Fire & Fangs (GXG)

Chapter 13 - Regret

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POV: Alcina

Breathing.

I was breathing hard, my hand on my desk, supporting me as I gazed at the spot where Andrada's tears fell.

Regret.

All I felt in my heart was regret.

The entirety of our conversation had been tense from the start.

I noticed how rigid her shoulders were, how stiff her body was, and how her jaw was clenched. Her nose subtly twitched every so often and when it did I saw anger flare in that majestic pink eye of hers.

It surprised me how much anger swam in the depths of her eye.

I knew something was not right.

The tense silence that ensued when we both were staring at each other made the air in my chamber feel very uncomfortable.

Then we started to speak.

And speak Andrada did...

Or more like accuse, but her accusation was not entirely inaccurate.

The broken glass was entirely forgotten, but the accusation of me bedding Maria was brought up with such intensity that it had me mentally stumbling for an answer.

Andrada was so crass and her words brought my own anger to the surface.

I had not bedded Maria, but had only feasted on her blood. I did not think Andrada needed to be privy to this information, so I never brought said information up. I was too focused on my own anger to fully understand the accusation thrown at me.

Why did Andrada care?

That was the thought that had been running through my muddled mind as soon as the enraged woman had left. A string of Romanian curses flew out of my mouth and I stumbled back like I had been struck by some being.

Why, why, why?

Around and round my mind went.

I thought back to our interactions.

We had gotten closer.

More familiar.

The two of us were drawn together like moths to a flame.

And that was when I had realized that Andrada had been slighted.

Slighted by Maria.

Slighted by me.

"Cum poate cineva să fie atât de orb?" I mumbled, my grip on the desk tightening.

(How could one be so blind?)

Andrada and I had been growing closer to one another. A bond was forming that was not of a Lady and her butler, but one that was something much more intimate in nature. I had been blind to see that my growing infatuation was not just one-sided and might have been reciprocated.

The glances.

The flirting.

The pet name.

"Oh, how I have been so blind..." I stated sadly.

Andrada had been on her way to me and saw Maria, smelled her, and assumed that we had intercourse. She smelled the scent the maid left behind. A maiden usually enjoys my taking of their blood, so they tend to reach orgasmic bliss when I am all said and done.