To be the Villainess

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Chapter 54

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“CARE TO SAY something, my lady?” His smirk faded, replaced by a cold intensity. In a swift motion, he rolled us over, pinning me against the wall.

My brow furrowed, and my grip on the dagger tightened as I pressed its edge against his neck. His eyes burned with frustration, but my own thoughts were racing. Is he seriously mad at me? Who even gave him the right to teleport me without warning?

Chewy hissed from his perch, his fangs bared and ready to sink into Sebastian. I raised a hand, signaling him to stop. He hesitated but obeyed, his eyes never leaving Sebastian.

I returned my attention to the man before me. “Good to see you alive and kicking,” I muttered, my voice laced with sarcasm as my eyes glimmered. “You seemed awfully heroic, teleporting me without so much as a word. Playing the savior, are we?”

Blood trickled from where my dagger kissed his neck, but he didn’t so much as flinch. The crimson streaked down, staining his collar, yet his gaze remained locked on mine—unyielding, intense. His hands slammed against the wall on either side of me, caging me in.

I noticed the veins on his neck pulsing beneath his skin. His jaw clenched, his breathing steady yet betraying a simmering anger.

“I did it to save your reckless self,” he growled, his voice low and rough. He sighed, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to compose himself. “But then you vanished without a word. Do you know what that did to me?” His eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them. “You drove me insane.”

I paused, trying to process his words. So, he’s mad because I left the place he teleported me to without a trace? How... amusing.

A chuckle escaped my lips, cutting through the tension. “Oh, so that’s why you’re upset?” I lowered the dagger slowly, letting its tip graze down his neck before slipping it back into its sheath. Without breaking eye contact, I leaned in, my lips brushing against the wound.

His body tensed as I pressed my mouth to his neck, my tongue tracing the line of blood. He flinched, a low groan escaping him as I sucked gently. His hands curled into fists against the wall, his breath hitching.

“Sensitive, are we?” I murmured against his skin, my voice teasing. I pulled back slightly, licking the last remnants of blood from my lips. The metallic taste lingered, sharp and bitter. “Hmm. Not bad, but I’ve had better.”

His emerald eyes flickered, a mixture of irritation and something else—something darker, more primal.

“You’re insufferable,” he muttered, clicking his tongue in frustration. Turning away, he shrugged off his cloak, letting it fall to the ground in a fluid motion.

I smirked, enjoying his reaction. “You want skewers, hmm, Sir Sebastian?” I asked, tilting my head coyly.

He let out an exasperated sigh but nodded. “Yes, my lady,” he said, his tone dry yet laced with reluctant amusement.

My smile widened. “Perfect.” Without waiting, I grabbed his arm, pulling him along. I glanced back at Chewy, gesturing for him to transform. With a soft shimmer, he shifted back into his usual form and leaped after us.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow as we walked. “You do realize the skewers won’t disappear if we take our time, right?”

I shot him a playful glare, mirroring his expression. “I know. But I’m excited—it’s our second time trying them, isn’t it?”