DENZEL'S POV I took her hand in mine, rubbing circles into the back of it. Her skin was somewhat wrinkly, and her skin was so pale I could see her veins even without her having to flex her palm. Cynthia had soft skin, I had to give her that. My hands were bigger than hers by a lot, and it was almost cute. It was bordering on irritating how much she reminded me of my mother. I sighed, briefly looking at Miguel Angel as he tied the handkerchief over her mouth. There was already a bucket filled with warm water with a clean towel on it so Miguel Angel could clean her up and take her back to the cage when we were done. Well, if she didn't die from blood loss at least. I normally didn't gag my toys when I played with them, but I had enough fun with her today, and I would like to believe I had relieved enough stress. So, it was time to get that gift for Devina, and I was pretty sure the pain from whatever I would end up doing would shock her awake or something like that. The problem wa
BAEKALIS’ POV I sat in my room, well I was trying to sit at least. I went from pacing around, to sitting down for a bit and then back to pacing around again. Cyrus was still in the living room the last time I checked, but that had been a while ago. I was sure he would've already gone back to his own room by now. I felt a pang in my chest at the thought. Cyrus hadn't been to his own room in months, ever since we got together. Even if he did go, it was only for a few seconds to grab some clothes that he hadn't moved over to my room yet. I felt bad, and as if I was mad at him for no reason. But I wasn't. I needed Cyrus to understand the fact that he couldn't just not tell me stuff and I would be okay with it. It was demeaning and it made me feel…unimportant in some way. Like he could just replace me anytime he wanted to. He had already proposed, and we were supposed to start talking about wedding plans once this whole thing with Nightshade was over. But that didn't mean he had to push
STEPHEN'S POV “I don't think this is a good idea,” the man said for the umpteenth time that night. I kicked my feet from where I was seated at the back of the unfamiliar car, sighing as I went through the plan in my head over and over again. Was this really worth it? “You don't think anything is a good idea, except it's yours. And yours usually suck ass, by the way,” the only woman among us scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Denzel.”The aforementioned placed a hand on his chest, his mouth falling open as he acted offended. “I'm sorry? I have great ideas. Right, Miguel Angel?”We all turned to the guy that was seated beside me, who was quietly playing with his fingers. He visibly shrunk at the glares he received, probably wondering who he was going to please. “Y-Yes, sir…” he finally said. Denzel cheered, smiling at the female cheekily. “See? I told you. You're just a hater, Devina.”“Oh, please. He just said that because he's scared shitless,” Devina huffed, rolling h
CYRUS’ POVI yawned tiredly as the sun shone into my eyes, turning over as I felt for Baek, wanting to give her a good morning kiss.I patted the space beside, me feeling for her small frame before I groggily sat up.I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom, my feet refusing to move with each step I took as I yawned tiredly.“Darling?” I called out, peeping into the bathroom as I moved my hair out of my face.I moved to the corridors, calling out as the maids paused what they were doing briefly, giving me confused looks as I shouted out the name of my fiance.Clyde trudged out of his room, his eyes full and droopy from sleep.“What's going o…on?” He asked, yawning as he walked toward me, hands deep in his pocket as he leaned onto the wall, closing his eyes again.He never was a morning person.“Do you know where Baek is?” I asked, worry seeping into my tone as I craned my neck around his slender frame, his caramel scent gently wafting into my nose as he mumbled in his sleep.“Clyde!”
CYRUS’ POV My head was hurting, and I could feel the familiar process of a vision coming in as I struggled to hold myself upright. But it felt different, as if it was some sort of advanced form of a vision and a mind link combined together. “Stephen,” I called out, unsure if it was really him. “Cyrus, listen to me, I don't have much time. Listen closely, she's somewhere in the forest; close to the border. I don't exactly know where because we moved her two nights ago.”He continued, “She's alive for now but they plan to kill her and Cynthia soon, so you have to hurry.”“Stephen,” I called out as he was sucked out of the dark room, my head spinning as I re-appeared in the sitting room.I shook my head as I looked up at Clyde and Natalia, their faces mirroring worry as they stared at me.“What was that?” They chorused, rushing to my side.“Stephen mind linked me…I think. It was different, and not like how it usually is. I'm not sure.” I nipped at my bottom lip, my eyebrows furrowed i
Baelakis POV As the chapel doors opened, revealing a sea of familiar faces bathed in the soft glow of room light, my breath caught in my throat.The faces of our loved ones were illuminated by the gentle glow, but it was Cyrus who commanded my attention. He stood tall and proud at the altar, looking breathtakingly handsome. He was a vision of elegance, his tall frame accentuated by the perfectly tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His black hair was swept back, revealing his strong, chiseled features and those mesmerizing grey eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul.As I took in every detail of his appearance, my gaze lingered on the scar that stretched across his nose and above his mouth. It was a reminder of the battles he had fought, the trials he had overcome. The wound had begun to heal, a testament to his resilience.Cyrus exuded a quiet confidence as he waited for me at the altar, his eyes filled with love and a hint of mischief.As I took my
Baelakis POVI settled back against the mound of plush pillows on our bed, feeling the weight of the day lift as Cyrus and I gazed at each other, his eyes brimming with adoration. The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow across his chiseled features, highlighting the love and desire that danced within them. I couldn’t help but blush under his intense gaze, the anticipation of what's to come sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering within me.As he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a tender, lingering kiss, I melted into his touch, the taste of te softness of his lips against mine sparked a fire deep within me, a hunger for more of him that could not be easily satiated. I felt every brush of his lips against mine like a symphony of desire, the heat of his touch searing through me and igniting a yearning that burned hot and fierce.My fingers instinctively sought out his hair, tangling in the soft strands as I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with a fervor that matched hi
Baelakis POV I awoke to the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. The memories of last night flooded back to me, the passion and love we had shared as husband and wife. Naked and cocooned in Cyrus' arms, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me.Gazing up at his sleeping face, so serene and handsome, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Carefully, I traced the lines of his cheek, savoring the feel of his stubble against my fingertips. Running my fingers through his thick hair, I marveled at the way he looked so peaceful in his sleep.Suddenly, Cyrus's gray eyes blinked open, locking with mine in a moment of pure connection. His lips curved into a smile. Pulling me closer to him, he kissed me with a passion that sent my head spinning, a rush of desire flooding through me.Wrapping my arms around him, I lost myself in the intoxicating taste of his lips against mine, the world falling away as we deepened the kiss. "Good morning, my love,"