Bewitch Me [Book 1 & 2, The Witch's Fate]

Chapter Eighteen - Action speaks louder.

His head jerked to the side instantly, his unreal eyes roaming around the room tiredly before finally settling on my angry eyes. The angry look on his face quickly switched to that of a neutral one as soon as our eyes met. It was then I realised that he hasn't been looking at me the whole time. What the hell was he looking at then?

"So you finally awakened huh, good. We need to talk, young lady." His voice was as soft as the cottony-white wools that's neatly tucked in your pillows. I was too dazed to even talk back at him. Who knew that such a sweet voice could make me go silent at will. With a sarcastic chuckle, he continued, "Also, you can try calling the cops...I'm pretty sure they'd show up at this time of the night."

Slowly, he tilted his head back, making his strand of hairs fall backwards along his neckline, eventually exposing his shoulders, the graceful curve of his neck—and his two brilliant mesmerizing emerald eyes that kept staring straight into my eyes from under his long thick dark eyelashes. I blinked away the sudden urge to run my hands through his hair and taste those glossy lips of his. What had suddenly come over me? I wondered in disbelief.

"Isabelle..." He whispered, folding his arms behind his back as a sigh left his lips. He closed his eyes for some seconds and opened them back again. I don't know whether it was me but his eyes didn't look any less predatory and intimidating. He looked like someone that could chop off your neck without having any regrets. Just the thought of him slitting someone's throat gives me the chills. But wait - how the hell did he know my name? I never told this freak my name! What's going on here?

I watched in disbelief his pupils slowly diminishing as if they were dwindling slits of darkness and greenness—just like a serpent—or a demon. No, just like a cat! But that's not normal! Did he perhaps get something in his eyes? I'm pretty sure he wore one of those expensive glowing contact lens to prank me, nice one buddy—your plan worked perfectly. His face lit up a bit, almost like he was about to laugh. The amused look that kept flashing across his face each time I said one or two things about his eyes started to build suspicions within me of him possibly reading my mind even though I know it's scientifically and humanly impossible. He can't just be standing in our front, in our house, and be savoring our pathetic state! Do something! a small voice rang at the back of my head, causing me to agree at once. It's either he starts it the old-fashioned way or he'd end up being nothing but my new punchball. After all, no one said I couldn't throw in my defensive skills.

"If you don't start talking—" I started, clutching my phone shakily as I walked back slowly. I just realized that the room was getting darker and darker by the moment. The candlelights were obviously not enough to light up the whole room. But I swore it did the first time, it's like my mind has started playing tricks on me again. "I'd call my parents...freak!" I got hold of the objects nearest to me and kept throwing them towards his direction, hoping that he'd either run away—or eventually get pinned down somehow—but he ended up proving me wrong surprisingly. It seemed like the objects'  weights were that of a feather as he didn't seem bothered at all.

I frowned deeply as he managed to sidestep every single object I laid my hands on. What the hell happened to all months of experience? Did I suddenly gain a pound or something? The last objects—which happened to be dad's old-time neon lamp and mum's six year old expensive vase—he got hold of the two with ease and placed them back on their respective shelves. How was he so fast in catching everything? I wondered. I was hoping with all these noises someone would hear what's happening here. Well, I'm lucky his moves weren't as bad as a dying goose, I'd have ended up in 'serious' combos of trouble for breaking my parents' favorite stuffs. The mysterious charming freak just rolled his eyes with an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms—like he was bored of the whole show. He shouldn't be because I'm just getting started.