CHAPTER 63: THE MAN SHE LOVED LEFT HER FOR A REVOLUTION
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❝ i feel like i could eat the world raw. ❞
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SOME WOMEN WANT A BRUSH WITH DEATH. With death personified as someone dangerous and handsome—a vampire, a swashbuckling outlaw, a pirate. But the role model for all these is Hades, god of the underworld, king of the dead, the original mysterious kidnapper in a black cape. This is what they want; they want him.
They want to be taken without permission, whisked away at peril to their very lives, thrown into a position of helplessness by someone stronger than they ever imagined possible, and then released so that they can tell the story later. They fantasize about it without knowing why, knowing only that it is rather shameful to think and will probably never happen.
But it happened to Enola.
She slowly peeled her eyes open and rolled over only to be met with his striking blue eyes. He smiled at her softly as if he didn't have a care in the world. But she knew that wasn't the truth. She knew he was in pain. She knew he was hurting. She also knew there wasn't anything she could do about it. All she could do was smile back in hopes of calming his soul.
"Were you watching me sleep?" Enola questioned softly.
"Possibly," Klaus shrugged slightly. "A little."
Klaus reached out for Enola. He pulled her so that she could lay her head on his chest before grabbing her left hand. She watched him fondly as he gave the back of her hand a soft kiss. They had spent the entire night like this—curled up until they fell asleep.
"Despite everything we have done—all those we have lost—we are still here." Enola whispered. "We will be okay. We will be happy."
"Name one hero who was happy," Klaus spoke quietly.
Enola considered. Hercules went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled from the fall; Icarus drowned before he could finally touch the sun.
"Good thing you are not a hero," Enola teased.
"Marcel said the same thing," Klaus breathed. "But just because I am no hero does not mean that I have not left my mark on the world."
"I know. But they never let you be famous and happy." Enola said, shifting to look up at Klaus. "Let me tell you a secret."
