I'm yours and you're mine - Book 2 of Be mine and I'll be yours

Getting to know the real you

Evie's Pov

I looked at Mal who was in Jay's arms, she seemed very worried. I then looked at Carlos who wasn't angry, not worried just deep in thought. Ben ran towards us with his father and mother in both hands. 

"What's going on here!" 

The former king was angry, confused and disappointed. He looked from me to Jay and Mal then to Carlos. He marched to him in anger but Carlos didn't even flinch. He looked at him with indifference and with no emotion. 

"Who are you? What are you?!"

He simply shrugged and smirked.

"You tell me." 

Ben's father grabbed his throat but Carlos wasn't having it. He grabbed his arm and twisted it as well as him, flipping him to the ground. He groaned in pain and Ben and his mother rushed by his side. I looked at him and saw the look in his eyes. It was terrifying, demonic and cruel almost smug. That's when I realized that I know nothing about him. All this time was just a lie. What if he doesn't even love me? Or he isn't what he said he is all this time? Consumed with thoughts, I turned around and hurriedly walked away to my dorm.

I sat on my bed and thought again. Do I really know him? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I turned around and saw Carlos. I quickly turned away. I felt a burning hole in my back from his piercing gaze. He sat next to me and looked at me with concern.

"What's the matter?"

I turned to him, his eyes were soft again, smooth, not a hint of arrogance. I sighed and turned away.

"I feel like I don't really know any thing about you. I thought I did but now.."

He was thinking hard about something until he finally spoke up.

"What do you want to know?"

"Well you. The real you."

He sighed and thought about what to say next.

"I know today is a surprise but yes I have a brother. A annoying, dick-head brother. We grew up as enemies, literally." He looked at me

"That's why I never talked about him. I couldn't bother to try and make a story that would make our relationship beautiful." He rolled his eyes

"Why? Siblings aren't really meant to hate each other."

He chuckled

"Maybe siblings on the surface and human, but not demons." He continued

"Father made us believe that hate and war makes us stronger but it always made me feel weaker, sadden and heartbroken. But unlike me, my brother had no problem with it. He felt absolutely nothing but hatred for me and I don't really know why. I used to think he hated me as much as he loved me but I was wrong. He always saw me as weak and stupid and foolish because whenever Father said we weren't meant to care, to feel.."

He gritted his teeth as if it was painful to say

"I would always object and say that shouldn't be true."

"Wait you guys were taught not to feel."

"Yeah." 

He laughed for a sec, amused by the memory.

"It's so ironic.." He smiled

"Because he said I shouldn't feel and love when all he ever tried to do was to be loved by Father. He wanted to receive love from him even in the slightest. That's why I hated him. But even behind all of it, I loved him."

I grabbed his hand and caressed it.

"That's so harsh. You're father said you weren't to care be emotionless? I can't imagine that."

"I get it tho. I'm a demon, I shouldn't really be made to feel. My father always said that love is a liability, a weakness and ofc I listened." He paused

Wow I feel so bad for him. No one doesn't deserves to not feel loved. Not even a monster.

"I know I told you all that I fell in love with Uma... but I never did. Uma was important to me but I never fell in love with her. I mean father forbid it. She was the closest I have ever got to care, never mind love." He sighed

"I used to believe him. Mostly because my brother thought so as well. Even tho I agreed he still hated me. I don't know why. The truth is I should hate him. He's the so called ''chosen one'' because he's older. I've always been in his shadow and he'll always be better than me."

"Don't say that."

"It's true. You know why, cuz he's made to be the next Satan. If you know how democracy works, the older one always gets the crown. In my case, the next Satan. I never even got the chance to prove myself, it would always be that way. I grew on hate and jealously for him but never showed it. That's why I left because no one would truly see who I am. Only as a shadow."

He sighed and looked into my eyes. 

"You know, I never knew I could ever be loved. I thought what he said was true. That love is foolish and for cowards and idiots." He held my hand

"Until I met you."

I smiled and he kissed my hand

"You made me realize that anyone can love that's what gave me hope for my brother. That's why I took so long to tell you. I never thought someone could ever love me for me. My demon side, for what I am. I mean not even my family did. Humans blame us immortals for deaths and for how we act but this is what we were born as. We can't change it. I was never loved because of this and I never thought I would be."

He looked down and tears formed in his eyes. I grabbed his hands and kissed him. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him towards me. He finally responded and wrapped his hands around my waist. We kissed for what felt like forever, for what felt like eternity and it was just what I needed. We pulled away and his eyes sparkled once more.

"Carlos is there a story behind your eyes?"

"Another story for another time baby."

I smiled and he held me in his arms. He kissed my forehead and eventually I fell asleep.