Chapter 82
Children of darkness aren't only those who were born into the dark.
They could also be the ones who were born outwardly pure, but with sleeping demons tucked inside their hidden parts, waiting to the awakened.
Warren has seen it in Ixora's eyes—not once, not twice.
That day when he kidnapped and took her to the mossy forest, and she told him "over my dead body!"
Then when she killed Anastasia.
Also...when he had tortured her with the feathers in the abandoned church,, when she removed the knife from the bed and threw it at him, when she pointed the gun at him earlier, and right now when she's begging him to stay.
If only she knows just how dark her eyes are right now, and it's intriguing.
"I just... thought we could play one more game. Don't take it as something else" she quickly added, letting go of his shirt.
"And I get what in return?" He replied, his voice strong and gripping.
"What do you want in return?" She replied like a bargain, and he smirked, lifting his hand up to touch her lower lip with his thumb.
He ran the thumb over it like he's wiping something, and she gently stepped back, leaving his hand hanging.
"You love making a deal with the devil, don't you?" He said, the smirk deepening and his voice lowering, their eyes levelling.
Ixora could feel her own palpitations and the sudden heat in the room as she opened her mouth, but before she could form a word, he was already out of the room.
The door closed heavily after him, and she grudgingly walked back to the chair she say on.
Her eyes met with the two boards, and she saw he finished arranging his own letters too before standing earlier, so the two words are right beside each other.
MOTH, and FLAME.
Why does it feel like it'd hold a certain significance?
And why is she suddenly feeling like the Moth?
She lay chest-up on the couch, touching her lip that he touched.
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\[The Grand Hotel\]
Warren drove into the small scale hotel parking lot, disguised.
He's wearing a white moustache and white brows, disguising himself completely as an old man.
His sweater is dull brown, and his pants are of the same colour.
He tried to make his walk as old-school as possible as he came out of his car, entering the hotel.
As a non-expensive hotel in the suburban of Capetown, it's filled, and his bud is still in his ear, making the repeated announcement of the arrival of his target into her room.
He booked a room and took the card from the concierge, and when they offered to take him into his room seeing his fake age, he declined.
He entered the elevator by himself, riding to the third floor where his target is.
He sighted one of the room service men coming out of a room, and he waited for the man to walk past him.
He punched the man in the throat, and once he's down, he dragged his body into the nearest washroom.
He pulled off his clothes, then he changed to his uniform, leaving the washroom in place and the man.
He pressed his bud, and the green beep came again.
"Room 18"
He turned right, his steps firm but careful till he arrived at that door and pressed the bell.
No answer, but he noticed the door is slightly open, so he pushed it, and it went wide for him.
He stepped in, and he could already hear water running in the adjoining room which must be the bathroom.
He pulled the curtain on the door aside, meeting a girl inside. She's about to drop her towel and enter the shower.
Her screams came out loud when she sighted him, and she fell on her butt, shifting back till her back hit the wall.
"Who... who're...who're you?"
Warren tore away his disguises and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up as she screamed again.
"Where is she?" He demanded, coldly.
"I dunno what you're talking about! I'm the only one in here!!" She cried, shaking her head.
"Where the hell is she!!!" Warren roared, flames roaring in his eyes too.
"I...I really dunno what you're talking about. I'm the only one here" she hiccupped fearfully, her eyes showing just how rattled she is.
His hold on her hair lessened.
"Your name?" He asked slowly.
"Evelyn Johnson" she replied, and he immediately let go of her.
She fell heavily on the ground and shifted away from him again, the water from the shower bathing her with her towel.
Warren left the bathroom, unable to even feel his own fury.
Is it mad if he says he's actually enjoying this game?
So Evelyn planted a girl bearing the same name in her place, just to swing his attention.
Suddenly, his sight turned blurry as he made his way out of the hotel, but he managed till he back in his car at the park.
His eyes... they're twitching, and it's not the type it does whenever he's angry.
This is different.
The three days blindness he experienced in prison still affects him greatly cos the injection is still in his system.
Since he came back from the prison, he has lost his sight for like four nights
It has never happened in the day before, so this is new, and there's only one way to fight it.
He opened his drawer and brought out an E pill wrap.
From the wrap, he swallowed four pills, and his eyes reddened more than it does whenever he takes it.
His limit is one, but he's currently on overdose — intentionally.
He rested on his backrest, ejecting deep groans out of himself as the pills got a hold of his head, forcing smiles of highness to his lips.
His phone rang in his pocket, and his eyes are turning as he brought it out.
The pill made the phone screen blurry, but he could still make out the name on the ID.
Capri.
"Hey, mate" he picked, his eyes shutting.
"Are you on the pills again? You can't run mad in Capetown, slow the fûck down" Capri replied.
"It's a fake Evelyn. She's playing a dangerous game with her mother, and I don't have to tell you how much I love this" Warren replied.
"Next move?" Capri asked.
"Returning to Cali tomorrow morning, it's my turn to play" he crazily replied, licking his lips.
"And where the fûck are you? How many pills did you even swallow? You sound knocked out. Wait ... overdose? Fûck no. War? War!...where the—"
Capri hasn't finished the statement when Warren hung up, dialling Lydia.
"Young Lord" Lydia's voice came, and he groaned.
"Overdose?" She detected immediately, and he could imagine her eyes widening.
"My flight back, book it for tomorrow morning" he replied with another groan as shinny liquid came out of his eyes, staining his lower lashes.
"Where exactly are you in Capetown? You've been warned against overdose you can't go into hiding again! Young Lord! Talk to me! Young Lord!!!"
He already hung up, and the phone fell to the seat.
His eyes shut tightly again, and he released another groan as he remembered something...