Territorial

Chapter Twenty One // Fine

Song: Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine

LYRA'S POV

I kissed him.

But he didn't kiss me back. In fact, he gently pulled away almost as soon as our lips met. And that fucking hurt.

"Lyra, you're not in the right state of mind." My eye brows furrowed and i felt the feeling of anger twitch in me.

"What?" Even though I was annoyed my voice sounded small and feeble which pissed me off even further.

"You've just seen something which can be very traumatic, I can understand if your going to be fee-"

"IM FINE!" I snapped back, not wanting his pathetic comfort or excuses. If he didn't want to kiss me then fine. I don't care.

"Lyra, that was some intense shit in there." He reasoned, putting both his hands on my shoulders making me face him as if I was a little child.

"Jesus, Seb it didn't bother me." I pushed away his hands and turned to head towards the stairs, feeling suffocated all of a sudden but he yanked me back bringing me chest to chest with him, face to face, inches apart.

"Lyra-"

"FUCK OFF SEB I'M FINE." He looked deep into my eyes, boring into my soul and reading everything about me. There was a look of sympathy mixed with curiosity on his face which somehow pissed me off further.

"If you are fine then why are you crying?" My eyes creased immediately and i brought up my free hand to graze my cheek to find that it was indeed wet with tears. Why was I crying? I was fine. Seb noticed my discomfort and confusion and loosened his stifling grip on me. "Come join me for a drink."

"Why? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me once Andrew was over and done with?" I taunted raising an eyebrow at his request.

"Just have a damn drink with me." He said sighing and placing his hands on his hips. I realised there and then that this probably had been a tough day for him too. He had just murdered his Uncle who had previously killed his father. I didn't want to cause him anymore trouble, besides one drink wouldn't hurt.

"Fine one drink." He nodded once then led me back to his office. The hallways were quiet and I guessed that everyone had to go home. We got to the office and he ushered me inside, quietly closing the door behind him and taking off his blazer hanging it on the door. I sat myself awkwardly on the edge of the sofa not knowing what to do. I watched him like a hawk as he went round his desk and poured two small glasses of whiskey. He hadn't looked up to me yet, just carried on as if I were not there.

"We've done a lot in this office eh?" My cheeks burned with embarrassment as soon as the words left him mouth, dropping my eyes to lap to not meet his. "We've argued, we've shouted, I finge-"

"Yep I get it!!!" I screeched out, realising what was about to come next. He smirked at my discomfort, shaking his head in amusement. At least one of us found it bloody entertaining. He rounded the desk again, and handed me one of the glasses to which I muttered a thank you in return. He placed himself in the sofa directly in-front of me, a slouched and relaxed position, resting his whiskey on his knee.

"How are you feeling?" He questions seriously, still not meeting my gaze.

"Fine." I whisper, not knowing how to describe my feelings at that moment in time. He takes a deep sigh, followed by a desperate slug of his whiskey. Even in his composed manner, he seemed agitated.

"Just fine?" He ponders, voice sounding a but strained this time, yet again not looking at me.

"I don't know what you want me to tell you Seb." I state, not knowing what he was getting it. What did he want me to admit? That the pain was still there. The pain he caused me. Even though he was dead, it didn't change everything that I had been through.