A Court Of Shadows and Sin

Chapter 14

A moment of silence passes between us as I look over the Shadowsinger. His large wings are sprawled beneath us, completely stretched out to their maximum span. He wears no shirt, muscles strained beneath my smaller body and shadows dancing between us.

His face as furious as ever.

'Is there a reason your still holding a knife to my throat?' A grunt leaves him as I realise I'm still pressing the blade into the thin skin at the base of his neck.

I retract the knife immediately, throwing it to my right as it lands on the floor. My chest pumps in fear as I shake profusely, 'what the fuck are you doing here Azriel? Your supposed to be in the court of nightmares!' I growl in anger, adrenaline still pumping through me.

He stays silent, looking over my face before lowering his gaze to our position. I stay straddled against him, my legs on either side of his waist. The small towel being the only thing covering my body.

His eyes light up in amusement, somehow finding it entertaining. 'Last time I checked I have a room here, I prefer to sleep here than sleep at the court of nightmares.' He speaks lowly, his body beginning to tense beneath me.

I feel Azriels shadows begin to whisp along my thighs, dancing along the exposed skin. I hesitantly pull away, standing up in one motion and begin walking back to the kitchen.

'Asshole' I mutter under my breath.

I return to the white counter my ice-cream and spoon rest upon before picking up my spoon once again.

Your ok, it's just Azriel. Your safe.
I repeat it over and over again in my mind, trying to slow my breathing and heart rate.

I continue to dig my ice-cream out of its tub whilst attempting to ignore the arrogant asshole who has now appeared on the other side of the counter.

I feel Azriel's eyes burn into my skin, staring at me intensely. 'What?' I snap looking up at the spymaster.

'How did you know the exact position to hold that knife against my neck?' He tilts his head to the side in curiosity

Azriels question throws me completely off guard as my brows furrow in confusion. 'I've trained my entire life in combat, knives are my specialty.' I answer looking back down to my spoon.

Azriel stays silent, thoughts brewing inside of his head. All of a sudden a shadow darts at a wall to my right, a good 20 meters away. The shadow forms into a small circle, plastering itself against the stone wall.

I look back to Azriel, an eyebrow raising in curiosity.

'Hit the shadow.' He orders

He wants me to throw a knife at a shadow thats only 20 meters away.

At least give me a challenge.

'Why?' My eyes narrow in annoyance.

'You say you specialise in knives? You've talked the talk now prove it' he justifies, leaning forward against the counter. His muscles bulge under his weight, making his arms look even bigger.

If that was even possible.

It's beyond infuriating how attractive he is, the mere sight of him has me thinking things I shouldn't. His darkness looms over his shoulders, it's the very thing that scares me the most though I cannot help but admire it.

It suits him.

'I don't need to prove anything to anyone, especially not to you.' I retort, a bite coaxing my words.

'What's that supposed to mean?' Azriels voice darkens as his eyebrows draw together in confusion.

'I don't feel like having to prove I can handle knives to someone who acts as though I'm not worthy enough to even acknowledge.'
My burning begins to simmer but I keep it at bay.