Ruin My Life ↡ Caius Volturi

Chapter Seven

You see, my mind takes me far, but my heart dreams of return

CHAPTER SEVEN©

Caius | Mania

As I climbed through the window and into Mania's bedroom, I couldn't help but be struck by the similarities between this room and my own back in Italy.

The deep blood-red walls, the light beige trimmings - it was almost as if she had taken a page out of my design book.

The large four-poster bed in the center of the room, draped in a matching crimson comforter, was a particularly familiar touch. I had to admit, the girl certainly had good taste.

Of course, I suppose that shouldn't have been all that surprising, given our bond.

Emmett had been right - Edward did seem to make a habit of sneaking into his human paramour's bedroom, so why shouldn't I try the same with Mania?

We were both immortal beings, drawn to the allure of the mortal world, after all. And Mania, for all her protestations, was undeniably mine.

I could feel the pull between us, the invisible threads that tied our fates together.

No matter how much she might try to push me away, I knew in the end she would come around. We were destined to be a family, whether she liked it or not.

As I took in the luxurious surroundings, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. "I guess we're more alike than we care to admit," I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

It was true, though - for all our differences, Mania and I were kindred spirits in many ways. Of course, Mania didn't seem to share my amusement.

The sound of the bathroom door opening behind me made me spin around, and there she was, emerging with a towel wrapped tightly around her body, her eyes narrowed in a fierce glare.

"What the hell are you doing in my cramped apartment? Matter of fact, in my house, Caius?" she demanded, her voice dripping with venom.

"This isn't a cramped apartment, Mania," I said, confused.

She rolled her eyes. "Why are you here?" she asked.

I couldn't help but smirk. "Mania, you can't keep me away forever," I replied, my tone infuriatingly casual.

"Yes, I can. I can kill you," she shot back, her fingers twitching as if she was already planning my demise.

"Oh, please," I scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "If you wanted me dead, you would have killed me the first day we met. You love me, and we're going to be a family, so stop being a bitch."

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I instantly regretted them as Mania's eyes widened in fury.

"Did you just call me a bitch?" she hissed, her hand darting out to grab something off the dresser - a hairbrush, by the looks of it - and hurling it at my head.

I dodged it easily, of course. "You're acting like one," I retorted, my own temper flaring.

"I hate you!" Mania cried, her voice cracking with emotion as she continued her barrage of projectiles.

"Of course, you do," I sighed, easily sidestepping each attack. Really, this was getting rather tiresome. Couldn't the girl see that I was only here because I cared for her? Couldn't she understand that our bond was stronger than her petty tantrums?

"Cara mia, please calm down," I tried, using the endearment I knew she secretly craved, even if she would never admit it.

"Don't 'cara mia' me, Caius," she snapped, her eyes flashing with fury.