Page 44 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

I’m suddenly hit with a wave of grief as if I stare at the ghost of a loved one long lost.

I couldn’t still be dreaming, right?I wonder to myself.

Seeing her right there in front of me only reminds me just how much I’ve missed her in my life. This is the first time I’ve been in the same room with just her in…

Well, I cannot remember,I think, saddened by the thought.

Cyra is so absorbed in her mind that she is yet to notice my arrival. There rises within me an urge to accost her.

Should I do so?I think, unconsciously taking a step in her direction.There’s no one around, I could talk to her without interruption…

22

LYKAN

What should I say?I think to myself as I take another step closer. There comes a last second hesitation just as she comes within an arm’s reach. Knowing that she still has not noticed me, I contemplate turning around and walk quietly out of the kitchen.

I could just make a break for it,I wonder.Just pretend that I never wandered in here and… no. I will not be a coward. Why would I run away when I’ve missed her so much?

I tense my body and go for it, touching her arm. The contact breaks her from her meditative state as she glances towards my hand, then up at me. Her eyes widen, though I cannot tell if it is from fear or surprise, or both.

“Lykan?” she mutters.

“Cyra, can- Can we talk?” I ask, stumbling over my words.

Her nose twitches.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Just a bit,” I say calmly. “Please, I want to-”

Cyra suddenly rises from her chair. Her eyes remain glued on mine as she backs up against the counter. Her body shrivels and curls like prey cornered by a predator, wearing a look in her eyes like a hunted beast. Recognizing that she’s panicking, I throw up my palms in a reassuring manner.

“Cyra, please. I just wish to talk, I-”

She suddenly goes to move away but I throw an arm in her path, preventing her from doing so.

“Wait! Please!” I exclaim. “Just let me talk to you, you have no clue just how much I’ve been missing you.”

My words seemingly go unheard as anger comes over her face.

“Do you think this is hot or something?” she hisses.

“What?” I retort.

“You’re fucking drunk, I can smell it off of you!” she exclaims. “And what’s with this cornering attempt? Is this some type of ploy to get me horny?”

She speaks too quickly for me to process what’s being said, her words flying from her mouth like a thousand arrows.

“Well guess what? That isn’t happening, not anymore!”

From the look in her eyes, she’s dead serious. It hurts me that she thinks I’m only after her body but I knew deep down I have only myself to blame for that.

“Cyra…” I say calmly.

“Just fucking admit it already! Say you only want me for my body, that’s why you moved me in here, didn’t you? So I could be your little plaything? Well I can’t be with someone who only wants me for sex Lykan!”

“No…”

---