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Animila's Pov (This is basically a continuation of the last chapter)

"Alric " I growl.

"Hello Love, how are you today?" He asks so casually.

"Don't call me that." I reply.

"Ok Sweetie." He says with a smirk knowing I hate that name more.

I just growl. He shrugs off the mildly threatening growl. With good reason too. I can't do anything to him even if I wasn't chained, he's way stronger.

He walks over to me and rest the food on the table close to my bed. I can tell by the smell it's fish. Not that I'm complaining. I like fish. He then sits on my bed by my knees.

"Any reason why you're still here." I say.

"What we can't talk?" He asks.

"No." I reply.

"Come on Animila, at least be a little nicer. I just want to talk." He says.

I look at him and see the straight face he has on. It's different than the normal smirk he has when he talks to me. Something happened with him.

"Fine we can talk but don't expect me to be nice." I reply with hostility.

I hear him sigh. It seems like part of it was from relief and the other part because I won't be nice.

"What happened to you? Why are you really staying here?" I ask.

"You're quite the perceptive one aren't you. If you must know, I just want to be away from those idiots. Sometimes they really get on my nerves. Everyone knows to stay away from this room let alone enter it." He answers.

Oh they come here. They may not walk in but I hear them. But I won't tell him that. Last thing I need is for him to kill someone because I told him.

"So you're using my room as a get away spot." I conclude.

"In a way. But that means we can more time together. Maybe you can act like you don't have a trick that's making you hate me on you." He says in a hopeful tone.

I almost chuckle at his hope. Almost.

"I don't know about that." I respond.

"Oh please Animila. You've been hating me for 3 years now. Just one day. That's all I ask for. One day where you act like you don't hate me. One day." He begs.

I can't believe he is actually begging me. I feel my feelings hit against its barrier begging to break free. Begging to just let me hug him and hold him. Then I see a red flash in my eyes. A signal that the barrier can break but it's holding on.

"Ok. One day. I'll try one day. Don't expect me to be too nice though." I say softly.

I see his posture straighten and a big smile spreads across his face.

"Thank you so much." He says.

"Don't mention it." I say.

"No really, don't mention it." I tell him after I see he's about to say something.

He nods.

"So you never did tell me how you like your room." He says.

I resist the urge to scoff. I've been stuck in here for 3 years. Of course I wouldn't tell him.

"It's not bad I guess. It gets awfully boring in here though, but you get used to it after three years." I say.

I see him flinch slightly.

"Well when you put it like that." He mumbles to himself.

"So what's it like ruling?"I ask actually curious.

"Umm I don't know how to answer that. I'm pretty sure my answer wouldn't be sane." He says.

It make sense. That would trigger the power crazy part of him. As he got older he learned to control the insanity of all of his power. I mean his mind can control the amount of power unlike how he was when younger but the amount still makes him want more power.

"Ok then. Why do you act differently around me?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Well I know when you're not with me you're all power crazy and mean. Especially when you're mad. I hear people call you evil. How come you are all nice and sane around me but when you're gone you go back to being evil and powerful. " I clarify.

"I don't want to scare you." He says quietly looking down at his hands.

He obviously didn't want me to know that that is how he really acts. We stay quiet for a little. He's afraid of scaring me. He makes sure he control his want for power just to avoid scaring me.

"Thanks." I whisper.

He looks up at me shocked that I thanked him. I want to say something else but another flash of red appears in my eyes. It's clear at this rate my trick is close to breaking. Which means I have to make it stronger. But that's more dangerous.

It's a risk I have to take. Taking it off will just leave room for him to come and sweep me off my feet. Then I will really never get the chance to stop him.

"I think you should go now." I say.

I see the hurt from my words flash across his face. But it softens out and changes in to worry when he looks in to my eyes. It's clear that my confusion and pain are swimming in my eyes.

"Ok then. See you tomorrow." He says.

He gets off my bed. He kisses my cheek and whispers goodnight to me. He walks to the door and gives me one last look. He turns back around and leaves.

That boy will be the death of me. I can't let him get to me. I need to find a way to get out this room, find and save my friends, and stop him. The sooner I do, the quicker this ends.

"I will not fall for you."