A darklina story~How would the story end if the battle at the climax of Seige & Storm between Alina and the Darkling happened at a different place and time-After the Darkling became the reigning king. What would have happened if the Sun Summoner sur...
I usually post every Saturday, but I just finished all eight episodes of Shadow & Bone season 2 and I am in LOVE so here is an early chapter. Enjoy and let me know if you've absolutely devoured the series like I did and what you thought of it.
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—ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪𝕒—
I TᑌᑕK ᗰYSEᒪᖴ away in my bedroom for the rest of the day. Aleksander must have gotten the hint because he hasn't come in. I go to sleep alone, and that's how it stays for half of the night. However, around one in the morning, I feel his presence in the room. My eyes flutter open to see that my presumption is correct. I spot him sitting on the edge of the bed, silently observing me.
I roll my eyes and bury my head in the pillow. "You know you look creepy when you do that, right?"
"Do what?" he says innocently.
"Stare at me in the darkness while I sleep."
With my face still smothered in the pillow, I hear his footsteps approach, and the mattress dips down near my waist. He says nothing; he just sits on the edge, observing me.
I roll over to face him and mumble, "Why are you sitting at the end of the bed creepily? You can still sleep here even if I'm mad, you know."
"I figured you didn't want to see me."
It isn't that I do not want to see him, but I guess I am just unsure of what to say to him. That man in the dungeon was not my husband. He was a villain. A murderer.
His words finally sink in, and my eyes grow wider in realization. To be sure, I encircle his wrist with my fingers. There is no amplification, no jolt of reassuring power. He is also still wearing his kefta instead of nightclothes. He isn't here. With three amplifiers, our connection is stronger than ever. It is difficult to tell the difference between reality and the tether.
"You're not really here."
He brushes his thumb over my knuckles gently as he loosely holds my hand. "As I said, I didn't think you wanted to see me."
We sit in silence for the longest time. He is waiting for me to initiate the conversation. I suppose we can't put this off forever.
I sit up, resting my back against the headboard. "Why did you do that to those prisoners, Aleksander?"
"They deserved to die. They committed the highest form of treason. They tried to kill you."
