Page 83 of A Clash of Stars

When I looked at the man that held the voice, chills crept over me. His eyes were dark, his hair was greasy yellow, and he obviously displayed great discontent that I was there.

“Excuse me, sir. I apologize for inconveniencing you. We were just stopping for a moment before proceeding with our journey.”

I turned to leave the shop. I knew Evander was using the restroom, so I had to be cautious.

“Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you, bitch.”

I stopped in my tracks.

Damn. Alright then.

“Sir, you will not speak to me that way. I am being merciful by leaving to avoid dealing with you, but next time you should mind your manne—”

He walked towards me before I could get out the last word, and I could smell the reeking body odor coming off of him, infecting my senses. His mouth was a breath away from my face. I looked away in disgust as he grabbed my chin, making me look at him.

“You filthy bitch. We all know what you did in the Variance. Stealing away the Relic from Evander after he rightfully earned it. Then, you force a marriage with him. How clever of you to try and take control over our kingdom. We all know what psychos you and your family are. We would all be better off if you and your entire bloodline ceased to exist,” He paused and breathed in before shooting his stinky ass breath in my face before continuing, “Why don’t we make that…an arrangement.”

A knife appeared in his hand, and my eyes shot at his.

“You really don’t want to do that,” I mumbled.

I felt my eyes starting to glow, and my body began to emit light. His eyes sparked with fear, and I spit out some really dark shit before I could change my mind, “Do something useful and use that knife on yourself. Your soul reeks of hatred. You could go ahead and have a real quick ride to where you belong in the abyss.”

What an asshole. Who made up that lie about Evander winning the Variance? Also, who the abyss cares?

I turned to start my walk back to the carriage when I felt something sharp strike my arm. This asshole really threw that knife at me. When I turned to look at him, his eyes were fearful, but that’s all it was. He was a coward. No courageous person strikes another with their back turned, so I decided to walk away before I killed him myself.

Approaching the carriage, I held my arm, bleeding. I knew the bleeding wouldn’t last long, but it would certainly stain my dress. I wished I could hide it from Evander, but I knew that it would be nearly impossible. I noticed his stridesapproaching the carriage as his eyes locked onto mine. When his gaze drifted to the blood trickling from my arm, the gentle eyes of green turned dark and outraged.

He ran towards me, grabbing my arm and looking at me with his stern eyes and strong jaw clenched, “Who did this to you?”

My eyes glanced toward the shop, and his eyes followed mine. Without saying anything, he stormed off into the shop.

“Wait, Evander. It’s not worth it,” I begged him.

He stopped mid-stride and turned his head to look me in my eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’m only going to have a chat with the vendor. I’ll be right back,” he stated cunningly.

He smirked, and a portion of me was concerned about what he would do, but another part said that the guy deserved whatever Evander might do to him.

I climbed into the carriage, waiting anxiously for him to come back. A few minutes later. He walked out, and I was hit with heat.

His sleeves were rolled up, exposing all of his markings, muscles, and veins. He was wiping his blade on a towel as he approached the carriage.

Aggressively he climbed in, continuing to clean it. I noticed the blood, and I knew it was from the man that insulted me. My breathing quickened as I worked up the strength to ask him.

“Evander… Did you—”

He interrupted me before I could finish my question. He fell to his knees in front of me, placing his hands on either side of my hips on the seat, face to face with me. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, and my eyes flickered to his, still dark and full of intensity.

“No one hurts or touches what is mine.”

I knew my eyes reacted to this, and I subconsciously bit my bottom lip. He moved his hand to my chin, and the pad of his thumb brushed the indent on my lip that I just bit down on.

“Do that again, and I’ll bite it myself.”

I almost lost my shit right there, but my outside stayed calm. He pulled back to the seat, still looking at me. This was going to be a long ride together. When did something inside of me change to craving him? I couldn’t behave that way. I still loved Madok.

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