I can't let Shinee's appearance get to me.
His letter sits on the table in front of me. It's still folded up, curiosity bubbling up within in me, my twitching fingers begging to pick it up and read what written. His visit here has left me breathless, still, hours after he has left. His presence still lingers in the air, a tingling feeling still existing on the surface of my skin.
My gaze flickers up to the fireplace that crackles up against wall, before it falls on the letter again. Should I burn it? If I burn it, then it will be vanished forever, and the words he wrote upon it will be haunting me for who knows how long.
Picking it up, I slip it back into my pocket, where it is once again, concealed from my sight. Right now, I have more important matters to deal with.
I need to get on the other side of that wall.
I'm not sure what I'm expecting to find, but as I wander back to my bed, I let my imagination run wild, considering all options.
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I hold the note between the tips of my fingers.Biting the edge of my lip, I consider all my options. I could open it, read the words upon it, or I could toss it into the fire I sit directly in front of. The flames lick up the concrete capturing it in, begging for me to give it the letter, let it take it out of my life. These thoughts I'm having, that I can trust Shinee to help me, are wicked. Poisonous.But yet, I need help. I'll admit that. And I can't trust anyone, not Damon, not a single guard, or even that Virtue who lives on the other side of the estate. But Shinee...he's my mate. I might not know his full motive, but he wouldn't hurt me, right?"Everything okay?" I hear from behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I eye Hermione. She closes my bedroom door behind her, before she removes her jacket."Everything is fine," I reply.What the hell.I fold the letter open, unable to withhold my curiosity any longer. The note isn't too long, t
I barely slept all night.Originally, I had planned on staying up in order to gather my thoughts and prepare for this morning, but instead, I sat in front of my fire, waiting for it to completely consume me. My mind is numb, leaving me with no hope in facing him. I have a point I need to get across, which I can't do when I'm so nervous. He gets into my head, and I don't know how to get him out."I drew a bath for you, if you would like to prepare for your meeting," I hear from behind me. The words are accompanied by a bit of streaming light through my windows as Hermione opens my curtains. I wince. How long have I been sitting here?"Thank you Hermione," I respond hoarsely, stretching my back out. Everything aches. I haven't moved since Shinee left last night. Even my heavy eyelids protest.Hermione opens the door to my bathroom. It's a prompt.Glancing over my shoulder, I eye the steaming bath through the doorway, despondent. I'm not sure how Hermione knows about the meeting, but I'm
AIDANAMy reaction is immediate disgust.Shinee walks into the room, looking back at me, as if I'm going to follow him into his bedroom. I stand at the doorway, staring in at him disbelief. Did he seriously just hear me proudly talk about being a respectable woman, and is now telling me I'm sleeping in his room? There is no doubt plenty of guest rooms in this marvelous estate.As I remain gaping at him, not taking a single step in, Shinee's playful expression erupts into one of pure amusement. Does he think I'm a joke? Folding my arms over my chest, I silently scold my past self for agreeing to this."I'm offering this room to you, as it's the best room here, and you, as my mate, deserves only the best. I'm not going to be staying in here with you," he informs me.My entire body deflates."Oh," I draw off. Suddenly I feel foolish for my assumption, although he led me right into it. Warily, I wander into the room, watching him, and his bed, ensuring there is a few feet of space between
AIDANAAll I know about today, is it's going to be cold.Walking back into the bedroom after being fed a sweet liquid to remove the truth serum from my system, I trudged back upstairs, fuming. I'm not going with him today because his charm sufficed in convincing me. No. I'm going because what other choice do I have? He's going to make it impossible for me if I refuse.And to make matters worse on this entire day, he didn't give me the book. He claimed it wasn't a false promise, and that he knew I was using every fiber in my body to stop myself from being honest with him, therefore, the deal was off. Conniving jerk.I would be more mad about it, if I weren't so distracted by the clothing choice Shinee must have magically laid out atop the covers of the bed.Cold weather clothes. Coats, boots, sweaters.I've seen outside of Shinee's estate, at the snow capped mountains and dainty villages tucked within the valleys of these towering beasts. It makes me wonder whether he created it for his
AIDANAMe.The person who delivered the towels into my room, only moments ago, was me. It took me a moment to recognize my own features in someone else, but there was no doubting that it was me. Or at least, a version of me. I was visibly disturbed for a moment, once my screams ceased and I was cloaked in a veil of silence. Shinee didn’t arrive with the haste I assumed he was, so I stand alone in this bathroom, panicking.Suddenly, a figure appears in the doorway behind me. I’m staring at myself, but a version that has clearly been copied to a lesser, almost sicklier state. This fake has timid eyes circled with darkness, remaining a dull, pale green. Her skin is disturbingly sallow, her hair dead and flat against sunken cheekbones.This person has stolen my body. They have made a poor replica to scare me. And I’m not exactly sure how they did it, but I’m more concerned with my escape."What the hell are you?" I question softly, voice quivering."Pretty little Moon Goddess. Come to visi
"It's not often I see you smile."Shinee's voice startles me. We haven't spoke for the past hour, instead spending our time pouring over notepads full of ideas. So far, most of them are useless. But what it is, is a step forward in the planning that has taken me years, and I don't feel bad about it. Shinee hasn't once hinted at an ulterior motive, and it seems as those he is trying to help.Oddly enough, this has been...fun. Maybe that's not the best word, but I've began to feel excitement, at what this might mean. I lay on my stomach on the floor of my motel room, right at the hearth of a blazing fire. Shinee is on the bed, legs crossed. It's amusing him like this. He taps the end of his pen against his chin, concentrating on the piece of paper be balances on a stray book.It's such a normal action for such an otherworldly man."You get to our age and suddenly it's harder to find the fun in things you typically would," I admit, drawing random patterns across the page. "I thought you
Shedding my clothes is the easy part. Looking at him isn't.I can feel the heat of his gaze, as it passes across each of my bare limb, drinking in the sight of me which I have never bared to any man. My confidence seeps away with every piece of clothing that I let slip onto the floor, until I am completely naked in front of him. I'm doing this to prove a point, which is becoming more and more foggy as time passes by.No longer do I want Shinee to have the upper-hand. I'm always wondering what is going on inside his head, wishing he wasn't such a mystery. Now, my mate is going to look at me and wonder why I'm suddenly so confident. He's going to wonder why I no longer care what he thinks.One foot steps beneath the surface of the water, before being followed shortly after by my entire body. Shinee still stands, completely clothed, staring at me.His eyes glare right into my soul.There's something about the way he looks at me. Those lavender eyes, a trap for the most vulnerable souls,
It doesn't feel good to be home.As soon as it was possible for me to return back here, I did, much to Shinee's dismay. It seem quite evident at our farewell that he was appearing impassive; a mask atop any real feeling, to not appear weak. But he will miss me, I'm sure, and I will miss him. As much as it pains me to admit, the past few days have been ones I've cherished. In fact, I'm quite looking forward to returning to him, to see what more could ensue.The moment I return to my quarters, I notice that everything appears exactly how it would have been, if I had just come back from dinner. The space looks lived in, but still relatively clean. Of course, this must be Hermione's doing, ensuring nothing appears any different for an eye as watchful as the Moon."Hermione, I have returned," I call out softly, wandering through my living space and into my bedroom. Oddly enough, as much as I search, there is no Hermione to be found.Typically, she would be at here reading nook by the fire,