112 Lost memories: Part One

Marcus gulped and nodded with widened eyes before the pair burst into laughter. Nyx meant every word of what she said, but it was an ongoing comment from the time they spent together in the Hellhounds. She spoke those words for the first time when she was twelve and had started to feel a stronger connection to the boy. 

At the time, she was fearful of her own feelings; she didn't want to trust him because the closer you were, the easier it would be to kill. That was how things went in the Hellhounds. When those words were first uttered between the small girl and young boy, it was a pact between them. 

Nyx released her hold on his shirt and pulled away, leaning comfortably into the sofa again and resting her feet in Marcus' lap. "So, how are you and my dearest mother alive?" She questioned and raised her brow, mirroring Marcus' expression. He rested his hands on the bottom of her jeans and started to tap his right fingers as he looked away.