Deviant Fate

39 - Suspicious

-Gwen-

"There you are."

My heart pounded through my ears. My breath caught in my throat. My eyes bore into his.

How did he find this place? How was he here? Was he alone? Did he bring the entire king's guard?

I shoved him back. His astonishment was masked by anger. He's always been stronger than me, but that was before.

I glared into his soul, wanting him to know exactly where I stood with him. No matter what the god's decided, we could never be lovers. The pull I felt for him wasn't real.

He tilted his head ever so slightly. His gaze darkened as we continued to stare each other down. He was expecting me to falter, to give in to his intimidation.

"Has a few days really changed you that much?" He stepped closer. "I must thank you though. You've led me right to them." He taunted.

I led him here?

"Divine love is an interesting connection. I can sense you when I want to." He explained.

I knew this connection was complex in certain aspects, but I wasn't aware of the extent.

He closed in on me once again as I felt his breath fan my cheek. "Enough of this cat and mouse, Gweneria. Return quietly or I'll slaughter every last one of these treasonous snakes." He whispered softly, but the threat was potent.

I scoffed. "Do you trust your confidence so easily?" I sneered. "You're right. A few days really have changed me." I spit as I jabbed him in the stomach with ferocity.

He stumbled back with a devious chuckle while licking his lips. "I missed your violence. It makes my insides twitch. It only makes me want to tame you more."

"And you claim to be my divine. No divine would wish to snuff out their lover's light." I jeered with disdain.

"I don't claim to be. I am. I feel it and you do too. When will you grow up and accept that your fate is with me." He spoke with agitation.

"Interesting choice of words. Fate. I believe your involvement in my fate is inevitable, but you and I have different ideas of what your involvement will ultimately be." I said.

"You're mine, Gwen. Enough of this exhausting back and forth." He said as he moved to grip my wrist.

Just before his grip met my skin he froze. It seemed as if he were looking right through me.

"What the fuck did you do?" He gritted out.

I looked at him in confusion. I hadn't done anything?

"What?" I said, fully confused. The concern slipped from my features before I had time to mask it.

"Don't play games with me, Gwen. Is this a new trick you've learned?" He growled.

"What trick? I—" I was suddenly cut off.

"I believe your presence is unwanted." A deep and threatening voice startled me in the darkness.

Deacon.

He took slow and calculated steps towards us. He seemed his normal unbothered self, but his body language was more stiff if that were even possible.

Arowin remained still but tilted his head in the direction of Deacon's voice. Deacon pulled me away from Arowin and placed my hand in his firmly. Arowin shifted at every sound.