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"We're all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours." His husky voice cut through the silence like a knife. I turned, his face was closer than expected, his bright, almost glowing eyes looking at me like he could see str...
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B R U T A L I T Y
Chapter 8
Why, oh why did I agree to this again?
Oh, wait. I never did.
I now felt like a tiny speckle of dust sat in Lykos' office. Shelves and cabinets lined the walls, filled with books and ornaments off all kinds, the wall opposite the door showing the view of Lycans and wolves being tortured outside, a huge bonfire ignited in the centre through the huge paned window. A fireplace was to my right, a crackling fire surrounded by a leather couch and arm chairs. Above the fireplace was a painting, or photograph -- it was hard to tell from here -- of a group of people, though from where I was stood by the entrance to the room I couldn't quite make out who they were.
In front of the window was a platform of sorts, a dark oak desk in the centre, a tall leather chair behind it with two smaller ones in front of it. Gee, did he like leather or what?
He took long strides towards his desk, while I dawdled around the place to admire the decorative wooden ceiling. The large double doors closed behind me, the noise pulling me out of whatever trance I was in to look over to where Lykos was already stood by one of the liquor cabinets, his eyes narrowed in contemplation.
"You should sit down." He said, pulling out a bottle of a dark red, almost black liquid from the cabinet before closing it.
"And you should stop telling me what to do." Even though I said that, I still followed what he said anyway and sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk. As he was pouring the liquid into two glasses, he looked up, snickered, then went back to doing what he did before. Eventually, after what seemed like eons, he put the bottle down on the desk, picked up the glasses and handed one to me. "What is this?" I asked skeptically, narrowing my eyes at the drink in my hand.
Lykos froze as he was about to put the glass to his mouth. "You're weak. It's something that'll increase your strength, make you healthy again." He explained, tipping the glass to his mouth.
I guess if he can drink it and it doesn't kill him, shouldn't I? Shrugging my doubts away, I brought the glass to my lips, tipping it until the dark liquid flowed into my mouth. Immediately, I almost moaned at how good it tasted, but kept my pleasure away and only downed the rest instead.
I lifted it in the air, the minimal light coming from outside reflecting the staining red substance. Smiling sheepishly, I looked at Lykos and said, "More?"
He only shook his head, making my shoulders deflate. "You shouldn't have drank that so fast, there's a higher risk you'll become addicted to it the more you drink." Addicted? What did he mean by that?
