*First title in the Immortal Series*
"He's the one they tell you never to make a deal with."
After her parents agreed to give her to the infamous immortal, Fate, once she reached a certain age, Zayla has accepted her life as over. But not without a...
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Word Count: 2532
*Spoilers for Faye. Read at your own risk*
~Zayla
There's a moment of insecurity in Fate's eyes.
It's not very often that I can see any kind of overwhelming emotion when I look into Fate's eyes. Usually there's some kind of wall up, blocking me from seeing anything about him, but right now, I can see something that scares me. Want.
I've never actually seen want like this from a male with this level of power before. In fact, I've never see want from any male. So seeing this, from Fate of all people is terrifying.
Perhaps it's my denial. Fate doesn't want me. This is him getting in my head.
"I don't want anything," I breathe, fingers clenching around the curve of the bench I'm sitting on. "But for you to get out of my way, and let me go."
"You're lying," Fate notes.
His hands are firmly pressed against the bench on either side of me, trapping me in with his arms. I can tell he's willing to let me hop down and walk away if that's really what I wanted. I'm not exactly sure why I'm not moving. Part of me argues it's because I want to prove a point - make him move.
"Why would you know?" I question, although the answer is obvious.
"You're very transparent sometimes, Zayla. I can read you like an open book," he reminds me. Of course. That stone I was given was meant to conceal my emotions, to never actually work in the first place. It only proves that
"That's hardly fair." "You're clearly trying to avoid this conversation," Fate murmurs, head tilting slightly. I watch the way those silken strands of blue hair brush across his forehead. "Tell me, what are you so afraid of?"
A lot. How could I get that into his head without feeling shame from it.
"I have a feeling that if I tell you I'm not afraid, you're just gonna use your creepy magic to prove me wrong," I say flatly, to which Fate smirks at, nodding his head accordingly. We are getting to know each other's habits already. That hurts to admit.
"You catch on quick," he replies.
I give him a flat look, leaning back against the wall. "If you're trying to turn me on, you're doing a hopeless job of it."
