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Chapter Ten

NERISSA

    As we walk into this luxurious — by luxurious I mean gods awful — inn room. I can't help but notice how dingy it looks. The exhaustion in my body overpowers my disgust, though. I lay on the bed and relax into it, feeling something crawl up my neck.

    I go and reach it, pulling it over to me. My heart jumps at the sight of the moth cowering and buzzing in my hand. I sigh before opening it and allowing its freedom. No need to kill something just trying to survive.

    Anakin's attitude still has not improved and I am not sure as to why. Which is quite unfortunate but I have no urge to figure it out at the moment. I snuggle into the rough sheets and hard bed. I missed an actual bed. It is nice to finally have something to sleep in instead of on. But I'm starting to see it's just like Anakin to find something to say to ruin the mood.

    "Do you know just how many people have fucked on that bed, Nerissa?" He asks me, with a sinister, suggestive, smirk.

    I glare at him. "The proper term for that would be 'making love' Anakin," I scoff with a roll of my eyes. "I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that though?"

    I roll onto my stomach so I can finally rest when a dark chuckle comes from behind me. I thought he is incapable of doing sucha a thing but here he is. Bitterness has me turning to glare at him.

    "What?"

    "You're fucking pathetic Nerissa. So pathetic to the point it's adorable and I almost sympathize with a risen for the very first time. Then I look at your hair, and it makes me disgusted."

    The laugh wasn't real, it was mocking. I can't lie, all though the laugh that just stormed out of him was fake, it had brought something up inside me. I continue to glare and observe his miraculous features. He doesn't budge from my glare and that makes feel tendrils of spite roll through me.

    He is supposed to be as pale as snow but as I search over him, he has an undertone of warmness. Of a golden bronze that can change someone entirely. It is a beautiful color. As I take notice of his face closer I can tell how tired is. He has an overgrown shadow, with a scar above his eyes which are as grey as a thunder cloud on a rainy day back home. However, the way his face is sculpted makes me question a few things. Anyone with eyes would be able to look at this man and establish an attraction to him. His jet black hair suits him well. He has scars on his neck, leading all the way down to his hands. I have so many questions.

    "You're staring."

    I look away, a blush forming. "It is kinda hard not to stare at you."

    Within a blink of an eye I feel his strong, bulky finger lift my head to look him in his eyes. "Whatever you're thinking, don't. Don't think about all the many ways I could pull and bend you into some of my favorite positions in this bedroom."

    I gulp down an acid feeling, making its way all throughout my throat but keep my head facing him. "I wasn't thinking that. Why is it that you always think someone wants to have sex with you?"

    Anakin's eyes flash. "You're nothing but an uptight, ignorant, cunt who can't seem to see what's happening around you. Us... we will never happen, Nerissa. I'm just making sure you get that through your head."

    It is at that moment my hand feels a sting as I slap him. Blood blooms on his lip where one of my rings caught him, I wince at the pain in my hand, curling it into a fist, and bringing it closer to my chest. "You're a pig, Anakin."

    He chuckles, low once again. "You have no idea, princess." Anakin licks the blood from his lip.

    "My gods, I feel like I'm going to be ill." I stand off the bed and pull away from him.