Lyla’s POV
The night breeze kissed my skin as I walked out to the balcony. I looked around and saw a small, beautiful chair at the corner right in front of another. I checked it out for any form of danger and sat, placed my hand on the balustrade and rested my head on it.
I observed the environment and looked into the forest. A smile lingered on my lips as I remembered the big guy I met in the first the previous night.
As strange and dangerous as this place was, that was the best thing that has happened to me ever. In a place where I’d felt alone, unwanted and ready to be killed, that animal came in and made me feel less lonely and actually made me feel as if someone was watching over me.
“Why are you here?” I stood up sharply as I heard Damon’s voice right behind me.
I don’t understand how he always manages to do that without hearing his footsteps.
“I was waiting for you” I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.
“Why?” He asked, frowning.
I hesitated for a minute. I needed to ask for his permission to sleep with Pearl. Though I tried earlier but one of the guys guiding Pearl’s room wouldn’t let me in.
“I was hoping I could……” He suddenly walked out, leaving me dumbstruck.
That was rude!
I sat back on the chair, still confused about what to do. Suddenly, I felt him near me, before I could turn, he wrapped a large blanket around me.
“Continue….” He simply said as he sat right in front of me.
“I was hoping I could stay with Pearl tonight. I was trying to enter her room earlier and that big guy stopped me” I blinked as I awaited his response.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Give me a tangible reason why you should stay with her tonight and I’ll try to see if it’s worth it. If it is, I’ll let you do as you please”
“I just need someone to talk to,” I replied.
He rest back into the chair, folded his hands against his chest and said, “Talk to me”
I scoffed, “That’s impossible”
“Why?”
“I need a confidant, someone who understands me, someone who’s not what you people are” I said before I could control my mouth.
He came closer to me.
“What are we?”
“I– I — Uhm– strangers” I finally replied.
“Think of me as a friend then”
This Demon as a friend. That’s absolutely impossible.
“Can I stay with Pearl?”
“No,” he replied firmly.
“Okay, goodnight”
Angrily, I got up from the chair and walked back into the room. I got into bed, used the same blanket to cover myself up and tried forcing myself to sleep.
I tried drowning my thoughts away with good memories because if I don’t, I might end up crying.
I couldn’t get the chance to properly talk to Pearl during the day because after that hunk acted strangely this afternoon, the woman who came with them, took my measurements and began showing us a catalogue of dresses.
None interested me. I just needed something to wear while I stayed here. I have wardrobes of dresses back at home and I can’t wait to go back to my room and my life.
Minutes later, I felt Damon’s weight on the other side of the bed.
I opened my eyes slightly thinking he was going to sleep off immediately but I was surprised when he moved closer to me, pulled my body into his and removed the blanket from me before using it for the both of us.
“Talk to me about anything. I’ll be your friend tonight”
“I can’t”
I struggled to get out of his hold but he held me tightly and refused to let go.
“How about a stranger? Or maybe a bottle, something you’ll want to pour your feelings into” he asked.
His hand slid through the top I was wearing and stopped at my back. Throughout, I wasn’t able to breathe properly. It was as if there was no air as his fingers touched my skin.
I want to get mad at Damon but I can’t. I want to hate him for kidnapping me here, sending me back to his father and still keeping me here with him. I want to hate him for everything he has done but I couldn’t and I hate myself for that.
“Lyla,” he called out, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Okay” I replied.
“I miss home” my voice was already shaking. “I want to go back home” o confessed over again.
“What else?”
I lifted up my head to see his face and I was surprised he wasn’t frowning, glaring or scowling as usual. There was no emotion evident in his face and this unusual look was unreadable.
“I miss my brother, I want to go back to him” I swallowed hard before I continued. “The other day you sent me back to that place,”
“Use Damon instead of you. Think you’re talking about Damon to a total stranger”
He kissed my hair, making my heart skip a beat.
“The other day that Damon sent me back to that place, I was scared and I’ve never been that scared all my life. I thought I was going to die”
I fought back the tears that were struggling to rush down my face.
*I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Bunny”
I heard that voice again. I wasn’t shocked as usual but I was surprised I was listening to it right here.
I stood up from bed abruptly, ready to move to the window and see if the animal with the voice was right there.
“What’s going on, Lyla? Are you okay?” Damon pulled me back before I could get up.
“I heard a voice and I want to check something outside” I told him and waited a second for him to call me crazy
“What voice?”
“I’ve been hearing that voice since I came here and today wasn’t the first time”
“Can you tell me what that voice said to you?”
“The other night that I went out of the house, I met this really big creature and I found out that it was it’s voice that I’ve been hearing”
He looked at me as if I just told him he had two heads.
*You’re not crazy*
I turned to look at Damon in confusion. He was confused about something as well.
“I heard it again, it said, you’re not crazy”
Damon suddenly held my face in his hands as he looked into my eyes intensely.
“What’s going on, D..” I couldn’t get to finish pronouncing his name before he dropped his lips to mine, crushing us together.
Damon’s kisses always render me restless afterwards and I’m so sure this one would do more than that.
He pulled me into his lap and made me sit with my legs on each side of his body. His hands were on my thigh as he kissed me slowly and thoroughly.
I hanged my hands in the air not knowing if I should touch him or not. His hands that were on my thigh played dangerously as it moved inch by inch closer to the spot between my legs.
When I thought he was going to touch me there, he removed his hands and placed them underneath my top. Skin against skin, I didn’t know when I dropped my hand on his shoulder before losing myself in the moment.
“Stay with me tonight,” he suddenly said and I was confused since I never planned on leaving.
“Stay with me without regrets” he asked and I nodded.
“I have a fight tomorrow, so, we need to get to bed”
He grabbed my ass and lifted me back into the bed. He pulled the blanket over me alone this time as I watched him, thousands of questions dancing on my lips.
“Goodnight Bunny,” he kissed my forehead, switched off the life and turned to the other side.
“Demon,” I teased.
“Really?” He asked with his back still turned to me.
“Do werewolves exist? Like, are they real?”
“Yes” his answer was a whisper and it came after a long silence.
Instead of asking further about werewolves, I decided to change the question. It was an old trick I usually use for Henry so I could get him to reveal secrets to me.
“So, who are you fighting tomorrow?” I asked as I laughed. The word “fight” sounded rather absurd to me.
“My father. Sleep Lyla. Enough with the questions” he turned to face me as he covered me properly with the blanket. I could still make out his face in the dark.
“No matter what happens tomorrow, stay glued to Ruth, do not look for me. Do you understand?” He asked, his voice sounded serious this time.
“Okay,” Was my only response.