Inside Umbra's Ruins ✓ [Umbra's Fate #2]

ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ: ᴀɢᴀᴛʜᴀ

The sound of a bird hitting the balcony window pulled Agatha back to reality. She didn't know when she fell asleep, she couldn't pinpoint the moment when fatigue overcame her decision to stay awake. All the young woman was certain about was that she experienced a beautiful dream, even if not a single image of it remained in her conscious mind. The feeling of happiness squeezing her heart confirmed her theory.

Her reality, though, differed from the feeling that accompanied his dreams. Little by little the warmth inside her chest turned cold. She lacked reasons to smile, still, she had plenty of reasons to fight. The faces of those she loved followed her every second of the day, and she imagined thousands of scenarios of what she would do once she regained her freedom.

The young woman raised her body into a sitting position, her gaze traveled to the door. Agatha reasoned that it should be locked, and even if she could open it, what lay on the other side would stop her before she could find a way out of her prison.

As if it could read her wishes the door opened, even so, it wasn't good news for her, after all, it was Zagar who entered the room.

"I brought you breakfast," the demon said, showing up the tray of food he was holding.

Before Agatha had a chance to back down, the shape-shifter made it to her side. He sat some centimeters away from his prisoner and put the tray on the bed.

"Go ahead, eat." His voice was soft, still, his somber expression showed that it was an order.

The young woman directed her gaze at the toast, the strawberry jam jar, the scrambled eggs, and the cup of coffee; they looked delicious, making her stomach clench.

"How do I know that you are not trying to poison me?" She asked.

Zagar took a bite of the food, his red eyes fixed on her face as he gulped slowly. Then he proceeded to take a sip of the hot drink.

"I'm not trying to kill you, it wouldn't be fun that way," he explained with a smirk.

A part of Agatha's mind insisted on not trusting the demon, he had already shown her that he was very good at deceiving people, yet her hunger clouded her thoughts.

"You gave me plenty of reasons to not trust you," she said before taking one of the toasts and putting jam on it.

She brought the food to her mouth and took a bite, with a lot of inner strength Agatha pushed her desire to devour her breakfast, her stomach telling her to hurry up but she decided to be cautious.

"See? It's not that bad," commented the demon. He extended his right hand to touch the necklace decorating his prisoner's neck but she moved to the side before he could reach her. "I can't get over how good it looks on you, it's like you were made to wear my mark."

The young woman's heart stopped for a second, Zagar had been showing his true colors since he brought her to the mansion, and the more he talked the more her fear grew.

How could she have been so naive? As she observed into his soulless red eyes, every time she heard him talk without an apex of remorse, she couldn't believe that she believed his act. He used to be so attentive and sweet some days, he knew how to keep her trapped. She despised that all he had to do was distract her from her dull life to have her following him everywhere, she felt stupid, she felt weak.

"Are you going to eat that toast or will you stare at it all day?" The voice of the demon brought her back to reality.

"I'm eating," she muttered before taking a bite.

"I thought you'd be more fun, you know?"

"Then you should look for another entertainment source," she answered, tired of his games.