Kingdom of isolation - you can't hide

Forty Five - Dual POVs

Aurora

I clutch the soft blanket in my hands, pulling it closer and tucking it under my chin to keep myself warm.

I know it shouldn't surprise me, but this demon has a private jet. And we're the only ones on this ostentatious thing while everyone else conveniently chose to stay behind.

Ostentatious is the wrong word, actually. It's just..grim. From the pitch black walls to everything else in between, it's a dark vortex fit for psychopaths with no personality. And demons.

Speaking of demons, one in particular who's watching me with those obsidian eyes, Alexander hasn't spoken to me since I served him the divorce papers.

It was difficult to get the paperwork concluded so quickly, considering the waiting period, but my brother managed to get it done somehow. I have to remind myself that my world is now changed. Caspian has authority over things I could never have fathomed in my old life.

Naturally, it's been rather terse and awkward between us after that. Nothing new, in my humble opinion. But still, not my preferred mood for when I'm heading into hell itself.

I partially hide my face underneath the blanket and glower at him, wanting nothing but some privacy from his unnerving gaze. His dark hair is slightly tousled, a small lock rests on his forehead as he casually sips from his tumbler.

Not that I spend my time studying him or anything, but I did notice the emblem stitched into the fabric of his suit before he took it off. It looked like a wolf biting into a snake's head. His shoulders were covered in these brooches with blood rubies, bearing an uncanny resemblance to actual blood splatters.

And I'm married to him. I'm actually married to this beautiful, yet dangerous man. What was I thinking? Oh, that's right—I had zero autonomy over my own life decisions.

"Can you sit somewhere else?" I finally huff, annoyed at his perturbing behaviour. He could have sat anywhere—anywhere—and he chose to sit right next to me.

Even during takeoff, he was sitting opposite me. When I moved away onto the couch, he frikkin followed me! The plane is quite literally empty and yet he's crowding my personal space like he has ownership over it.

"If you're hoping to intimidate me, you're barking up the wrong tree."

He tilts his head slightly, studying me silently. He has this weird ability to make me feel uncomfortable on whim by doing absolutely nothing. Speak, you demon. Speak! But, he doesn't. So, what do I do? I continue poking the bear.

"We never specified when the papers should be served." I say, a new found confidence in my voice when I catch the flicker of confusion on his face. At last! A sliver of reaction. Though, gone all too soon.

While bright ideas come to me from time to time, I can't take credit for this one. I already knew it was foolish to write up an agreement when he'd never follow through with it. Someone who refuses to let go of a blood oath couldn't possibly give two shits about this.

My emotions were at an all time high and, maybe, that's why I wrote down a couple of other things without putting much thought into what I was writing. I'd like to believe that even in my most vulnerable state, I still had some self preservation left in me. Where that self preservation goes when I need it other times, I don't know. She likes to appear on whim.

When he didn't even read the damn thing before signing it, I realised the goldmine I'd hit. It took me three days to remember that piece of important information amidst my crying sessions, but that's beside the point.