Troublemaker

Chapter-30 Taking the risk

Hi guys,

I'm finally here with a new chapter, though I believe it's not the best I've written so far. Though this wasn't supposed to be published yet, since it's actually not complete cuz I wanted to add a few more scenes but that will just have to wait I suppose. 

I'm really sorry for the long wait. If I were you, I'd hate myself too but studies have been keeping me really busy and my schedule is going to be even more chaotic once school opens up so please do not expect frequent updates. Don't worry though, I'll keep writing when I find time.

I'm apologizing in advance for the chapter ahead !

Aaannnnddd I just want to let you know that it's because of all those sweet comments you left on the last chapter that I just had to post this so here goes nothing :P 

                                                         Chapter~30 Taking the risk.

"Would you believe me if I said that I was afraid that you'd die if I marked you?"

For a minute I couldn't believe my ears-that Warren was actually talking to me, actually replying to me and most importantly the fact that his words were laced with genuineness. And genuineness out of Warren's mouth wasn't something you heard every passing day.

"Why would I die? Isn't marking each other a natural process?" I gazed at him, words a blend of confusion and curiosity.

His eyes softened for a tiny bit before the frigidness returned, making me wonder whether he was trying to shield his emotions once again, not wanting to come off as vulnerable in front of me.

"It would've been only if you were a vampire too. But now that you aren't there's a high possibility that my mark may end you," he literally forced the words out of his mouth, his jaw ticking as he shut his eyes for a moment probably striving to contain himself.

"Oh, I didn't know that," my voice came out small and somehow dispirited, cut up as if I'd just heard a news which would topple my life upside down. My heart thrummed inside my chest, beating loudly as I felt out of sorts.

My eyes were fixated on the ground buried with a layer of rich brown soil, pretty green short-heighted grass tickling my bare feet as they sank in the soil. An emptiness welled up inside my stomach bringing the much familiar glumness along with it, making me feel pathetic and miserable.

I know I should've been rejoicing at the fact that he won't ever get to sink his canines into my skin and that I could always be free of anything relating to him or his memories once I leave, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. To feel happy.

"Abigail, look at me," his husky baritone was enough to make goose bumps rise on the back of my neck, a shiver darting down my spine instantly and it made me ponder whether he'll have such an effect on me forever? It would be torturous.

With my hands clasped together and anxiousness settling at the bottom of my stomach without any apparent reason, I found myself meeting his arresting irresistible eyes.

"I'm alright. Plus, it's better for both of us because we won't ever have to worry about a relationship," I shrugged, forcing a tight smile out on my face, not wanting to let him know how it broke my heart into a million shards, how wretched and distraught I felt. I just couldn't let him see it. I couldn't afford to let him know that no matter what he felt for me, no matter if he hated or loved me, I was already too far, too deep in love with him.

I had fallen for the stupid, jerk-ish, egoistical prince and I still couldn't believe it.

He unclasped my hands slowly, gathering them in his own, keeping his heated gaze on me, making me squirm almost automatically. He held my hands in his, close to his chest, close to where his heart was still and steady, unlike my own.