16 Chapter 16: (1/2)

〰 Dylan 〰

”Hey. Back again. It's nice to see your face around here, Prince Dareios.” Alican, the bartender, says with a soft smile while cleaning out a shot gla.s.s with a rag. I nodded to her respectively, knowing she wouldn't sell me out even if the demons offered her a million dollars.

She was a loyal companion to me ever since I saved her from the vampire in the alley a few years back.

”I've told you to call me, Dylan.” I remind her, my voice hoa.r.s.e from traveling all day so I was farthest away from my insatiable mate. Her words about oral s.e.x only causing a s.h.i.+ver to ripple down my spine.

”Of course, Prince Dareios.” She teases before sniffing the air and giving me a questioning look. ”You are not with your mate? Why is this?” Alican asks me, pouring me a gla.s.s of scotch and handing it to me while I pushed down my demon.

”She is not ready for mating. At least not in that sense.” I tell her when sipping the burning alcohol. ”I had to get away from her before I forced myself on her,” I told Alican as she leaned over the bar and frowned at me.

”I feel like you are not telling the truth, Prince Dareios. I know you very well.” She reminds me, wiggling her finger at me when I sighed and swigged my gla.s.s of scotch.

Was it really more than that?

Was she really afraid of me when she came on me?

Tried to seduce me...?

”I believe it is you who is afraid of her,” Alican admits to me, leaning away and creating the c.o.c.ktail a siren had asked for. I snapped my gaze to her while she took orders left and right, letting my thoughts wander.

How could I be afraid of my wee woman?

I could never be afraid of her, even if I did find out she was a fierce Valkyrie and a clone. She may be growing stronger every day, but she is still my little one. Khole was my small woman I was destined to protect and there was so much I had doubted before.

If anything, I didn't deserve her.

I was so selfish and conceited before and now that I am with her twenty-four-seven... She is so much more amazing than I could ever imagine. Her trust in me made my chest swell in pride even when she was afraid of a man's touch.

She surpa.s.sed her fears in order to live in a world that only hunted the weak, but now with her exceeding all my wishes of a mate... I couldn't imagine a greater woman, witch or not.

Khole was my woman and no other...

”Holy s.h.i.+t...” I mutter, drawing Alican's attention as she gave the drink to the man and returned to my side with a curious look.

”Let me guess. You've realized that your mate is stronger than you could even imagine and that you want her more than anyone else.” Alican says with a soft tone when I pushed the alcohol away from me and pressed a hand to my forehead.

”She won't want me... I've hurt her feelings.” I said in a defeated tone, now understanding Pairs's disgust with me the other day. Now that I realized I couldn't even think of another other than my mate, I felt revolted by the other women here.

”You think that mates don't fight?” Alican asks with a calm chuckle, grasping my gla.s.s and pouring another gla.s.s of scotch. ”Everyone will get into a fight, Prince Dareios. It just depends on how you both handle it. Do not let the gap between you both widen as I did. Take a chance on your mate. She may understand where you came from.” She tells me with a saddening smile, clearly remembering her own mate and how he left her.

I hope that a.s.shole never returns.

”You're right. I should-”

”Dylan!” An ear-piercing scream rang through the bar before Pairs and Hjala stumbled into the bar. Hjala was bloodied and injured all over her body when Pairs carried her inside with tears in her eyes.

”Alican-”

”Rags and lots of booze. Got it.” Alican nods, hurrying away to grab what I needed before shoving past the crowd of people watching us.

”What happened? Where is Khole?” I question them, hooking my grasps underneath Hjala and carrying her while Pairs followed me closely.

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”The Valkyrie house was attacked... Khole... Was taken.”

〰 Hours Before 〰

〰 Khole 〰

I laid on the couch, munching on popcorn and messing with the soft fabric of the borrowed pajamas I was wearing. Both, Hjala and Pairs were somewhere in the house doing G.o.d knows what.

Not like I wished to know.

I shook my head, trying to rid thoughts of what they could be doing knowing it was something s.e.xual in some kind of way. They acted like the kids in the movies I've been watching these last few hours, each of them fl.u.s.tered and giddy.

The Tv was currently off as I stared at the blank screen and relaxed under the warm bag of water on my stomach. It felt nice there since I cramped like a son of a b.i.t.c.h. It was so horrible that I was ready to sleep on the couch if I had too.

Even in pain, my mind still wandered to Dylan and what he was doing. If he missed me or if he was celebrating his freedom.

The thought made my stomach twist in pain but I pushed it away and thought back to our few calm days before our fight. His teasing and me taunting him back, the tension between us burning the dust around us.

Though I guess that was my imagination, but I wanted him so much that it hurt me. I thought he felt the same way and if he didn't I'd give us some kind of relief though he didn't even want me touching him.

Had he been playing me or was he just satisfied with innocent kisses and friendly hugs?

What a nice friendzone moment.

I grumble a curse, sinking further into the couch while twirling the knife around in my hands softly tapping the arm of the couch. The same knife he gave me so long ago when the people came to hurt me when he was still a sweet mute Cade...

I knew that Cade and Dylan were the same people but I still missed those simpler times when we were held at an equal. Now I feel like he is trying to overpower me at times and that I am a tiny pon in his game.

That's the reason why I've been pus.h.i.+ng myself so hard. I don't want to admit that I want to play the damsel in distress and have him come for me every time.

Oh, how I wished that would happen right about now...

I'd even forgive him...

”Kho? Do you hear that?” Hjala asks her disheveled form appearing over the banister as I sat up and listened. I hear what sounded like twenty separate fearful screams when shoving the warm bag and blanket away from me.

”Are those... the wraiths?” I question when she leaped over the railing and s.n.a.t.c.hed her daggers.

”They aren't wraiths. It's our ghouls. The protection of this place...” She whispers before Pairs hurried down the stairs, her s.h.i.+rt backward. ”Why would they be screaming? Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds only scream when they're afraid.” Hjala notes as Pairs looked at me then at her with a confused look.

I thought back to my days here, only remembering that the ghouls had screamed at the presence of Dylan or Pairs.