Chapter 56: Little Cloud
Chapter 56: Little Cloud
Vivian Grey’s POV"When they realized what I was really after, it was too late. I already had the power to wipe them off the map. So what did they do?" He gave a bitter smirk. "They sent a peace offering. A gift. A distraction. You."
He stopped in front of me, his eyes searching mine.
"I thought you’d be some kind of siren they created, sweet voice, wicked body, luring me in just to slit my throat when my guard was down. A pretty little dagger, wrapped in charm."
My throat dried. His words weren’t meant to hurt, but they stung anyway.
"Imagine my surprise when I ended up with this fiery little mate. Sharp tongue. Too much heart. Innocent without even trying."
He laughed to himself, but there was no humor in it.
"Of course I didn’t trust you. Not at first. It wasn’t until that night when you started rambling, totally unfiltered, that I slipped into your head. You didn’t even know you’d dropped your walls, but you did. I saw everything. Every unguarded thought, every flicker of emotion."
He moved closer, lowering his voice. "You weren’t thinking about how to kill me or what your orders were. You were thinking about me. About what I was thinking. About us."
A strange ache bloomed in my chest. I didn’t know what hurt more, his past, or how much I was already tangled up in it.
My stomach churned. The things he had been through, the choices he’d been forced to make, I could understand his pain, but the way he said things, the quiet violence sitting just under the calm surface of every word, it scared me. And then there was that part about me being a pawn. A tool used against him. I swallowed the rising nausea and looked away for a moment.
Was this bond even real?
Was I even real?
He tilted his head, as if sensing my spiral.
"And in the middle of all that madness, you were the one good thing to come from it. My beautiful little cloud." His voice dropped lower, almost reverent. "You drive me insane, you know that? I catch myself wondering where you are, if you’ve eaten, if you’re cold or bored or safe. I hate how much I think about you."