𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Inimicos

Regan was sitting on her bed, holding Amore in her chest. She wasn't sure if anyone else knew about the small animal. But she had hidden it under the bed many times. And had told Althea she threw it away. Amore was very loving and would kiss and lick her cheeks. Regan felt as if she'd been starved of affection.

It was night, and she had shared her food with Amore. She wondered about his words, that she was his enemy, about the blood that ran within her veins and these words he had told her that night, 'you don't know what you are but I'll show you and you'll hate me even more'.

It was driving her insane. She coughed and sneezed, trying to keep Amore away. She didn't want her pet to catch a cold.

She found a set of blue pajamas in the closet and wore them. The fabric was made of cotton and provided a gentle embrace as she settled into bed. Despite the lingering unease, exhaustion from the day's events soon took its toll. She lay under the dim light filtering through the window with Amore and held her tightly. The last time she had kept a pet was when she was thirteen.

The bed, on the other hand, was comfortable as always and she didn't really have trouble sleeping, unlike what she had had before.

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The sun was kissing her face and Regan woke up with Amore licking her face. "Amore, no," she chuckled, pushing her away gently. Her pet seemed to do the puppy face. She was obviously hungry.

She rose from her bed, hoping that Althea would bring her food. But she had other plans to, such as to....to demand answers from him. It was maddening, having no proper reason to keep her there. Well, there were, but she didn't know.

The cold from yesterday had worsened her cough, but she brushed it off, refusing to let physical discomfort hinder her quest for truth.

She changed her clothes and paced around nervously. Amore was watching her with wide eyes, as if in awe and fascination.

Regan turned to her, "I have to go out for a while," she said, stroking her pet's head. Amore was smart enough to understand and nod her head. Regan hid her under the bed and turned away.

She hoped that she wouldn't get awkward or embarrassed. It was the least thing she wanted now. After she saw the sun's position, she thought she had waited enough. Quietly, she stepped out of her chamber, her gaze meeting with the empty dark corridor that held an eerie silence. She tried to....use the bond to know where he was. She didn't believe it but Seraphina had told her how to use the bond.

And it worked, she felt a strong current around her and decided to follow it. It was like following a siren's call.

As she found herself outside his quarters, her determination started to wash away, her anxiety kicking in, her thoughts rushing with unease.

However, she didn't leave. It was nearly impossible to go near that door, but she decided to wait there, wait for the sorcerer to show his face.

She waited reluctantly until she suddenly felt his presence around. Before she could do anything, he emerged from the darkness of the other hallway. He was dressed in his usual regal attire and his raven hair was messy, as if he had been running his hand on it. His expression was stoic and cold and his eyebrows furrowed when he saw Regan there.

"What are you doing here?" he blankly asked.

"I have to talk," she shortly replied, trying to avoid eye contact.

""To talk?" he raised an eyebrow, "to what do I owe the pleasure that you want to talk to me?" he asked, that handsome smirk finding its place on his face.

"To your own lies. Look I'm not going to drag it. I have to know what do you pretend to know about me and what revenge do you want."

He watched her with anticipation and crossed his arms, "Oh, so you want to know the truth now," he said, his voice cryptic. "But you should know something, girl. These truths will change your life deeply."