Page 62 of Sold to the Devil
“Straight to the point, I see,” I mumble. “He's my boyfriend and we love each other. End of story.”
He frowns and finally looks me in the eyes, a disappointed pout tugging at his lips.
“I don't believe you. Your family supports Darkvis, everyone knows that. Rigast has never been in a relationship and out of nowhere, you appear and are engaged? You have to admit, it's a little weird…”
I roll my eyes and take a step toward him, forcing him back, pushing him further against the door he guards so preciously I'm slightly taller than him thanks to the heeled boots I'm wearing, and I see him swallow, visibly intimidated as his nervousness increases.
“I don't owe you anything, Dawson. In fact, I don't owe anyone anything. You and the rest of the wizarding world can believe whatever you want, I don't care.”
“So you admit you're marrying him to help Darkvis win the war?”
I clench my fists and laugh devilishly. The nerves of this boy. He's practically shaking with fear in front of me, yet he continues to insist, getting on my nerves in the process.
They all think he's great because O'Connor made him his apprentice, but all I see when I look at him is a pathetic little boy who thinks he's better than everyone else.
“I never confessed anything,” I snarl. “Our marriage is real, a sincere union between two people who love each other. Believe it or not, I don’t care. Now get out of my way before I force you to move.”
He shakes his head, pity appearing on his face, which only makes me angrier. He tries to touch my arm, but I glare at him, his hand falling back to his side, disappointment flashing in his green irises.
“What I'm trying to say is… If you need help, you can tell me. If they force you to marry Rigast, O'Connor and I can help you.” He gives me a small smile and I start laughing again. He frowns in confusion and I can see him gesticulating uncomfortably again.
“I won't repeat myself, Dawson. Move,” I growl.
He swallows again, but before he has a chance to move and let me out, the door bursts open, nearly knocking Dawson backward as he's leaning against it. He barely steadies himself as I look over at whoever opened the door.
Tom stares murderously at the golden boy, his wand pointed in his direction.
“Get away from her, Dawson,”he growls. “Now!”
He's clearly afraid of Tom, even more than he is of me, he raises his hands in surrender and moves out of my way, allowing me to exit this damn closet. I even notice him trembling like a leaf.
Tom immediately grabs my arm, gently pulling me behind him. His wand is still pointed at Dawson and I can see how tense he is. Anger is emanating from him, and I'm afraid he'll do something stupid that could get him into trouble. I grab his arm and pull him back, which he surprisingly allows me to do without resistance.
“Tom. He's not worth it. Let's go.”
He hesitates, but after several long seconds, he finally lowers his wand, earning a sigh of relief from the boy. Tom puts his wand back in his pocket, but his fists clench, and I hear his knuckles pop loudly under the pressure. He takes a step toward Dawson, and the brunette's eyes widen in fear as he takes a step back. I stiffen, when Tom moves closer to his face and looks at him menacingly.
“Try to come near her again and I'll kill you. Do you understand, Dawson?” He speaks slowly, his voice steady yet full ofvenom.
The boy nods quickly, terrified, Tom turns around, gently grabbing my arm, forcing me to follow him, leaving the trembling brown-haired boy behind. We don't say a word the entire way to building G, nor when we reach the door of the dormitory I share with Mattheo. Anger still emanates from him, and I feel slightly uneasy being so close to him after so many weeks. His touch feels foreign and uncomfortable, but he doesn't let go.
He gestures for me to unlock the door and we step inside. He finally lets go of my arm and walks back to the door, ready to leave. He grabs the doorknob, stops, and looks over his shoulder. His eyes meet mine for the first time in weeks, my heart breaks when I see the pain flashing in his orbs.
“I'll let your teachers know you're not feeling well and the others why you're back in your dorm. Lock it behind me and don't leave this room, do you understand?”
I nod, uncertainly clearing my throat.
“Thank you, Tom.”
He nods and leaves the room without another word. I sigh and approach the door, locking it behind him as he instructed. Mattheo is supposed to have his key with him anyway.
I look at the clock, it’s 11:26 am.
That bastard kept me in that closet longer than I thought.
I decide to take a bath since I won't be leaving the dorm anytime soon. Once the tub is filled with hot water and suds, I undress and sink into the water, sighing contentedly once I'm fully stretched out. I stay there until the water starts to get cold, and go put on my underwear, a pair of shorts and steal one of Mattheo's hoodies.
His scent tickles my nostrils and a small smile appears on my face. Vanilla, leather, cologne, pine wood, blood, and smoke. My favorite scent in the world. To me, it smells like home.
