Devilena

Chapter 5- When She Attacks

Unedited as per usual because this time a bitch is having an allergy attack 

He should be dead.

He should be puttering blood beneath my sliders right now as I watch the life fade from his eyes. I should be reveling in the feeling of seeing him fade into the background of life, quickly becoming  a memory as his final breath left him.

I should be driving one of these expertly crafted daggers into his chest until it scrapes against his heart. That's what i should be doing rather than the total opposite.

I could not deny my utter shock as much as I wanted to with ever fiber in my body.

Sin Santorini was here.

It was already painful enough to watch him stand there as if he did not abandon Nick and I when we were all recruits in the clutches of the heartless cunts at Assassin League but oddly that was not what infuriated me the most. 

What acted like the gasoline to my fury was that he looked so bloody handsome.

How dare he stand there in all his 6'ft 7 glory almost gloating at me with his body that was rigid with muscles under his fitted grey t-shirt, legs that were strong an intimidating encased in black pants that clung to his narrow waist so tantalizingly ad his face fuck his face.

 His eyes that were as bright as burning amber gazed at me with something akin to regret but like many things I thought I knew about him must be mistaken. His eyelashes were full and long framing his beautiful eyes they seemed hand painted and sooty were dangerously close to touching his brows that were equally full and seemed to grow in an almost flawless pattern seeing as I doubt he was one to stop by the salon for an eyebrow threading appointment.

His lips were as plump as I remembered them and they maintained their rosy red colour. His nose that was proportionate to his face stood firm balancing out his high cheekbones and angled jawline that was a sharp and prominent as my mind recollected. 

His hair was different though, it seems that he had allowed it to grow out because the thick silky strands of hair were pulled back from his face and he was sporting a terribly sexy man bun at the top of his head. 

It infuriated me.

He was not allowed to look this good. In fact I was hoping if this dreaded day ever came I would stomp on his windpipe shoot him and leave him to bleed out without paying him a second glance, but like life would have it the complete opposite was happening.

Taking advantage of my  stunned state he moved towards me with an outstretched hand as if he would used to accursed limb to touch me and I had to force my body to cringe away from him. 

The visible hurt in his eyes dared to tug on my heart strings for a mere nanosecond before I cut the cord, playtime was over.

The the speed of an expert I flicked out another dagger from the kit  and propelled myself unto him wrapping my legs around his waist. I grabbed the nape of his neck forcing some of his hair to pull itself from his bun and bundle in my fist so I could pull his head back to reveal his throat and the other hand that clutched the dagger so tightly pressed up against his throat with every intention so slit it.

I pressed the side of the weapon into the skin and a stream of blood trickled down his adam's apple.

I had not uttered a single word to him and I didn't plan to.He didn't deserve simple pleasantries such as speech but as soon as that thought came to me it diminished when he opened his mouth and let out an utterance that made everything worse.