14 Love is Deadly (Chapter 13)

Surrounded by cold in my chamber. I couldn't stop thinking about Damien. How dare he! I should've ripped his throat out for talking to me like that. But every time I'm near him. I'm vulnerable. I can't do shit to him. His presence disrupts me. WHY UNIVERSE WHY!? Heavily sighing I planted my face Into my pillow and curl Into a ball of self pity.

My skin crawls as I can feel someone moving outside my room. There is a knock. Startled by their intensity I steadily walk towards the door. Grabbing my small dagger I walk on the cold floor towards the door my dress slip dragging behind me gripping the dagger firmly. The cold attacks my legs, arms and back as I had no energy to put on any night clothes so my slip would have to do.

"Who is there?" I hear panting.

"Karina...it's Damien." He says grunting and out of breath. My eyes widen as I recognise the voice. It's genuinely him. My heart beats fast. The moon is at its highest (what was he doing here so late?)

"Damien? Wha-what do you want?"

"Will you just open the door before someone sees me!?" He shouts but keeping his voice contained careful not to wake anyone else.

My head was screaming that Something wasn't right, but my heart told me to risk it and open the door. I listened. And opened the door. His eyes were heavy with worry, nervously looking not making eye contact. I step away and he makes his way inside. I shut the door quietly but don't face him.

"Couldn't this of waited till morning?" I whisper still facing the door. Something cool and sharp poked along my bare back pushing into my skin. Paralyzed my breath stopped as I feel an incision in my back and the blood ran down my spine. I whince to the feeling of pain suddenly shooting upon my back. He sees my dagger in hand.

"Drop it.." his deep monsterous voice whispers into my ear. His face so close . I can feel his stomache against my back putting his hand on my waist incase I disarm him. Smart. In disbelief i drop the dagger. Unable to move he spins me so I face him. His eyes glow in the darkness but they are glistening with tears as i slightly shriek to the pain of the dagger as I felt it Peirce my skin. He puts his hand on my neck aplying pressure slowly getting harder each time. I don't say anything but don't break eye contact with him. I want him to see me die. So at night he will remember seeing my soul leaving my body. And remember he killed his soulmate in cold blood. It will haunt him. He looks scanning my eyes, breath uneven, with great difficulty..he lets go.

I drop to the floor. He makes his way over to the window and breathes shakily. I gag uncontrollably as air slowly revives my lungs and heart. I sit against the door taking in steady breathes massaging my neck as it throbs. I scramble to my feet still dizzy from the lack of air and grab my dagger. He hears me and grab my arm and disarms me. He slams me to the floor and pins me down by my arms holding my own knife to my throat. I'm not taking a chance. I knee him in his package and reverse the position. I pin him down so that I'm straddling his stomach. I tightened my thighs so that there would be no attack from there holding his dagger to his throat. Enraged I applied pressure to his throat. This is a perfect opportunity to avenge my mother and please my father. I can end it all here. I can kill him now, I can do it. He grinned an evil grin as he looked up scanning parts of my body that was exposed. What a Dick! I felt my eyes go dark. The universe screwed me over. The man I had confessed to who I thought would keep my safe just tried to kill me.

That thought hurt so much I was brought to tears. But my deadly expression not waivering from him. His eyes latched onto mine, watching my tears drop to his chest. His smile faded. I couldn't do it. Like I couldn't do it at training. I couldn't do it here. I loosened my grip on the dagger. Like it or not I felt something for him, just one look at his stupid face and I become weak. It's ridiculous. He sits up to meet my eyes, me still straddling him. His hair messy from our brawl, he removes a strand of hair from my face lifting my chin so slightly.

"I couldn't do it either." he says. My hand tingles as I realise I have just slapped him. Hard. My rage was uncontainable. As I stared deep into him searching for a reason why, why, why would he do this? After I sought comfort from such a despicable man. I cursed each and every cell in his body for making me feel things for him, want things from him. I broke my gaze as it was getting too intense and I feared my feelings would get the best of me and I would accidently kiss him.... or have sex with him. He took pleasure from my slap as an devilish grin appeared on his face as he put his hand over where I had hit him.

"I'll let that one slide as I guess I deserved that." His face a few inches from mine I could taste his forbidden lust. My hand tingles again as I realised I had slapped him again. He grinned. I went to slap him a third time but he caught my hand. "Two is enough." He realeases my hand. Broken from my spell I see I am still straddling his lap. I jump off with color in my cheeks rushing to the bathroom and locked the door. I hate him. So. Much.

"Karina" he knocks on the door trying to get my attention. "I need to talk. Clearly we do."

He was right we needed to talk. I unlikc the door and step out.

"Yes we do." But this time I have my sword in hand.