Bound: Toxic Bite (Book 1)

Chapter XXXII

   Dimitri's POV

    I felt that breaking point of my patience. I knew this girl would be the end of me. No matter how many times I saw her, every time it seemed like I loved her more and more. And I was aware that my love for her was ruining me. But I wanted her to ruin me. She was that fire, and I wanted her to burn me. After so long... After so damn long, I had her in my arms. I was holding something that was always mine. She was mine, and not even for a split second did I think on giving up on her. No matter how many times I had the reason to give up, I didn't.

  Months and months, I searched. Got help from everyone I thought I could get use from. I told my father I wasn't done with my job yet. That the coronation was not supposed to happen yet. I procrastinated it as much as I could, just so I would have enough time to search more. At least a little more. And now I had a month left. A month till the coronation. But there she was. My girl. My love. That love that was passionate, intense, and most of all unforgettable. I wasn't planning on letting that go again. Not again.

  But no matter how much my heart screamed in joy for having her in my arms, she was crying. And that wasn't how I expected seeing her. It was tearing me apart seeing those tears wet her beautiful face. It was a sin for making someone so innocent, so pure, cry. My sin. But I could not let go. No matter how aware I was of the fact that she didn't believe I was back. Of the fact that she didn't believe I remembered... After such a long time, after so many sleepless nights, so much energy loss and exhaustion, I was ready to do it all over for her. If she needed time to believe, somewhere inside me, I found the strength to prove myself to her. I felt like I need to.

   I could still remember very clearly how she slipped from my arms that night at the ball. How she was right there, yet so far. And I blamed myself. If I remembered a minute earlier, I wouldn't have had to lose her. Without even a goodbye... So many witches tried breaking the location spell Christian's witch locked on them all. But he had one of the most powerful ones on his side. A Sephiran. That surname held so much power and history, something that couldn't be even imagined. But Calliope was a Sephiran, and there was no way of unlocking the location spell...

  My memory was my only lead. But one of many Christian's lies made me lose track. If I just knew that he never really sold his old house, I would've remembered where to look. And when I got in the middle of the woods, I felt that familiar scent in the air. Strawberry and laveder. And I knew I was on the right path. Finally. My heart stopped in realization, my mind went blank, and I ran. I followed the smell, and simply ran. When I heard that crash, I felt a turn in my stomach. A simple feeling of knowing she was in trouble. And I didn't think. Not at all. Ripping that demon's heart out was an instinct. No matter who it was that tried to take someone I love, they payed with their life.

  That night, I watched as her expression went from scared, to shocked, to broken, and shattered. And I knew that my simple presence was the cause of that. But my hands were itching to touch her, my heart was thumping madly, and my mind felt like it would explode if I kept standing there and watching her. So I wrapped my arms around her, and that's when I knew. She was the cure. My cure. My medicine and drug. She made me high, then let me crash so low, leaving me shattered. Yet I craved for more. I needed more.

  Her sobs were ripping my heart out. Her pain, her ache, it hurt me twofold. It burned me so badly that I almost felt the scars in my heart opening into fresh wounds. Because they were never really healed. But she was there. In my arms. Simply mine again. And it meant the whole damn world to me. And when I heard her broken voice, still cracking and fading with the urge to let more sobs, it ruined me. You did this. My self conscious kept telling me. It's all your fault.

  And then I heard her whisper. "What do you want, Dimitri?" No one, and I mean no one could even be close to causing me that effect by just calling out my name. I didn't know if it was that perfect symphony of her voice, that silky melody, or that faintness it always seemed to hold, but I couldn't resist it. It made my whole inside turn, my head spin, my hands shake, and my heart hammer. I needed this girl. I needed my love back. Because otherwise, I was dead. My heart was beating for her, and it would simply stop without her. She was that healthy drug that I needed in my veins, and I was an addict. Without it, I would either lose my mind, or die.