The King of Darkness | ✔️

Chapter Nineteen

I wake up on the spot on the sofa that I had moved to last night - after deeming that sleeping in a bed with Darian wouldn't work out well for either of us. After being stuck in my own thoughts for the majority of the night, I had gotten out of bed, got dressed and hobbled to the living room.

I'm not surprised to say that my thoughts cleared significantly when I was no longer in the same vicinity as Darian.

I have declared that last night was quite possibly the biggest mistake of my entire existence and I hate myself eternally for what I have done. I have betrayed Easton in such a way that I will never be able to return from it.

My side feels a lot better today, better than it should. I sit up on the sofa and peel away the gauze to look at the lesion to find it mostly healed. That son of a...

I stand from the sofa and stalk towards the bedroom, heavens is he going to get an earful from me this morning. I told him I didn't want his bloody help.

As soon as I am in the bedroom, I pick up one of the pillows and throw it at him. But, of course, his hungover self won't wake up. I climb onto the bed and hit him with the pillow again.

"What?" he groans, burying his face in the pillow, and I hit him again.

"What did you do," I say, baring my teeth. Darian sits up and pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger before looking at me and smirking.

"Well, good morning to you too," his hand slides up my thigh but I smack it away, the thought of last night making me nauseous. "What have I done to anger you now, m'lady," the smug grin on his face makes me think gruesome thoughts.

"I told you not to help me," I spit and take away the gauze to find that it is now completely healed - stitches disappeared, everything. The only thing showing that I wasn't imagining the whole situation is a scar that isn't rather flattering.

"I... I have no clue how that happened," he says and I almost believe the lies spewing out of his mouth. I scoff and run my hand over my face. "You must have the ability to heal yourself," Darian brushes the pads of his fingers over the scar and once again I slap it away.

"Why has this never happened before then?" I counter and he rolls his eyes.

"I'm sure you haven't been in a situation before this where you have sustained such injuries. Or, do you have some brutal past that I'm don't know about," he jokes but my heart aches in my chest.

"My past doesn't matter," I whisper. "But, no I haven't," I immediately change the subject and Darian's eyebrows furrow.

"Now that you're healed we can be more adventurous with certain practices," he smirks and I get up from the bed, raking my hands through my hair out of nervous habit.

"What happened last night will never... I mean never happen again. I wasn't thinking straight and you being half-naked next to me only complicated the matter. Also... you were drunk," I make sure to point out the part about him being drunk.

"You can't deny how good you felt Nova, I saw it in your face. Besides, we're getting married soon enough so if that's what you're worried-" I cut him off.

"I am not marrying you," I protest and his eyes darken. Darian gets up from the bed and I thank the heavens that he's put his underwear back on. Slowly, ever so slowly, he begins walking towards me. Like a predator stalking its prey.

"I'm afraid you forget, Nova, it's not up to you. You had your chance to say no," his voice is low as he continues walking towards me. I try to back away but my back hits the wall - just my luck.