Amelia Safin one of the most powerful grisha. A heartrender who works for the king and queen along side her twin sister Genya.
She is transferred to work for the darkling. One moment the darkling could be all about amelia. But when alina shows up Am...
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I was dreaming again. I had to be dreaming.
"Amelia." I know that voice. A dark and deep voice I've grown to hate. "Amelia." the voice repeated. I spun around and was met with the face of the Darkling.
"This isn't real," I squeezed my eyes closed. But when I open them back up he's still in front of me. I didn't know where we were. It was dark and cold. His scars were still on his face.
"Have you convinced yourself yet? That it's not real."
"It's not convincing I know it's not real- why am I even talking to you. You're fake," I shoved him. Wait- I shoved him. I could touch him.
"Am I? I want you to know I only ever wanted what's best for you."
"No, you didn't. This is a weird dream."
"A dream is it? If it's a dream... you wouldn't mind," he looked down at my lips.
I gagged mentally. If that makes sense.
He smirked taking steps towards me. Caressing my cheek with one hand. He lowered his face to mine. His breath on my lips, "Come on Amelia, it's just a dream after all."
My breathing hitched as his hand drew down my back slowly. "Stop." His hand paused and his eyes moved from my lips to my eyes.
"Stop? Are you quite sure?"
"This is just a stupid dream. Saints know why I'm dreaming about you though."
"How is the privateer taking care of you?" His hand moved from my back to my face, tracing the scars. Scars that he caused. I backed away.
"He's better than you could ever be. Can I wake up now?"
"I would find a way to wake you up but the thing is... you aren't dreaming."
"I am!"
"Are you now? Tell me what you're thinking," he said as leaned in his lips brushing by my ear.
"I'm— I'm thinking you should get off of me." I grabbed the knife I saw on this dark wooden table near us and stabbed his thigh.
He hissed in pain. "So this isn't a dream," I grinned, "maybe you're right."
"Good. You finally realize." He grunted pulling the knife out of his leg.
"How is this happening?" I yelled as he threw the knife my way. I caught it by the sharp end and cut myself a little. That was really smart Amelia, good job. hint my sarcasm.
I aimed the dagger towards his chest and hit him right in the shoulder.
"Gotcha you son of a bitc-"
"Amelia."
And I opened my eyes like I was never with the Darkling. Instead, I saw two big hazel eyes staring down at me. I punched him as a reaction to being frightened awake.
