Chapter 137: Monster In The Cave
Evanna’s eyes fluttered open after hearing her name whispered sweetly into her ear. Cold hands were wrapped around her waist, her body relaxed into another’s. Her heart skipped a beat. Arawn!? She turned her head to the side and her breath caught in her throat. She stared back into the bright red eyes of a handsome man, his black hair dishevelled and falling over his forehead. His sharp features were so defined, his skin as smooth as marble that she couldn’t help but stare and forget about the position she was in.
The devilishly handsome man with otherworldly red eyes chuckled at her blatant gawking. The princess recognised him, but she couldn’t quite remember who he was or how she knew him. Her gaze lowered to his lips, where there was a bit of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Evanna frowned and searched his eyes questionably. "Are you hurt?" She asked, forgetting that this stranger was holding her in his arms rather intimately as he leaned his back against a cave wall, his legs spread out, leaving space for her to sit in between them.
One corner of the man’s lips curved up, and he replied in her mind, "I am not. But I am hungry. Will you help me?" His voice was like silk on the skin, very smooth.
"Of course, but I don’t have much to offer," She whispered back before glancing at her bag that held some of the berries she picked earlier that day. Her eyes then landed on her weapons; not only were her swords there but also all her daggers. Why were they so far away from her?
"You are all I need," He replied again in her mind, distracting her from her questioning thoughts, "Come closer."
Evanna tilted her head, wondering why she needed to get closer to him when he said he was hungry. Wait, was she in a dream? Who was this man!? She stopped, and her eyes widened. "Scarecrow," She gasped and tried to push off him. But his hands tightened around her waist.
"He is gone," The man said aloud, his voice just as beautiful as it was in her mind. "Come closer," He commanded, his voice deeper. The pitch of his voice seemed to make her automatically want to do anything he said.
Evanna obliged and slowly leaned in towards him, but her mind was running wild, and nothing was making sense. "Shh, you are safe, Evanna." The handsome man spoke again, soothing away any unease she was starting to feel.