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So, I had taken the easy way out, telling her once I had her in a situation she could not run from. In a peaceful environment that I controlled. To give her the time alone to express her thoughts without me there potentially making it worse. Of course, I knew there would be questions, I was anticipating it and I would be a fool to expect otherwise.
But I also had to be honest with myself because I couldn’t help but feel as if a great weight had been lifted. I wanted her to know me. To know of my world and not fear it as one would no doubt do in her situation. I also didn’t want her thinking that I had tricked her in any way, making love to her the way I had done without first telling her who or should I say, what I was at my core. In truth, I hoped it hadn’t mattered and that her feelings for me still remained, regardless of what I was.
Of course, hope can so often be a cruel master for we were all slaves to it, just as I was now. Because after motioning for the guards to open the door, I walked inside, telling my second,
“I won’t be long, for I wish to check on Evie before I join you for the interrogation.” He nodded, before turning to the guards and telling three of them to get back to their original posts.
“Little Dove, I am back,” I said when I briefly scanned the room and didn’t find her. So, I walked toward the bathroom door and called her name softly,
“Evelyn?” Then I opened the door and hoped not to frighten her but when I was met with an empty bathroom as well, my heart started to pound in my chest faster. I quickly left and ran to the closet, the last place left to look… snarling in anger when I found it empty. Then after pushing off the door frame I had leaned my weight against when looking, I stormed back into the bedroom, this time seeing something that made my blood fucking boil.
“FUCK!” I roared, running to the open window and pulling the knotted sheet up, seeing now that she had fucking used it to escape!
“RAWHHHH!” I bellowed, making the windows shatter and Van rush inside.
“What’s happened?!” he asked, but when his eyes scanned the sheet in my now Demonic hands, I snarled,
“She fucking ran from me!” At this I watched as he closed his eyes as if pained on my behalf. But of course, the fucker knew this would happen. As for me, I was torn halfway between being furious and between being fucking heartbroken! Because I had finally revealed myself, been honest and told her who I was and what had she done…? She fucking ran from me!
I told her I loved her.
But clearly, she couldn’t love a Demon.
Hence why I grabbed the first thing I could get hold of and threw it against the wall.
“How the fuck did this happen?!” I shouted as tiny clock pieces scattered around the room. But even before the last piece had fallen, I was storming to the door and grabbing hold of the first guard I could reach. Then I quickly pinned the unfortunate soul against the wall hard enough the plaster crumbled around him.
“HOW THE FUCK DID SHE ESCAPE?!” he started to look panicked. shaking his head quickly.
“We… we didn’t… hear anything, My Lord.”
I snarled in his face, feeling my own changing just as my mouth opened ready to take a fucking bite right out of him. When suddenly, Van was there and placing a hand at my shoulder, one that had started to cover itself in my golden, Demonic armor as the change in me wanted to snap completely.
“Ryker, it wasn’t him… let him go.”
I snarled at my friend as the feeling of needing someone to blame other than her, pushed hard against me. But he was right. They had done their job, as none of us expected her to risk her fucking life climbing out the fucking window. So, I dropped him and stormed back inside the room, ordering him,
“I want every inch of the grounds searched!”
“I already made the call, Ryker, everyone is on it,” Van assured me, and the knowledge should have eased my need to breathe… but it fucking didn’t!
“She couldn’t have gotten far!” I snapped, inhaling hard and trying to control my anger enough to fucking speak. But then I watched as Vander walked over to the window, now where only the frame and her escape route remained.
“She must have taken what happened at the gate as an opportunity to run,” I gritted out, now dragging a hand through my hair hard enough it should have fucking hurt. But then nothing hurt like my fucking heart did right now. One I had been so convinced was stone cold and barely fucking beating. But that had been before her. Before she had breathed life back into it. Before she had cracked the hard shell of Greed and revealed beneath it a man who loved only one piece of treasure…
Her heart.
The one I thought I had been so close to conquering.
Oh, how fucking wrong I had been! I had never felt a bitterness like it. Like swilling acid and being forced to fucking swallow. I punched the wall in my grief, hoping the satisfaction would last. Needless to say, that it fucking didn’t.
“I am not so sure that’s what happened here,” Van said, just as I was pulling my fist from the stone and plaster. Then that cruel master of hope was back, making me turn to him and bark,
“Explain!”
“Did you even see the length of this thing?” he asked, making me frown.
“No, why?”
