\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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After a full hour of nothing but conversation and eating, it's finally time to leave the dining area and back to our rooms. Every Canid slowly files out of the double doors, and out into the large open foyer that always seems to surprise me whenever I step out into it.
I step down from the steps, after saying my goodbyes to Damaris. I stride up the stairs and down the long corridor to the only other door I know of and where it leads to in this mansion. I turn the handle and step inside, but I'm soon startled by the one person I've been longing to talk to it seems like, but at the same time I don't want to look at him.
"It's different being back here again because now I have you here with me."
I stay silent, letting his rich voice sink into the air. I want to speak, but can't. It's as if I have no tongue, let alone voice. But finally, something comes out, "what are you doing here?" My tone comes harsher than I had intended, and I instantly regret opening my mouth.
I take in his figure when he doesn't answer. His weight is leaning against his arm which is set on the side of the intent of the window as he peers out of the glass. The drape that was previously covering the window is now pulled fully back, natural moonlight flooding in, but I try so hard to stay away from the light, for the fear of something might happen. Something I don't want to happen.
Finally, Alakade turns to me, his gaze scrutinizing my being, his eyes traveling from cheek to cheek.
"I see it," he says, moving away from the wall, closer to me. I move further away from the door, not forcing enough power into my arm to close the heavy wood, but I don't care. As Alakade moves closer, I move steadily back, his daunting figure towering over my own.
"See what?" I ask, confused by his prior statement.
"I see the pain. You try to hide it, I can see it within your eyes," he explains. I stop scurrying away from him, and he slowly, casually, comes closer to me, gently taking hold of my cheek in his hand, caressing it with the pad of his thumb. The touch of his hand erupts a fiery tingle that licks at the bottom of my stomach, spreading through my body and igniting my skin with a blazing flame, my heart already afire.
But a sudden pang of guilt comes from my mind, causing me to quickly move away from his touch when all that I want to do is lean into it and claim him as my own.
"What are you talking about!" I fire at him, moving back and crossing my arms over my chest. I cross the room, that seems to be the same size of my house back in Brooklyn. Alakade seems to stiffen from my sudden pull away and spat of words.
