✗ | 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘, larissa weems

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𝐓𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

my eyes flew open, jolting me from a heavy slumber. my head rested against the softness of my pillow, my breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps.

blinking rapidly, i tried to clear the lingering haze of sleep. my gaze fell upon my hand, lying motionless in front of me, wrapped in a white bandage spotted with droplets of blood.

without lifting my head from the pillow, i reached out with trembling fingers, hesitantly beginning to unravel the bandage.

each layer revealed more unblemished skin until, finally, the bandage lay discarded beside me. i gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief.

there was no evidence of a scar or wound on my open palm. The skin was smooth, unbroken, pristine.

heart pounding beneath my ribcage, i shot up in bed, the motion almost too quick for my dizzy mind to process. my hands fumbled in a frantic urgency, pulling up my sleeves.

for the first time in five long years, i saw fresh, unscarred skin on my wrists. the marks, once etched deeply into my flesh, had vanished without a trace.

a mix of shock and relief overwhelmed me. my chest heaved with panting breaths as a smile tugged at the corners of my lips, growing wider with each passing second.

my eyes blurred with tears, the weight of my emotions almost too much to bear. the reality of my unscarred wrists meant only one thing: bianca was safe and healthy.

the deal i had made with queen calypso had worked.

my trembling fingers traced up to my neck, feeling around the curve as the realization hit me—the burn mark was gone. the once-painful scar, etched deep into my skin, had vanished without a trace.

before i could check my surgery scar on my torso, a voice broke the silence, startling me.

"i hope you didn't make a blood oath just to remove a few scars," malakai's thick greek accent resonated through the dimly lit cabin.

my eyes snapped to the corner of the room, where he sat on the floor with his back against the wall. his presence was imposing, even in the shadows.

thick, muscular thighs were drawn up against his chest, his forearms resting casually upon his knees. in one hand, he effortlessly twirled a silver knife, the blade catching the dim light and reflecting glints that danced across the room.

malakai's eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. his demeanor was calm, almost too calm, as if he had been waiting there for some time, observing me in my most vulnerable state.

the silver knife continued its hypnotic rotation in his fingers, a silent reminder of his lethal capability.

the cabin felt smaller, the walls closing in as my mind raced to comprehend his sudden appearance.

his question hung in the air, heavy with implications. my pulse quickened, and i forced myself to meet his gaze, my throat dry and my heart pounding.

"malakai," i breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper. "what are you doing here?"

he tilted his head slightly, a sweet smile playing on his lips. "just checking on you, twyla," he replied smoothly, his eyes never leaving mine.

he sighed, pushing himself to his feet in one fluid motion. the knife disappeared into the folds of his clothing, and he took a step towards me.

"you know the cost of a blood oath, don't you?" his voice was gentler now, though still tinged with warning.

i looked up at him, the weight of his words sinking in. "i do," i whispered, my voice barely audible.