Dark Magic

Chapter Twenty Three - Kiss

Chapter Twenty Three - Kiss

When I came to, I was in a large white room. I immediately look at my hands, relieved when I find it clean of any blood.

Just thinking about it all made me slightly nauseous.

I killed them. All of them.

Maybe my father was right. Maybe I am just like him. Maybe I am a monster.

The constant beeping of the machines I'm hooked up to brings me out of my thoughts and I sit up.

I'm alone. If Amelia was still alive she'd be somewhere around here, shouting the roof off that I better be okay or someone was going to pay.

Amelia.

My heart breaks just a little more and I find myself pulling the cords out.

I had to call Sierra.

I stroll stiffly out of the room, highly aware of the stiff bandage around my torso and arm. Also, someone took the time to dress me in a lightweight loose dress for which I was thankful.

After what feels like ages, I'm finally in the room I slept in when I avoided Damien. The light beige colour did nothing to comfort me.

However, I was pleased to find my phone on the dresser where I left it. I carefully lay down on the bed, wincing at the soreness of my body.

I briefly wonder why there doesn't seem to be a single soul around but what do I care anyway.

I video call Sierra and wait as it rings. When she doesn't pick up I stare at the ceiling and try again.

During our six months of training at the Embassy Amelia, Sierra and I grew close. Sierra knew how close Amelia and I were so she's the only one who would get it. She's the only one who would understand.

I'm about to give up hope but then her face comes into view. Her hair is wet and her eyes that are so similar to Alexander's are red and puffy.

We both start tearing up.

"Hi, Sierra." I try to smile at her but it doesn't work. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, Hailey. You were right." She hiccups on the other end. "They came back and Alexander... He's dead."

"I'm sorry." My eyes widen and I was sorry, for her, but at this point in time I couldn't even bring myself to feel story for Alexander. I warned all of them. I wanted him and he got what was coming.

"Did you get Amelia?" She asks and I burst out crying.

How could anything be okay without her? How could I be okay?

"Hailey?" She asks unsure.

"Amelia is dead." I cry out. "She's dead."

"Oh my God." Sierra sobs on the other end. "I'm so, so sorry Hailey."

Neither of us say anything but we cry together. "What am I supposed to do without her?"

"I'm coming to you." She says and promptly hangs up before I can protest.

I clutch the phone to my chest and I cry.

I cry for all the shit I've been through. I cry for all the times that I got hurt. I cry for the people I killed, including my father.

And most of all, I cry for Amelia.

Suddenly the door bursts open and I jump in fright, wincing in pain.

"Are you trying to fucking kill me?" Damien exclaims but then he sees my face and calms down.

I turn quickly get up from the bed, ready to get away from him. I needed to be by myself so I could drown in my misery and grieve the loss of my best friend alone.

He lightly grabs my wrist. "I was so worried when I came back and you weren't in that room."

"Please let me go, Damien." I whisper but he gently pulls me to him and holds me there.

"I got you." He says. "Break."

And I do. I clutch to him and I sob like a baby.

He sinks to the floor with me and runs his hands through my hair. I'm not ashamed to say that I crawled into his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face there.

He felt so good, and warm and safe. I never wanted to leave, ever.

Then he did something even more amazing. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me hard against him and let his wings burst free, wrapping them around me.

We stayed like that a long time until my cries finally died down and I was left clinging to him like a lifeline.

I'd never felt more at home.

I pull back and stare into his endless grey eyes. How is he so painfully gorgeous and kind? He gently bring his hands to my face and wipes away my tears.

I thread my fingers through his hair and blink at him, it feels so nice.

Cautiously, I lean forward, closing my eyes and going to press my lips to his. I don't make it though because he pulls away before our lips can make contact.

I furrow my brows at him. "Why"

A part of me feels utterly rejected and embrassed but I'm already an emotional mess. Right now, it all feels the same.

"You don't want this." He says. "You're just hurting."

I look down in the space between us and remove my hands from his hair. He was right. He was just being there for me and once again, I interpreted it into something it wasn't. I was trying to use him to distract me from what is actually happened.

"I'm sorry." I tell him. "I shouldn't have done that."

He brings a hand under my chin to make me look at him. "Don't be sorry. You're just grieving."

But the longer I stare into his beautiful eyes the more I'm drawn to them. To him.

How could I have ever thought that Alexander was so great?

With Alexander I merely liked the attention he gave me. He wasn't ugly so in my mind, he wasn't a guy I could have and when he gave me attention I saw things that clearly were not there.

With Damien though, everything about him was solid from his steps right down to his word. I mean, he did walk into battle with me. Strong. Unwavering.

With Alexander it was just the mate bond but with Damien it was something else altogether. I just couldn't figure out what exactly that something else was.

"Hailey." He whispers and the way he says it makes me fall inlove with my name. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I lean forward and quickly press a kiss to the corner of hid mouth, closing my eyes a little.

"Thank you." I say shyly to him, taking in his wide eyes. "For everything."

My heart was beating furiously in my chest but I knew that if I didn't kiss him somehow, I'd regret that I didn't take the chance.

Maybe I was delirious but the longer I was close to him the more it seemed like every fibre of my being was calling out to him. To be near him.

I didn't know what to make of it.

And if I'm honest I don't think my mind could handle any more emotional drama.

So I gently untangle myself from his warm embrace, delicately tracing the tip of his wing as I get up.

I throw him once last glance as I walk out. His legs infront of him. His glorious wings spread out a little in the large room.

He really didn't even know how insanely handsome he was.

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