Chapter 46: Love
Victor paused his actions when he saw ocean blue eyes staring back at him. Lyra smiled faintly "When did you wake up?"
He froze looking at her gorgeous smile, his heart started throbbing loudly in his chest, it almost felt painful and he wanted to grab it with his hand. Lyra observed the man in front of her and glanced at his bandaged wound "How did you get injured?"
Victor came out of his daze when he heard her voice and backed off-putting some distance between them "I was attacked by some beastmen" his voice came out hoarsely and he cursed himself in his mind for it, he could not believe him the one to being nervous to speak.
Lyra gasped "Oh my! why would they do that?"
"I don't know" he replied nonchalantly and observed as her cute face scrunched up in confusion. He wanted to see more of her expressions.
Lyra looked up to him and approached him slowly, Victor gasped when he smelled her addictive scent near him. She held his injured hand "Just a minute, The cloth on your injury is covered in blood, I'll clean it for you"
Victor dazedly looked at her, as she removed the cloth carefully making sure to not hurt him, he chuckled "You don't have to be so cautious, this injury is nothing to me" he paused when her eyes looked back at him and continued "It doesn't hurt"
Lyra frowned "How can you say that it is nothing? Look how much you are bleeding" she wore a sad face and continued cleaning his wound "Everyone feels pain"
His eyes mellowed hearing her words, never in his empty life had someone worried about him, his father tortured him because of his mother's death while giving birth to him, he spent countless days and nights in fear hiding from his father, his young mind didn't even understand the reason for his misery. After some days he just got used to the beatings making his mind go numb to even feel pain. For many years that he struggled to become stronger, his body experienced near-death situations but he didn't feel pain, instead, his blood lust increased making him kill his father. He was not even a tiny bit guilty to kill that bastard, he thought that by killing him could he feel liberation from his chaotic mind., But even then, he didn't feel anything.
His mind refused to feel any emotions, he fought many powerful beastmen to feel something, he didn't mind the emotion, be it anger, frustration, or pain, he just wanted to feel it, but all he saw was darkness and emptiness. But this beautiful creature was making him feel so many emotions at the same time. His heart was throbbing and his body shuddered because of her mere touch, he hated to admit it, but he felt vulnerable for the first time.
After bandaging his wound properly, Lyra got up to return when someone pulled the hem of her skirt, she turned around confused and asked "What's wrong?"