[Book #1 in the Nystrom series]
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[Dual pov]
TW: This book contains heavy themes such as mature content, language and sensitive topics.
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☾︎ Maeve ☽︎
As I gaze back at these endearing yet perilous eyes, my breath becomes labored.
I step back, not looking away from him. Can I be more stupid, I really had to bump into Silas Ludovico?
Eventually his voice brings me back to reality.
"Maeve Nystrom hm?" His brows were slightly furrowed, and the way he pronounced my name made me shiver because his eyes are genuinely quite stunning. At my own thoughts, I nearly chuckle.
I couldn't read his emotions, he looks almost like he's numb, "You don't act like a Nystrom." Okay, that is not a compliment.
Is it the fact that I have never killed? Or is it just that I'm not emotionless like the others?
I scoff, "So? I don't care what you think I look like." Even if my words aren't very polite, I grin sweetly. I suppose he's not a very happy person either?
I can tell he's astonished by the expression on his face, but why would he be shocked? Oh, did his murderous ego find me too rude?
"You do talk." He glares right through my soul, "I didn't expect you to be this bold." The corner of his mouth lifted into small smirk. I frown at him, my eyes showing confusion.
"Why are you so shocked, it's not like I said something wrong." I blurt without thinking twice. If looks could kill I would be dead by now. He narrows his eyes, "No one ever talked back to me."
Maybe because you'll kill them?
I shrug giving him a fake smile, "It's not really my fault, if I remember it clearly you chose to insult me." I talk back... again. What is my problem today, I'm probably going to die today.
He scoffs glaring at me again. I expected him to go all "mafia boss" on me but instead he shakes his head and walkes right passed me.
Thank god, I am still alive.
I take a deep sigh as I make my way to the stairs leading back to my room. I walk up to the door and open it. When my body finally lands on the enormous bed, I sigh. Even though I'm exhausted, I have trouble falling asleep, so I do what I usually do: I grab my art materials and start drawing.
I adore painting and drawing. These are ways for me to express my feelings without burdening someone else. I paint whatever comes first in my mind.
