Our deal

The whole village is sleeping. Just Ilona and the man on her shoulder are crossing the streets at midnight. The moon shines and a cold breeze sobers Ilona. Was it because of the beer he had that he is now sleeping soundly?

He fainted. The hit probably was too much to handle.

'Damn it! "The girl breathes heavily and stops for a moment. The boy is left to fall on the ground one more time. She massages her shoulder and swears in her mind.

'Fuck! 'It isn't that she had free time to heal the boy. Now, her plan with the team and her jobs will have to suffer because of her mere mistake of hitting the wrong guy.

'Why is he so weak? A man should be able to handle a mug ….' Her thoughts wander around as she lifts the boy and tosses him over her shoulder. She is glad that she was strong enough to carry him.

The blood is now dry. His clothes are a bit unusual. The shirt is normal but the material is softer than hers. His pants are embroidered with the royal crest.

'Maybe he is from a noble family.' Ilona never saw him in the village before nor in the house of de Ros. He is probably from another village.

Ilona feels pain in her leg but continues to stagger till she reaches her house. The lights are out. Sign that Anise is already asleep.

Where should she hide the boy? Well, waking Anise up will only make her worry and lose her sleep. Anise will go to school tomorrow. Ilona also didn't want to show what can she do. Her sister never saw her hit or kill.

In the backyard, the barn is full of hay. She opens the door and steps inside. The girl tosses him without mercy and eyes him. She needs a lamp and new clothes. The boy's clothes are full of blood.

She stays for a moment to catch her breath and rushes outside. The girl goes straight to her parents' room and takes a shirt from her father's clothes. Looking at the shirt in her hand she grips it. Like hell, she wanted to give the boy such precious clothes! But she doesn't have a choice.

Hanging the lamp, she lights the barn. She squats down and inspects his head. The hair is tangled with blood. She parts his hair and takes a look at the injury. His skin is slit and a liquid still lingers. No use! She puts her hand on the wound and casts a spell.

// Heal, in the name of Sumatra. //

The wound closes and a new skin covers his temple as if nothing happened.

That's right! She is a witch. Her grandmother and mother were the ones who inherited magical powers. From her family, she was the chosen one. Nobody excluding her mother and grandma knew about her power. She was thought to not use it thoughtlessly since her health will be the payment for using it. It was a power that could only be used on others for the good.

Ilona sighs and stares at the boy. Just as beautiful as his face and body are, as much rude as his mouth is. She rips his shirt and tries to take it off him. The boy is unmovable like a big stone. Ilona has her hands on his chest. His skin was white noting compared to her tan skin. He didn't have scratches as if he lived his whole life in a bubble. She runs her fingertips over his abdomen and stops when they hit the belt of his pants.

'He is too pretty for a boy….'She frowns when she realizes where her hand is. In her twenty years, she never had sexual urges. From all the work she did, of course, she was sleeping soundly at night. Now that her hand is on his belt she wonders if the boy slept with the girl or not. Her knowledge about man's bodies is well defined as she frequented brothels as night jobs. Not to sleep with men but to clean up after they did their best. There were situations when she had to barge in and clean while the man and the women were naked and sleeping.

She wasn't ashamed not interested in that kind of stuff. Her only thought was that she needed to make money. One thing that will always be sacred will be her body. She couldn't sleep with people because of her magical powers also. A part of her magic could be absorbed by the man she will sleep with her. So of course, she didn't want to give her power to anyone even if it was just for a while. Imagine if the man found her powers.

It was tempting to obtain 1000 coins for one night with a random man. She could have lay in bed and not had clusters on her palms. But, she felt that it was not worth doing such a thing even if she wouldn't have her powers. As long as she could work, she will do so.

The nameless boy grabs her hand suddenly. He is awake! He raises his head and looks at her. Ilona didn't realize that she was gripping his belt. The boy smirks. She flinches and feels his cheeks getting hot.

"It isn't what you think…. I will go .." Ilona wants to leave but the man pulls her hand and she falls on top of him.

"Is normal between lovers. Don't be ashamed. "He whispers as his eyes sparkle. His face is close to hers. She looks at him and feels his hand on her neck while his other hand rests on her lower back. She stiffens and for a moment doesn't know what to do.

He profits because of her hesitation and drags her closer. Her hands are pressing his chest and her lips are invaded by his thin yet attractive lips.

Ilona is lost in thought. As if a spell is put on her she just follows his lead.

When he wants to put his tongue in her mouth she is startled and pushes herself up. Her breath is heavy and her anger rises. From reflex she headbutts him.

The boy whines and as if nothing happens he rises himself and looks at her.

"You are the redhead from the bar...Why did you bring me here? "He looks at the girl that is red and has her fists ready. Just like a cat ready to jump on its prey. Her fiery hair mesmerizes him. He looks at his body and the ripped shit next to him." Did you try to rape me?"

Ilona can't take this mess anymore. One time he says that he is his girlfriend and the next moment he remembers what happened calling her a rapist.

"Look. I hit you with the mug and you fainted. I also carried you. You can go. I don't want my sister to find out about you. "Ilona throws the old shirt in his face. She is ready to leave but the boy stops her.

"I want to stay here for a while. I don't have money or a place to stay. You will let me stay here till I find a job. "He takes the shirt on him and leans on the hay. "Here is perfect."

Ilona turns to him and growls.

"You will leave immediately. I don't need stray dogs. "She can't let him grow roots around the house. What if he is a bad omen? What if he comes from a noble family and they are looking for him? She will be arrested for even putting her fingertips on his skin, let alone that she slammed his head.

"You said yourself that you hit me. It will be normal to wash your guild by letting me stay here. If you don't, the whole village will know that you hit me on purpose and that you tried to kill me. Your choice. "The boy looks at her and smirks. He crosses his arms and whistles a song.

Ilona flinches and grits her teeth. The people will believe him because the witnesses will approve of his story. She hit him. If the village will find out about this she might as well say goodbye to working in the village. No one will hire her.

"Till you find a job. When you will be hired you will disappear like you weren't even here. Also, my sister should not find you. Understand? "The girl glares at him and crosses her arms. Her head starts to hurt just thinking of the life she will live from now on.

"This should be our deal. Now, what's your name? Or do you prefer me to call you a redhead? He looks at the girl having a small smile. His bangs fall on his forehead and he stands up meeting her upfront.

She looks up at him and scowls. Like she will give him her name!

"No need for names. "Her cold demeanor gives off a dangerous look.

"Well then, from today your name shall be small red-head. "He giggles and puts his hand on the top of her head indicating her height. She looked very cute in his eyes in terms of her height. He can't believe that she carried him.

What he did just now, is something he will regret. She can't let it slide since in the future his horns will grow more. It was better to cut his horns now.

"You never underestimate me again after I will teach you a lesson. After all, I am a good teacher. "Ilona frowns and smirks.

The curly gulps.