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He noticed how stunned I was and what had happened and turned me around. My heart was beating so loud in my ears, and I believed he heard it very well. “What do you feel, Fae?” he asked, looking at me passionately as though he found something so enticing about me.
First was the shocking sensation, and now this.
But the most vivid one was this, and I hated that I witnessed it. He couldn't know that I just found out about the matebond he mentioned weeks ago, so I put up a fake smile that didn't reach my eyes. “Sovereign, do you mind if I start cleaning your chamber?”
He drew closer to me, closing the space between us, “Is that the answer to my question? I just asked what you felt right now and then…”
I lowered my head, but he raised my face with his finger on my jaw. My lips opened once, but I didn't find my words, so I shut them again.
“If you're not going to tell me, then I could do that for you. What do you say?” he muttered, causing my chest to beat louder. “When such a thing occurs between two people of opposite sex, it simply means that they are mates…and I'm sure you know that. You also can't feel such a shock through your spine for someone you have no soulbond with. Do you get me?”
I simply shook my head, tried to pull away, but couldn't. Then I managed to finally say to him, “I know nothing and don't understand what you mean. I have no power to feel such a bond, and for someone who grew up in a realm where there's nothing like a soulmate and bond, I don't think this is necessary. What about I tell you that I was just shocked by it? I hadn't seen such before and just didn't understand. So I don't think this has to do with soulmate or bond, for we are opposite and cannot be tied together.”
He only stared at me, maybe so shocked by how much I was able to deny it all.
When his grip on me loosened, I immediately shifted away from him to begin my job.
“Then, why is your heart racing that much? No matter how scared you are, it shouldn't be beating with that sound,” he said again, and I froze at the spot. “Davina, how long are you going to deny what you feel?”
For heaven's sake, how long had he known I was his mate? He doesn't seem like he hated the idea and simply wanted it to happen. He really needed me to know and accept the bond, too.
But that was the last thing I would do, because it would all end in tears. When he wanted me dead, he would forget the matebond and execute me himself. He would feed on my tears and even love to have a taste of my blood.
Dragons had always been said to be brutal, and I had just been experiencing it, so he wasn't going to be different.
I had nothing to say to him but began cleaning his chamber, while he watched me. He paced around from one end to the corner, yet his eyes were all on me. I wondered what he was thinking, wanting to mate with someone who wouldn't think twice to punish either her or her brother.
Does he think I was so desperate? If my stupidity would let me be, I would really not have anything to do with him.
He'd known a long time that we were mates, yet he glares at me coldly. So, how was I supposed to fall for someone that savage? He wanted a mate and not just any female, and when he found his, he couldn't redeem himself. Does he think he would force me to accept the bond just to please him?
Now that I thought of it, could he be desperately after this matebond because of a dark reason against me that I didn't know? What dragon would want to be mated to a fae if they didn't have ulterior motives?
A lot about him was so weird and scary.
Once I was done, I had to go get his meal if he wanted, so I asked him as usual, “Having breakfast or waiting for brunch?”
He didn't stop staring at me, yet his lips didn't move for once.
I stood there for what felt like eternity, until I couldn't stand it any longer and left his chamber. I went to mine, washed up, had my brunch and decided to go see Ofelia. But because I would pass by his chamber before leaving, I still got stuck there and decided to see what he was doing.
When I peeped, I found him sitting beside his bed, holding a cup in his hand.
He was drinking once again. Does he always do that when he is sad?
I barged in and reached for him, then took the cup away from him. “It's not okay to always get drunk just because you're a supernatural being. If you want a nap, then get one.” I scolded him and carried the jar of liquor and began making my way out of the room, aiming to take it to my room, lock it up, before leaving.
But the moment I reached the door, I found out it had been sealed up with a barrier, so there was no way I would even touch the door.
I slowly turned around, and he was still sitting there.
Before I could even process it, the jar and cup were pulled out of my arm until they were finally positioned beside him. I stared with my lips agape, unsure what I really felt that moment.
I finally thought it was better to leave him that way and go my way, so I hoped he had taken off the barrier. But once I touched it again, I felt something wrap around me, until my hands were tied to my side, and I was pulled backwards like I was in a wind until I landed just on his leg.
My heart dropped in fear as we locked eyes, and when I moved my body, the storm rope was off my body.
“If you didn't care, why did you come back to check on me? Why did you take away the liquor so I don't hurt myself with so much drinking? Why are you holding back those feelings even if you don't believe in the bond?” he asked, and I swear, I saw tears in his eyes.
For goddess sake, did I just see him weep? Was he that hurt by my denial?
But I had to do it. My fate and that of my loved ones would be at stake if I accepted it.
“You're making it too hard for me, and no matter how much I try to see you as a damn slave, I really can't. Did you know how many times you crossed the line towards me and I ignored you? I am so coldhearted that I do not take shit from even my family members, yet your case has always been different. How did my heart get so soft toward you when it had never been that way towards my people? Do you know what it means to have a place in my heart?”
Goddess mother! I really wanted to cry it all out. It was so pitiful to hear, even when I shouldn't believe him.
“Davina, I've stayed longer on earth and am supposed to ascend by now. I do not want to become an immortal ever, but maybe I should give in to it. What do you say?” he asked, looking me deep in the eyes.
I wanted to shake my head, to tell him not to ascend. But for what reason exactly? Was it because I had these feelings for him, or just so he would protect me here?