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Before Leon has a chance to show me any sympathy, I ask him. “How did you become a Destroyer?” Just then, our food dings and the questioning is put on hold for dinner. We both eat standing at the kitchen counter.
I really need to invest in a second bar stool.
We eat our microwave pasta in silence, letting the answers we’ve just given hang in the air. I hope Leon won’t ask me more about my past. I want to forget it hadever happened, and up until a few days ago, I thought I was doing an excellent job.
I look up at Leon and see that he’s looking equally troubled. Are there parts of him that he’s loath to share as well?
I think back to my dream and how he left me, or not actually me, but Cassandra, to die. I don’t have the nerve to ask him more about that life.
Leon turns to me when we finish eating and clearing up. “Did you want to get comfortable?”
I do, but I’m also wary about getting into my bed with him again. After today's events, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be in my bed together for any length of time. Not when there is a magic bond between us that makes me want to climb him like a tree. At this point, I’m not sure I have the willpower to keep trying to fight the bond. I can still feel the desire from earlier wound up inside of me.
I mean, it’s just sex.
I’m sure lots of girls have had sex with someone far less meaningful than their supernatural ex-boyfriend bound to them by destiny itself. What am I fighting for?
The fog in my head still muddles my thoughts whenever I think about why I should fight the bond. I feel a pang of anxiety, but it’s quickly lost to the fog.
Leon grins back at me knowingly. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
That comment has its intended reaction as I huff back. “By my count, you’re the one who can’t keepyourhands off me. So, I think the question is, can you behave?”
Leon gives his best impression of an innocent man. “Of course! Like I said, I’ll be good and wait until you ask.”
I roll my eyes at his cockiness. “I’ve heard that before. So good luck with that.”
Leon only smirks at my sass, but his gaze is intense. “It’s not luck, Vivian. It’s destiny. Our bond is wound into every fibre of your being. Your very soul sings for me. You’re fighting the inevitable.”
My cheeks flush at his admission. Again, something scrapes at the back of my mind when Leon mentions our being together is inevitable.
I have no say in this.
But just as the thought enters my mind, the fog grows thicker, obscuring it from existence.
“I’m getting changed first.” If I’m going to be sitting in bed with him, I can at least be wearing underwear. Leon has made it clear this morning and throughout the day what he wants to do to me in this dress.
Mentally shaking myself, I turn away from Leon and head for my dresser. As I walk to the bedroom, I feel the bond give a quick pulse. Either the bond doesn’t like me going to the other side of the small apartment, or Leon is thinking about me in a less-than-platonic way.
I look over my shoulder at him as I turn towards my dresser, my ponytail swishing. His eyes are locked on me, and I catch his scorching look before he schools himself back into a casual smile.
Oh boy.
I pull out black leggings and a pale pink long-sleeved shirt from my dresser. I pause at my underwear drawer. It isn’t that I don’t have anything to choose from. I havea thing for matching lacey bras and underwear. As such, I don’t own anything thatisn’tsuggestive. Not the message I’m trying to convey, but without other options, I settle on a black lace bralette and matching thong.
I roll them up in my leggings before closing my drawer. I purposefully don’t meet Leon’s gaze as I head to the bathroom to change.
I’m out shortly thereafter and notice Leon is back in my grey sweatpants. He’s sitting in my bed, looking relaxed, with his hands resting behind his head. His chest is bare, and I can’t stop myself from looking him up and down. The man is built like a god. When I look back up at his face, he’s watching me with a very satisfied expression.
Blushing, I look away as I climb onto the far bottom corner of the bed so I can sit diagonally from Leon and avoid touching him. A smile twitches over his face. He knows exactly what I’m doing.
I sit up straight and ask him again. “How did you become a Destroyer?”
With that, Leon’s smile vanishes, and he doesn’t answer immediately. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as if trying to bring himself back to another moment. “When you lived in Atlantis, I was also living in the city. I was tasked to help bring the city into a new era. Atlantis was one of my favourite civilizations, and meeting you there made it all the more dear to me. You were a priestess, and I watched over the city, helping it grow. We fell in love, and I’d never been more content. But…”
He pauses, sorrow creeping into his voice. “It can never be allowed to last. A Destroyer will always becalled when a civilization becomes too far advanced. It’s necessary to hold the balance, but watching as they tear down every beautiful thing you build is sickening. To watch the very people that you nurtured into greatness fall to greed and ruin.”
Leon’s eyes are open now, but he looks like he’s in a very faraway place.
