The King of Darkness | ✔️

Chapter Twenty Seven

"Where the hell have you been?" Darian seethes and anyone could feel his anger radiating off of him from a mile away. I have to hold back a laugh which ultimately turns into a cough.

I look down at the book to find something to say but find that it is upside down. Ever so discreetly I try to turn it around but Darian just stares at me. "In the library, I told you," I shrug and the book is finally the right way around.

"That explains why you are covered in mud and reek of beer," Darian moves closer and I snap the book closed. Huffing as though he is interrupting my time of research.

Although he really is, my fascination with... rocks... is very important to me. Who in the world would need a book about rocks?

"I was searching for my... rock book," I begin, holding it up. "And I fell into a pile of mud and then rolled over into a puddle of spilt ale," my body is aching to laugh but I can't. If I laugh he won't believe me.

"I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me where you have been," Darian spits and sits down in the chair opposite me. He moves the chair closer until our knees are touching. "Tell. Me."

"You, my friend, have no right to demand things from me when I have ever so graciously given you the truth already," I smile and his eyes flicker to my neck before something in him twists.

"Hm, friend? I see you have others who do not take the role of a friend," I've never seen him so angry in my life as he moves my hair out of the way and rests his hand on the side of my neck. "Who did this?" Darian's voice is completely calm.

Goddammit, Killian. I swear to the heavens if I ever see him again I am going to kill him - if Darian doesn't do it first.

"Oh, would you look at that? How'd that get there?" I laugh to myself and stand from the chair. "Would you look at the time? I need to go to bed," I give him a sweet smile but Darian grabs my hip.

I peel his hand off of my hip but he returns it and pulls me to him, forcing me onto his lap. "I am going to kill him for taking advantage of you," in his state of anger, his grip gets tighter.

"We were both out of our minds drunk, it meant nothing," as soon as the words leave my mouth I know exactly what Darian lured me into. "I mean if it were to happen it wouldn't be sober," oh heavens.

"What was his name?" here he is with the questions again. I am in the wind-down stage of being intoxicated, meaning I feel as though I am going to fall asleep right here, right now.

I close my eyes for a second, needing the feeling of falling asleep until Darian breaks my trance. "We never exchanged names, although I can tell you he was rather handsome," I smirk, knowing how much that would annoy Darian.

Yes, he was good looking but Darian is much better in the looks department.

"How much have you drank?" when is this interrogation ever going to end. It feels as though I have been sitting here for the better part of eternity. So much so that my ass is going numb. I shift in Darian's lap and he sucks in a sharp breath.

"What's wrong with you?" I furrow my brows but then feel something hard against me. "Oh," I have to hold back yet another laugh. "I think you should sort out the poor guy before you carry on with your endless questions."

"How much have you drank?" Darian repeats his question and I move deliberately on his lap. A yawn rips through me and I rest my head against his chest - all the highs of the night are quickly becoming lows as I am torn back into reality.

"Enough... that I am sure I'm about to pass out," I lift my head and poke his chest. I finally try to stand again and he lets me, his hand brushing against my thigh and I am reminded of Killian. As soon as those thoughts enter my mind, I push them away.