Blood of Revenge

Chapter 26

The day went by quickly after... the moment.

Blayze's men called him and told him that 'the deed was done' and we could come back to the hotel. Thus, having nothing else to do for the next two days because the men were most probably dead.

I took in a deep breath while walking down the street hand-in-hand with Blayze. He didn't even let go of my hand when I fell asleep yesterday, probably trying to assure that it wasn't a dream, a mind-trick—the same thing that I felt. Yes, it had barely been just five months of us knowing each other, admitting that we love each other may be too early.

But love isn't my secretary, waiting for the right moment to come in, it's an obnoxious demon who hits you hard and leaves you confused to find out what you have for the other person on your own. And that's the part that leads to delay. Honestly, even I was confused about that until I heard those wonderful words escape Blayze's lips.

Luckily, Blayze didn't waste that time on "I think I have feelings for you."

"I really like you."
"I can't understand what I feel for you."
and all that shit.

He simply jumped to what he actually felt, and those words had been repeating in my mind like a broken radio reciting the same lyric of the song again and again.

But I didn't mind it. In fact, they were the most beautiful words I had ever heard.

We were walking down the busy streets, people buying from a variety of shops and stalls, each covered with different colored clothes that looked like splattered paint.

Blayze had shoved me into a few shops with lesser people and forced me to buy the clothes he thought would look nice on me. Honestly, I didn't need any of them but Blayze ignored my reasoning by simply staring at a few clothes.

For a some-what payback, I bought him some casuals which he protested against but I did what he did—ignore.

"Do you want to go eat something?" he asked, his words calm and straight.

"YESS! I haven't eaten anything since breakfast."

"You did."

"I am not counting ice-cream in this."

"You ate cotton-candy, and nachos, and a bag of chips and—"

"Okay, I get it. But I don't care. I need to eat."

Blayze's lips tugged to form half a smile (almost) as his left arm encircled me around my shoulders, pulling me close until he could lean in and place a kiss on my temple.

That was something I had to get used to—the excessive show of emotions by Blayze. Well, not that excessive but more than what I was used to. He still needs to learn how to be happy. Ever since I took the initiatives of kissing him, he's done it so much, saying that it was something we have to feel comfortable doing but it's really hard because I can't stop the butterflies from flapping their wings.

"When are we going to go home?"

"You really love to go back there, don't you?"

"Hell, yes. I'm not a person who likes exploring new lands like an animal. I just simply like staying in a place that I'm comfortable in."

"Like the bathroom?"

I might as well hate Molly as much as I love her for telling everyone how much I love the bathroom.

*

It was night.
The full moon was at its peak and shone down upon us as we walked the quiet streets in the middle of the night. I just loved the night sky so much, it's so beautiful, so tranquil, so...... so halcyon.

I stared at the sky just to realize that Blayze stared the same way—at me.

I looked at him and smiled, a mindless, heartfelt smile that only a few can understand.

"Astrid, I—"

"Well, well, well. Look at the lovely couple I crossed paths with."

And suddenly, all of the magnificence of the night turned into horror.