Beyond His Evil

Nineteen

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I hated the way he was staring at me. It was an intense gaze, filled with longing and desire. It felt as though he wanted to bridge the gap between us, to transport us to a secret place where no one else existed. It seemed like he wanted to hold me in his arms, never letting go, as if I meant something to him. I couldn't help but feel irritated, confused, and more hurt.

A tear trickled down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away, not wanting him to see my tears.

"Devon, are you even listening to me?" Evelyn sparked.

I turned my gaze fully to the boy, zoning out of their conversation, and observed his actions. He was fidgeting with his fingers, and I noticed that whenever he moved them in a certain way, tiny droplets of water appeared. It was an amazing sight, but my focus shifted to his physical features. His hair was dark, nothing out of the ordinary, but his eyes caught my attention. They were a mesmerizing shade of blue with hints of white, something I hadn't noticed before.

"Evelyn, I..." Devon began to speak, but she interrupted him.

"Don't say anything, Devon. You're coming along, end of story," she declared.

He sighed, probably realizing that arguing with her would be futile.
"Alright then," he reluctantly agreed.

Stepping away, I watched as Devon approached the boy. He had on a black hoodie, which effectively concealed his face, and he lowered his gaze to the ground when he squatted down to the child's level. It was clear that he didn't want the child to see the color of his eyes.

"Can you place your hand in mine, child?" Devon's voice was calm and gentle.

The child complied, and Devon held his hand for a brief moment before releasing it. He straightened up and addressed Evelyn. "His parents aren't too far, but there are a lot of hunters in the area," he informed her.

Wait, he gathered information just by holding the boy's hand? It made me wonder what other abilities he possessed that I was still unaware of.

"So, we take him to his parents and go our way," Evelyn suggested.

"I can't go," Devon stated.

"Of course you can," she countered, obviously not getting what he was saying.

"Evelyn I don't ..."

"Devon Nothing bad will happen.", She interjected. "They are all aware you're in safe land. Besides, we're just taking a child back to his parents," Evelyn dismissed his concerns.

As Devon's eyes met mine, I could see the conflict in his expression. It was clear that this situation wouldn't have a fairytale ending. He looked away, and Evelyn took that as a cue to move forward. "Shall we?" she asked, and I couldn't help but regret not rotting in my room.

***

The walking was torture, and I found myself growing increasingly weary. My feet ached, my head throbbed, and hunger gnawed at my stomach. It felt as though each step I took brought me closer to my death. Evelyn, on the other hand, rambled on about stupid topics, attempting to make conversation out of mundane things that would bore even the gods.

Occasionally, she would link arms with Devon or hold his hand, a wide smile etched across her face. I didn't know her well enough, but her feelings for Devon had been clear from the beginning. The thought made me uncomfortable, and I pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"And then the general and seer called me," Evelyn continued her one-sided conversation, unaware of my growing annoyance.

I groaned, unable to contain my frustration any longer. They both turned to look at me, concerned expressions on their faces. "What's wrong, Kira?" Evelyn inquired.