A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter forty-nine: Burning desire

The fire in her soul enticed me. A masochistic part of me begged for more, feeding at her words full of vengeance and indignation. We only shared glances. I glanced affectionately while she glared venomously. A peculiar combination if you ask me. Gerard was right, I am too intoxicated by her to easily let her go and it baffles me how a thief turned into something prolific in my life. She is the one I willingly let her uncouth behaviour bruise me in multiple ways I do not even desire to stop her.

The best inside me is fond of her. she makes its evil heart full of warmth. She really is something else.

'Where is the scythe, Zadie?' Zadie smiles, deviously, mischievously and it scares me. She walks around the sculptures swaying her hips. 'Provocative, I like that.'

Zadie turns sharply and narrows her eyes at me. 'Cease offering it like it is public domain.' She warns. 'The scythe? I do not know; I do not remember, and I wish you never find it.'

I stalk behind her. Mind games. Her favourite game in the entire world. Give her chess pieces she would bring down your kingdom within seconds. Women are easy to predict but when it comes to Zadie, she is a walking contradiction.

'Do you remember where it all began?' I ask, softly. Zadie stops in her tracks and stares down at her feet. I can tell she refuses to face me, but I am pleased with it. I would lose control and find myself kissing her soft plum lips without the urge to stop until we both run out of oxygen to breathe.

'The queen's coronation.' She speaks up. My heart flutters but I remain stoic. Showing emotion is weak. I can tell her mind is already racing by the way she clasps and unclasps her fists. I might have a monster within me, but Zadie is far more dangerous than me. She lives in her mind like that it is the only thing that keeps her sane. Her thoughts are vile, I can tell.

'I saw a beautiful young lady mounting my horse.' I remember our first encounter like yesterday. Her long dress hugged her hips gracefully and her eyes were full of fire. Her smart mouth working its magic and making my calculative brain more active. She brought the monster back to life. She brought back the damned and that is why it yearns to protect her.

'I saw an arrogant lad shouting at a woman. Not so gentle are we, Blanchet?' Zadie teases. I can already picture her sly smirk in my mind. She is good at hiding it but not from me.

'A smart mouth is torture to me miss Zadie.' I brush my fingers lightly against her neck. Zadie tilts her head back, eyes closed, and I know her thick lips are perfectly in a straight line.

'One last dance of death?' she asks.

Zadie pushes me back; I see her bend and pick up something. My eyes are fixated on her and I hear her giggle lightly. She turns and wiggles the scythe in her hands.

'Final request Blanchet, in the rain. He who wields the scythe makes the final decision.' She speaks up softly. 'Out in the fields.'

I manage to help Zadie get out of the underground dungeon trusting her not to run away with the scythe in her hands. I have already seen the way she gave up so easily and she thinks I did not notice. I did. She really sees death as an option, but I will do everything in my power to convince her otherwise. Lightning strikes and Zadie turns around to face me. She smirks, that sly smirk I have missed for days.

Zadie draws a line and plunges the scythe in between the line she drew. My mind wonders what she is planning to do. The scythe has officially separated us, I on the other side and her on the opposite side.

'Mother once told me it is fair to play by the rules. The first to grab the scythe gets chased and hunted. It is a dance of death. Bear in mind that emotions make you weak. Think with your brain, it will never deceive you.'