BLOOD LEGACIES

Just a few minutes after our talk, Dace was fast asleep like a log. He really must be tired, and I was happy he was back to sleep rather than focusing on me, he had nothing to worry about, all that matters is him getting better. Even though out like a light he still held me tightly, I don’t think I can leave even if I wanted to. In our lying position, we both face each other with his hand secured on my waist. His warm breath blew against my features, he looked so ravishing, fast asleep, and serene.

I smiled because I couldn’t resist the urge anymore so I ran my fingers through his dark moisty hair, in curls, so silky against my touch it felt like foam, it feels so incredible, and even as I worked through my obsession with his hair he didn’t even flinch, he looked more relax like any kid would when sleeping on their mom’s lap. It made my smile illuminate knowing he was this tranquil when I lay next to him, it made my chest fill with fervency and pride, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He was gorgeous and a picture I want to imprint on my very brain. I studied his perfect features, his thick eyebrows and his long eyelashes that were more pronounced with his eyes close as they flickered now and then, his pointy nose that summoned me to run a finger through, his light pink kissable lips that called to me like a moth to a flame but I tried my hardest to withstand because I wanted him to have his rest.

I leveled my gaze to the plaster just at his left lower abdomen, shaped like a square, I gulped recalling that night. The terror, the fear, the thought of losing Dace, I shook my head, I don’t wanna think about it because it caused a heavy storm of aversion to override my body, I redirected my focus to another, Grayson.

Grayson Yeager, the mysterious newbie from our school, was a normal guy with a very terrifying secret. He hunts beasts. Was that why the barrier didn’t affect him when he came here? That seems like it because he wasn’t supernatural but he was a hunter. I gulped, was Juneau safe with him here? Should I tell Dace?

I shifted my gaze to his exquisite face and shook my head, no I can’t. I promise to keep his secret, and barring it’s the least I can do after he saved my life, or else I would have ended up having my head bitten off by that snake before Dace could find me. As long as he doesn’t know about Dace I will keep his secret, I was inquisitive about what kind of person he is because his eyes were always cold and distant but yet he showed consideration for me which was strange, I will keep his secret for now, until I figure out more about him, I think that was the best cause of action before letting anyone know, besides there was a more crucial issue, that Manticore.

Grayson in his call said it was something lost to time, something that could match up strength with a werelion and even be poisonous to them. I should think about this carefully, most especially about Grayson, just what is a hunter that hasn’t been mentioned by my aunt or anybody, or was he just a joke? No, it couldn’t be because he portrayed things a teen like him shouldn’t, I need to find out more about him, and I was determined to do so.

I stilled when I felt Dace’s face buried in my neck suddenly.

"Dace?"

No answer, still asleep. I grinned as I clutched his face pulling him more to me and he groaned getting more comfortable, he was really acting like a child right now, and I couldn’t wait to tease him with this, I somehow tend to take off my glasses from this angle and leisurely fling it behind me on the bed, I wouldn’t want a mark on my face while sleeping with that.

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