Page 63 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
Idon’t know why I didn’t run away the moment I felt his burning eyes rake over me. He checked me out. Whether he hates me or not, I saw the way he looked at me, and it made me feel…
Powerful.
Knowing that I have that over him, that he can’t deny he likes what he sees. Because I’ve seen that look before, just not from him and, for some insane reason, I love it.
Is it my demon form that entices him? That wouldn’t be surprising. It’s always that… or are Allie and Heaven right? I doubt he likes me, but maybe he does find me appealing.
Or am I just being delusional?
My heart beats wildly as I watch him. I don’t know why I feel like this. Maybe it’s as Mama said, that there will be times when my demon side will be stronger, and with my birthday coming up, I feel it’s happening much more frequently.
But I also noticed when it happens, I feel… horny. Like right now, there are several ways I could answer that remark of his,and something tells me I’d be able to seduce him if I wanted.
There it is again, the way his eyes flicker to my thighs before he looks away. Isn’t it funny how he noticed me now, when I’m barely wearing anything, and usually he can only look at me with disgust?
My mind clears a little, and I look away, taking a deep breath. “Let’s see the text.”
I walk over to him. The scratch I made across his angled cheek hasn’t healed yet, and I stare at the blood. He hasn’t even wiped it away…
The temptation to taste his blood makes me lick my lips, and his eyes flash blue, flicking to my lips.
Whoa, easy there, Si…
I quickly force myself to look away from his cheek and walk over to the sofa as he picks up the papers he had on it and moves over, making space for me. My heart is racing way too fast. I should go get a gown…
But walking away now might just be worse.
Gods, he’s way too close.
I take a seat, leaving as much space as possible between us, but it’s a mere hand span. I’m not the skinniest girl around, either.
I try not to look at his long, muscular legs and focus on his laptop screen.
“It looks like Old Arabic, but it’s not exactly it.” I reach forward, lifting the laptop off the table and placing it on my thighs.
“Can you translate it?” he asks, leaning over to look at the screen. He places his arm on the sofa behind me, his chestbrushing against my shoulder, making my heart skip a beat. I can smell him, and it’s distracting.
“I could try, but it’s not one I recognise. Have you not seen it before in history lessons?” Surely, as a year ahead, he’d have seen more than my year, although I have seen a lot out of school, too. We have lessons that teach us about ancient languages and what history we know of our past.
He shakes his head. “No, but…” He turns and reaches for an extremely battered, worn-out tome of some kind. “Alpha Matherson passed me this book as I have been looking for this symbol.”
He flips the book open, showing me a drawing. It’s a wheel of some kind with what looks like the symbols of the zodiac. Above it is a crescent moon and a double circle with a line going through it. The frame around the wheel is intricate, from what I can tell, and it has diagonal lines within the circle.
“I’ve seen this before…” I whisper, my heart thudding as I reach for the page. Flashes of my dream return to me as I hurry through the streets, the heat beating down upon me.
It’s the symbol on the temple!
“Where?” Jayce asks, his voice filled with more emotion than I have ever heard before, holding a note of urgency.
I drag my eyes from the book and look into his eyes.
“In my dreams.” He narrows his eyes, and I shake my head. “I have this recurring dream as of late where I’m running after someone. It’s very hot, there’s sand, a lot of sand, it’s dry… and this symbol – although the zodiac symbols are a little different, it’s the same. I’ve seen it carved into the walls of the temple that I’m always running past when I chase after this man…”
“Do you always have dreams of chasing men?” he remarks.
I narrow my eyes, remembering why I’m mad at him. “From everything I just said, all you caught onto was me following a man? It’s important that I follow him; my dreams are often more than just dreams. I dreamt of the crawlers before they came. Remember that.” I frown slightly. He simply looks unimpressed.
“So… this dream could possibly be something that is to come? Is the man good or bad?”
