"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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You're overthinking this.
I tell myself as I press ever closer to her, kissing the top of her head.
It's probably nothing.
She stirs in her sleep and wraps both arms around my neck, pulling me in. Her eyes flutter open and land on me. She gives me the smallest smile before placing her lips over my own.
"Good morning, baby" She says. It still makes my heart beat faster when I hear her call me that. It's so fucking bizarre yet so comforting at the same time. I'm her baby.
"Morning" I mumble back. She tucks her head under my chin, cuddling close.
Ask her.
I want to ask her about it so fucking bad, but I don't have the guts to. I close my eyes and think.
It's a little past midnight, and she lays in my arms, her hair sprayed out over her face.
I'm almost asleep when I feel her drift away from me. I nearly grab her wrist and pull her back, but then I realise that she's doing it on purpose.
"You broke my fucking back" She winces and sits up.
She quietly steps off the bed before looking over her shoulder, at me. Then, she picks up her phone and brings it to her ear.
"He's asleep. I'll be there in five minutes" She holds it to her ear while picking up her clothes one by one.
My heart drops to the fucking floor.
"Stop shouting. You'll wake him up!" A creak of the door and I realise that she's stepping out of the room. I hear her one last time before she disappears. "He won't suspect a thing. Don't worry"
"Zee!" She startles me. I blink at her for a few moments before coming back to my senses.
It's nothing. She'd never do something like that.
"You're pretty" She says when I don't reply. I smile. "You too"
"Astraea?" I say. She gives me a bright smile before raising a brow. "Yeah?" "Do you..." I trail off.
Do you love me?
"Yes. I do think you're pretty" She smiles so brilliantly that I think it hurts her cheeks.
She'd never do that to me.
I smile and wrap my arms back around her, hoping that it was all a bad dream.
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"My back hurts" She complains while packing her bag. I rest my arms on the back of the chair, my legs on each side, and smile. "I'm not sorry"
She gives me a hard look and continues packing the books into her bag. "Do you have to go?" "Zane, I'm still a student" "I know" I rest my face on my arms and smirk.
"I'll see you later" She says and slings it over her shoulder before making her way towards the door. "Baby?" I question before she walks out. "Yeah?"
"When are you coming back?" Fuck. I'm so desperate.
A huge grin makes it's way onto that beautiful face, lighting it up even more than it already was. "Miss me?" "Maybe"
"Well, let's see. My classes end at 3:45, so I usually come home around 4:00, but today I plan to hang out with Cal after college. So, probably around 5:00?"
The mention of that lowlife lights my soul on fire. Fuck. I hate him.
"You're mine" I state clearly, leaving no room for argument. She sighs. "All yours, your majesty. Now, if I have your permission, may I leave?"
I grin. "Whatever. Take care of yourself for me" "I will. Take care!" With that, she rushes out the door.
As she leaves, I can't help but feel a weird sense of discomfort. Who was that? I trust her, I do. I trust her more than anyone, but why would she just sneak out in the middle of the night? And that phone call did nothing to make me feel better.
I leave the building and drive to Hades, where after a few long meetings and heaps of paperwork, I finally get a moment to myself. I take a deep breath.
I didn't want to spare them.
My head falls onto the back of the chair, my eyes drifting close. My heart tightens each time I think of her. I spent the last years of my life just looking for a single chance to torture them, make them wish they were dead, and then kill them. And now, I'm moving farther and farther away from that goal.
It hurts, but I'm doing it for Astraea.
I sigh. Just the thought of that girl drives me nuts. I can't believe I just left my entire purpose for her, but at the same time, I'm glad that I did. It feels so wrong in my mind that I have to cover my ears to let the stupid thought pass.
"Zane" Felix enters the door without knocking. I grit my teeth, eyes still closed. "ZANE!" "I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!"
He smiles and takes a seat, dropping some papers in front of me. "Why the long face?" He raises a brow. I sigh. "Is it that obvious?" "Nah. I just know you" I lean forward and rest my hands on the desk, facing him.
"Tell me, what's up your ass?" He grabs a pen from the holder and fiddles with it in his hands, eyes fixed on me. "Astraea, she-" He sighs and leans back, throwing his hands in the air.
"Of course, this is about her. Why did I expect anything different?" I slam my hand on the table. "Do you want to hear or not?" "Fine. What's up? Cal?" I narrow my eyes dangerously. "That too"
He signals me to continue with a motion of his hands. I exhale loudly. "She snuck out of the room in the middle of the night. I don't know why. God, she had a phone call that I don't like to think about" I stare at the wall. After a few long minutes of silence, I look at him.
"Oh- Uh. Well-" He clears his throat and scratches the back of his head. I raise a brow. "What?" "N-nothing. Uh, I'll talk to her. Don't worry"
I shake my head "Theres no need. I'll ask her about it myself" He swallows thickly, his eyes not meeting mine. "Felix?" "Ye-yeah?" "What's up with you?"
He shakes his head so rapidly I guess that he's dizzy. He stands up, and without another look, leaves the room. I squint my eyes.
Maybe it was Felix that called her.
But why? And why didn't she want me know about it?
I stand up from my seat and take a look out the window. Below, Bianca is in a deep conversation with Roxy. Since when did these two start getting along?
I rub my face, the exhaustion of everything that happened within the past few days setting in. Fredrick is still in the cellar, but Tyril and Mal managed to leave. I let them leave.
What if Astraea is cheating on me?
I curse myself for having such a thought. She loves me. She wouldn't do that to me.
No sane person could ever love you.
Father's voice echoes in my mind, throwing me off. He's right. There's no sane person who could ever love me, but she tries, and that's more than enough for me.
A/N
Unrelated, but I'm a whore for morally grey characters.
That's it.
K bie.
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