Xavier’s POV:We all watched Nesta and Devon walk out of the room. Liberty sighed behind me and the sound made me straighten as I turned to face her. "I should get back to the castle." She murmured wearily. "How about you go home and take some rest?" I asked her, noticing the dark smudges under her eyes. She looked tired. I could tell she hadn't slept a wink since the Freki's death after the ball. "No, I can't. I have to get back to Raphael with what Nesta found out about the dart and-" "Shh, darling. You are going home and you are going to have a good rest, Raphael can wait till morning." I said to her, trying not to sound too pressing. She blinked at my face for a few seconds and then her shoulders loosened, a small tiny smile creeping up her lips transforming her whole face, my heart slammed into my chest at how lovely she looked just now, her moss green eyes flashed a little and then she straightened. "But I don't have a ride home." she mused as she turned away from me. "You
Nesta’s POV:I traced a small spiral in the dust sitting on the car's half open window, my thoughts scattered everywhere. Devon was buying food at the store but I doubted he would get anything worth eating or not expired at that dingy place. The town was a ghost town, only a few bikes were around, covered in dust and a few battered cottages along with a small Inn named ‘shadow peak’ and of course the 'dingy' old store. I sighed and got out of the car, banging the door shut behind me. It was midafternoon and the sun was being its typical blazing self.Dusty roads, dingy shops, battered cottages, creepy guys and blazing heat. Nesta Rivera, welcome to the Midlands. I laughed at my thoughts and winced as I felt the trickle of sweat down my back. "Get into the car." Devon said as he walked towards me, his leather jacket draped over his arm and a small smear of blood marking his cheekbone. I frowned and looked into his eyes. Damn. "What happened?!" I exclaimed, looking at his face, tryin
"We need a room." I said to the receptionist- a teenager as soon as I entered the motel. It was a shabby place with a dimly lit reception area, walls covered in torn brown wallpaper and shredded patches on the green carpet which also was marked by numerous black footprints leading in and out of the main door. "Look, we're all booked tonight and-”I snarled, making him sputter and stop altogether as I pointed my 9mm at his head. "Get me a room." I said more softly this time and watched as he stumbled out of his rickety old chair, throwing a key at my feet as he ran out of the front door. I sighed and picked up the keys, holding my gun in my hand as I exited the glass doors to bring Devon inside. I dragged him somehow up the stairs and into a dimly lit corridor which reeked of goblins, vampires and what not. I wrinkled my nose and tightened my arm around Devon's waist. "Let's just find our room." I murmured to the barely awake and standing Devon. He grunted and I quickly moved us
Nesta’s POV:I woke up to the sound of the front door opening. "Devon?" I croaked out sleepily, my hands clutching the sheets, but he was already gone. The door was shut and the side of the bed where he had slept was empty. I cursed as I jumped out of the bed and pulled out the gun from under it, where I had slipped it last night. I opened the door and dashed out, my bare feet landing on the scuffed carpet as I padded down it and noticed a faint orange light illuminating the staircase. It was dawn and where the hell was Devon going out at this time of the morning? My feet moved silently down the stairs, the gun still held securely in my outstretched arm. I rushed down faster as I caught his scent and burst into the crowded hall below. My nose wrinkled as I tried not to gag, the room was stifling with creatures of night who bustled about for their breakfast. A terrible crash sounded from somewhere from the room and my back stiffened in alarm as I heard a loud whistle just behind m
Nesta’s POV:I eyed the smooth golden of his skin as he raised his shirt to show me the now nonexistent 'cut'. It had healed completely and only smooth skin existed where an angry gaping wound was supposed to be. "Well, good to know that you're back to normal." I muttered as I walked beside him. He gave a soft laugh and turned to stare at me. "What?" I asked awkwardly as I felt his stare. "You're not wearing a shirt." He whispered. And suddenly I was much too aware of my state of nakedness. I blushed and looked away from him as we walked down the woods. "I wasn't wearing a shirt since last night." I snapped at him and he just stared back. "You were burning down my flesh with a stinging hot knife last night." He said and shrugged. I stopped and just looked down at my bare toes, my heart squeezed at that memory and what had happened afterwards, what he had revealed to me about himself and how he had pushed me away as I had tried to offer comfort. "I am sorry." I whispered, not
Devon’s POV:This was impossible, how could she feel my emotions? I asked myself but the sharp burst of warmth in my chest reminded me that I already knew why. "Damn." I growled as I ran out of the room, her scent a subtle mixture of freshly cut grass, fire and vanilla. It made my wolf instincts kick in and I had to stop and brace myself against the cool walls, trying to stay sane, to tighten the thin chains of control around my wolf.'Stay!' I commanded to him and felt his disappointment as he quieted down. I kicked off the wall and took off, out of the open door and down the front stairs. The car was missing. She took the car. She left. A sense of urgency took hold of me as I ran back inside the house and sniffed. There. Her scent was faint. It was always so faint even when she was near. Why? What was holding her? My eyes widened as I recalled her words. Xavier. Glamour. Human realm.It suppresses my wolf instincts."Bloody vampire." I scowled at the wooden floorboards, feeling
The room I had been given was grand, like- crystal chandeliers, giant bed, velvet curtains and hand painted wall murals grand. I knew it didn't even compare to the royal and other special suites but still, it was a lot better than what I knew at home. Home. My chest constricted at the thought. My small cottage and my old rusty pickup were all alone in the middle of the woods. I felt homesick but then I saw the food basket set on the glass table, the dainty meat pies, colourful delicacies, the wine and I was sold. I stuffed my mouth with a meat pie and moaned at the explosion of tastes on my tongue. It was delicious. I licked my fingers and was about to reach for another when a soft laugh made me go still. "Don't stop on my account. Please carry on." The deep rumble of a male voice sounded from somewhere behind me. "What are you doing here?" I hissed at him. "Just wanted to talk." He said, a soft glow burning in his silvery eyes. Something was different about him. "What do you
Devon’s POV:I stared at Xavier, my friend from training days when we all were 16 and too green, as he rocked on the balls of his feet. He was wearing a form-fitting black suit, the expensive kind and carried a wooden staff polished to a black sheen in his hand."What do you want?" He asked, his voice holding a hint of amusement. "I want you to use your magic." I said, taking the silver goblet from the gothic young vampire hovering around us and eyed its contents. "It's wine, Devon. When will you start trusting me?" He asked with a scowl. "Never." "Oh, good for you." He said as he waved the goth over and spoke something to him in a language he knew I wouldn't understand. The bastard. "My magic, you say?" He asked as he folded himself into a chair, his movements graceful and swift. "But it's not magic, my friend." He grinned."The glamour you cast on her." I gritted out."Ah, so you're talking about the little wolf." He said as a smile stole over his features. My hand tightened ar