Chapter 498: This Is Not a Game
"Okay," he said, and I stared at him nonplused. Just okay? Isn’t he going to question me further? I should be relieved he didn’t press the issue, but I found it hard. Dace is usually someone who doesn’t let things go easily.
I’ll just play along then... because I don’t want to push it either. It’s best if we’re just in our heads. I need time and for Dace to believe nothing is going on.
I want him to feel I’m still mad at him, that’s why I’m pulling away and acting like a brat. I’m still mad though.
My hand brushed against his lower abdomen, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my fingertips. I traced the ridges of his abs up his chest, letting each fingertip memorize every line of ink my eyes followed. His tattoos always amazed me they weren’t like something you get at a regular tattoo shop, they were otherworldly and alluring. My hands always itched to trace them all the time.
"I’m still angry at you" I voiced, hoping he didn’t get the idea that what he did was up in smoke. He needed to account for his actions, even though I knew he wouldn’t.
"You won’t be angry for long" he replied and I quickly brought my eyes to him. The exact words I knew he would say, there was not a single remorse in his gaze, he still thought he did the right thing by keeping me away from my family.
"I decide how long I’ll stay mad at you" I pressed, knowing I’d hurt him at least a bit, he needed to feel the same sting I did.
A slow, wicked smirk curled onto his lips. He leaned to me, our noses almost touched, tilted his head, and said. "I love this game"
"This is not a game, Dace"
"But it is..." Something flashed in his eyes but before I could understand it was gone. "Stay mad at me all you want, it’ll change nothing"
I slapped him, hard. His face tilted to the side by the force, and I noticed my nails scratched him too, the red liquid trailing down his cheekbones was enough to heighten my bloodlust.