Like a gentleman, Vargauz opened the door of the car and smiled warmly at Amelia. It was a beautiful car like a model who sashayed on the floor in a fashion week in a swimsuit.
The cart moved in the cart path and Amelia noticed that it was pretty dark, only the cart path was lit. “I think we should come some other day,” she remarked. “It is so dark that I cant see anything.” Plus she really wanted to go back. It was already 10PM and somehow she regretted the idea of coming with him to inspect the golf course in the dark. She didn’t know why she was having so much confidence in this stranger that he would not allow anything wrong to happen to her.
Amelia was pressed hard against Vargauz’s chest and was ascending at a rapid speed. She closed her eyes tight shut and she grabbed him instinctively. There was heavy wind slapping across her hair, her face and with the way she was lifted up, it looked as if the world beneath them had vanished and they got sucked into oblivion. All she could feel was his strong, muscular arms across her back and ruffle of strong wings that flapped through the air. She was surely dreaming.
Vargauz closed the door behind him. When he was gone, Amelia relaxed her tensed shoulders. She was shivering. He removed her jeans and the white shirt and dropped them on the carpet. She stripped off her undergarments and then walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was so luxurious that for a moment Amelia gawked. Right in the center was a Jacuzzi that could easily fit three people and a big showerhead was fixed over it. On the sides were cupboards that boasted of aromatic soaps, candles and fluffy white towels. The lights were soft and just enough for her to feel warm. To her surprise,
Amelia’s body quivered at the thought. “W— what do you mean? That’s a bloody devil. It can’t appear in the human world and simply abduct me. It is impossible. I have never heard of this kind of a thing. In my opinion your country club is haunted and I will never go there.”Vargauz kept his coffee cup on the table and gazed at her through his thick eyelashes. “They can take the shape of humans easily. Don’t you think that a thing as powerful as that, a creature who must have come from his land only for you, would do anything to get you and leave?”Her body froze while having coffee. Her head recoiled and her with wide eyes she star
Amelia had closed her eyes. She was bathing in his scent. It was intoxicating. Or was it that she missed this kind of love and warmth? Would he also leave her?Vargauz’s wings susurrated as they spread around her. He wanted to make love to her, merge her with his soul and drink her in. He had waited for her all his life. How could he stop? His body wasn’t his, it belonged to the moment of time. There were so many juices flowing. Adrenalin gushed to his mind. He took her hands and pinned them on the top and then kissed her so deeply and passionately that he lost himself. He took his clothes off and Amelia noticed the dark tattoos that curled on his chest, his stomach and arms.
Soon they were on the way to her college.“You sure don’t want any help?” he asked again.“No,” she replied.“Well, in either case I will be around. Call me when you need and I’ll be there. And now give me your phone.”“Why?”“Give it to me baby,” he pleaded.
Xikouth’s voice was dripped with icicles. The way he spoke chilled her to the marrow. She was terrified. So many shenanigans were going on and she felt like she was in the center of them. Why was everything linked to her? Why did her father marry Lyrie? Her skin was clammy and she could feel tremors in her hands and fingers. In order to hide it, she clutched the hem of her shirt. The sound of her heartbeat thrashed in her ears. Her facial muscle tensed. She knew something was off with her stepmother but she didn’t expect her to be so twisted that she sacrificed her, like threw her in the depths of the river. She started having such high regard for Vargauz that her eyes filled with tears. A lump formed in her throat. He didn’t think twice to sacrifice his life in order to save her. Xikouth tilted his face to watch her expressions turn from that of terror to pain to anger. She glared at him as sudden anger filled her mind. What was this man doing here if the mission was accomplished? W
Amelia was so scared at what happened in front of her that her brain shut down. Her skin became clammy and cold sweat glistened on her forehead. Her eyes became wide like a football field. Was she was trapped in a nightmare? Was her mind playing games with her? A man just got consumed in the flames and instead of burning to ashes as a normal person would, as what she had studied in her college he disappeared. It was bizarre.She got up on her feet. She was so shaky that she didn’t know how to control the shiver of her body. Tears ran out of her eyes. If this man was the demon king, then he won’t leave her alone. He would come back to take her away as he had said. She could sense the determination in his voice. She could sense the possessiveness in his voice. He was dangerous.
Nyka was enraged that the nymph, a woman lower than her, was tricking her. The portal was created by one of the demons who she had bargained with and it wouldn’t stay for long. She had to get to the nymph, kill her, grab the bag and then come back. Not much time was left.
“Do you think this is going to work?” asked Nyka. Now that things were moving forward, her interest was increasing. Would Xikoth actually give that much money for the antidote? She chuckled and then rubbed her hands.
“We must go and meet the Contact, Xikoth,” said Amelia over dinner. She had been craving to meet him. Though her father, Ivanov was recovering, she thought that keeping an antidote handy would be better.
Xikoth brought his wife closer to his chest and kissed her forehead. “Calm down Amelia. We will find her soon.” He pulled her to his lap and cradled her. She pressed her head into his chest and curled her knees. This place was the safest, it felt like home. She craved for it every minute of the day. Her thoughts went to Nyka once again and she regretted not killing her earlier. So much could have been prevented if that woman wasn’t in their lives. Xikoth rocked her lovingly until she fell asleep.
Xikoth’s wings were flaring in rage. He was having trouble controlling his anger. The concubine had escaped and invited his wrath. He knew that he would peel off her head the moment he saw her. “What is it that you want to say, Javri?” asked Xikoth baring his fangs.
When Nyka saw Amelia walking in the court dressed in the normal human clothes, she suspected that Amelia would be visiting the human realm. And there were high chances that she would visit her father, but there were higher chances that she would visit Lyrie. If that happened, all her plans would be spilled and Xikoth would kill her in rage. She had planned on making Amelia her slave because she thought that Xikoth was interested in her, but now she had to flee for life, because if she didn’t, then it was highly likely that she wouldn’t see the new day. The first thing that
Pride glowed in her eyes as she walked coiled around his arms like she was his owner. And Xikoth—he couldn’t feel prouder. It was a blissful feeling. Under his breath he whispered, “Amelia…”
Xikoth’s lips trembled. He had been in love with Ilaria for so long, had remembered her each day, she had been in her dreams everyday, her scent aroused him so to the point of no return, her memories had become a part of his being that it was difficult to let go of her—his Ilaria, his mate, his wife.
It had been agonizing two hours and the court proceedings weren’t stopping. Xikoth was only getting ever more impatient with his lust for his wife. It had been such a long wait that every second without her was unacceptable. His gaze went up to the balcony where Nyka was sitting with her nymphs and his disgust for her returned. He averted her gaze from there.