Devilish Detective ✅

Don't Act Like You Care

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Don't Act Like You Care

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The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying. My stomach immediately leaps into my mouth and my eyes spin so hard; I have to snap them shut as I focus on trying not to throw up.

The wind whips past my hair and in fright, I wrap my arms around Sam and bury my face in the crook of his neck to keep myself from falling. While his grip on me tightens protectively in response to my fear, his shoulder vibrates as he laughs at me.

"Don't worry. I'm flying slower than a bird's pace," his words comfort me and I smile at his consideration.

For a split second, I am about to appreciate him for taking my feelings and welfare to thoughts. However, he opens his mouth and ruins the moment.

"Any faster, and you'd probably puke all over my new and expensive clothing. That is just unacceptable. I have no interest whatsoever in being covered in whatever mundane nonsense your body is currently digesting."

I scoff and roll my eyes at him, wondering why he just has to ruin every potential cute and selfless moment with a selfish purpose. It's almost as though he is terrified of being perceived as magnanimous.

After a couple of moments, my stomach settles back into its normal position and I pull my head away from him as I allow my eyes open to take in the view of the city from high above.

"It's magnificent!" I scream out, my lips stretched wide in pure delight. My eyes water as a result of the wind, but I find myself not wanting to blink.

The city lights dot the darkness below, causing it to look like twinkling stars. Everything looks so small and a lot prettier from above, and also makes me feel so mighty.

The steady flapping of Sam's wings creates a whooshing sound that is surprisingly therapeutic. He moves slowly and steadily, avoiding any sudden movement that will startle me, and his arms around me is tight and secure, keeping me safely in place.

A crazy thought comes to my mind and without giving myself a chance to think about it, I look behind him in search for a glorious pair of wings, but I am slightly disappointed when I find absolutely nothing but the slight distortion that usually shields my eyes from them.

"I've told you, dear Bells, you cannot see my wings." Sam chuckles at my failure and I jut my lower lip in a pout. The urge to witness something extraordinary seems to be overwhelming.

While irrational, a small part of me wants to be an exception; like Bella Swan who Edward couldn't pry into her head, despite having the ability to do so with every other human.

There always have to be exceptions to the rules. Why can't I be the exception? I mean, I'm already hanging out with the Devil and flying above the city. How many humans get to do that?

I let out a heavy sigh that seems to amuse Sam further and I'm about to go back to examining the city, but yet another crazy idea comes to my mind and my lips stretch into a huge sly grin.

Sam stares at me with uncertainty in his eyes, but before he has a chance to decipher my thought process, I loosen a hand from around his neck, press myself closer to him and feel behind for his wings.

Sam stiffens the moment I come in contact with his wings, taken aback by my action. For a moment, he seems to forget how to fly and we plummet towards the ground.

Reflexively, my eyes snap shut and I wrap my arms around tightly Sam and bury my face in his neck as I brace myself for the fall. Sam however recovers quickly and slowly ascends into the air. For a while, his movements are uncertain and startling, but they soon settle into the rhythmic flow.