All Chapters of Bound by vengeance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DAVINAMidnight opened the door and, before I could ask another question or try to understand what was going on, he was already leaving. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and silence overtook the kitchen.I stood there in the same spot, trying to process everything that had happened. I still didn't know what he really wanted, but what he had just suggested seemed ridiculous, even absurd. Cake? He couldn't be serious. But there was something in his tone, something in the way he spoke that made me feel that he really wasn't joking.I looked down at my hands, my fingers still trembling slightly, as if I could touch what he had just left behind. He gave me a task, something to do, but at the same time he treated me as if he were... controlling me. I didn't know what to think, and every second that passed made me feel more lost. What the hell did he want?The knock on the door made me jump, still lost in the thoughts that were piling up in my head. Is he back? I tried not to fo

DAVINAWe were on the bed, facing each other. Timmy was leaning on his hands, one on either side of me, as if he didn't want to invade my space, but couldn't move away.Good.I didn't want him to move away.His breathing was slow but heavy, and his eyes wouldn't leave mine. I could say the same about myself, but it wasn't true; my breathing was frantic, as was my pulse.He lowered his head, bringing his face close to mine. His eyes roamed over my face as if he wanted to memorize every detail. Then, without warning, he kissed my forehead, then down to my collarbone, his lips warm against my skin. My whole body reacted to that touch, a shiver running down my spine, then my arms, legs, fingertips.Little shocks."You're so beautiful," he whispered, the husky, deep sound of his voice making me close my eyes for a moment. "And I love your perfume."I opened my eyes and looked at him, smiling a little."It's moisturizing." His eyes were squeezed shut, like when you wake up and can't cope wi

DAVINA"You shouldn't be here!" Gutemberg spoke, his jaw locked and his voice deadly, the kind of tone that makes the back of your neck shiver.I blinked, completely bewildered. I hadn't seen him for a month, and now he was standing there, on Midnight's doorstep, looking more sullen and menacing than ever."I...," the words just disappeared from my mouth. "I just... brought a cake."Great, Davina. That'll definitely make things less awkward.Gutemberg arched an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Midnight appeared behind him, as if to summon him with a thought."You brought it," he said, pushing Gutemberg aside nonchalantly. His half-lidded eyes ran over me, from the cake in my hands to my face. It was almost as if he was too lazy to deal with me but still curious enough not to dismiss me."Is that strawberry in there?" Midnight asked, pointing with his chin at the cake.I shook my head quickly, holding the cake tighter."No. It's chocolate with nuts."But I should have added s

DAVINAI was trying to keep my composure, but the way Gutemberg was looking at me was getting on my nerves. It was that look that said he knew something I didn’t. Something he was keeping from me, and that irritated me even more. So when he finally opened his mouth, I already knew something bad was coming.“What?” he asked, with that mocking tone that made my patience evaporate. “Do you think Midnight is going to invite you for afternoon tea if you keep bringing him cake?”My eyebrows shot up, and I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“What are you talking about?” I spat, crossing my arms.He shrugged, that crooked smile playing on his lips, but his eyes seemed… upset? No. That was impossible. Gutemberg didn’t get u

DAVINAI left the bathroom with my towel slung over my shoulder, drying my wet hair. I was still processing Timmy's words when I suddenly stopped in the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to figure out if I was imagining things. Maybe it was my mother, or my grandmother. But it wasn't.I stopped at the living room door, and there he was. Gutemberg.He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, as if he owned the house. One leg crossed casually over his knee, his hands resting on the arms of the furniture. He wore a black shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders, dark jeans and boots. There was something new on him, a thin gold chain with a crystal pendant hanging from it. It looked old, but intriguing. His fingers, covered in rings, tapped gently on the sofa as if he were waiting for something or someone.He looked up and smiled slightly when he saw me standing there, completely frozen, with a probably ridiculous expression."Are you going to stare at me like a little fan? It's a bi