The Beginning of The End
Chapter 58

Im sat on Maddox's knee, in Ryker's office, his arms wrapped around me as he draws a circle on my left leg with his fingers. His touch is so gentle, so calming that I almost forget why I am afraid.

Almost.

Darax is sat in Roger's chair, pretending to be watching something out of the window, yet I see his eyes flicker in my direction constantly. He is assessing me. He wants to know if I am a threat to him.

He won't know that by staring, but he does so anyway. He looks at me like I am the most interesting being to ever walk the face of the earth and his eyes are so bright, so fearless and beautiful.

He's beautiful.

I don't know why, but I notice the little things about him, the way his mouth lifts at the edges when he's thinking, the way he runs a hand through his hair and clenches his fists when he doesn't know what to say.

Darax looks so vulnerable, almost like just another person you could meet whilst out walking.

But he isn't just another person. He's the one that began the war, he's the one that destroyed my entire family.

He caused the end of the world, and he doesn't even feel bad about it, in fact, it's the opposite. He's proud of what he has done.

He enjoys the thought of bringing others to their knees in desperation. He replaces comfort in the pain of others.

But that is not normal.

He's not normal.

So why I am so enthralled by him?

Why do I want to know more?

My body wants to be close to him while my mind screams that it is the worst idea that I have ever had.

Like the earth set of fire and decided to turn up the heat instead of wash it away.

My thoughts are dangerous and my body is betraying me. Always betraying me.

Why do I always want what I can't have? Because I truly cannot have him.

Ryker and Maddox are going to kill him, they told me do themselves. They want me to be a part of his destruction. They want me to kill him.

And when the time comes, I cannot allow my mind to wonder, I have to get the revenge I have sworn to give my dead family members.

So why does the thought of his death leave a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach?

Someone clears their throat, I startle.

It's Ryker, "Did you hear me, little fae?" He says, a single eye brow raised.

He's stood at the other side of the room, packing away his books for the trip to the other realm, to his home.

Darax is here to oversee our departure and make sure we arrive safely. Or so he says.

I shake my head, my tongue like raw sandpaper. My mouth dry as I try to clear my throat, causing myself to cough.

I recover quickly. "No, I'm sorry." I murmur, keeping my eyes away from the unwanted visitor. "What did you say."

Ryker's shoulder shake with laughter, "You really should pay attention." He says. "I asked if there are any books from the library that you want to take with us?"

My eyes widen, of course he would ask that, I have been spending most of my free time in there.

It's the only place anyone will leave me alone.

I nod my head, keeping my expression blank, or as blank as I can to hide my

excitement. "There are a few I would like to bring along."

"Go get them, you don't have much time left." He says, waving his hand to dismiss me. Rude.

Really fucking rude.

I was called here because Suer said I was wanted, yet no one has spoken two words

since I arrived. The room had been tense and silent.

It's like they are all waiting for a fight to break out.

I don't like it one bit. And now I am being dismissed? Well good for me.

At least I can leave now without causing a scene.

I didn't want to be here anyway, I wanted to be beside Miya.

So why do my eyes sting when I think of leaving this room?

Why do my lungs feel like they can't take in enough oxygen to sustain me?

Why are my hands suddenly so sweaty?

I climb off Maddox's lap, jumping when he gives my waist a little shove, like he wants me to move faster.

I don't know what is going on, why are they so desperate for me to leave?

"Don't be long, love." Maddox says to me, his eyes dark. "It won't be much longer before we leave."

"Ok." I nod several times, heading for the door.

Someone clears their throat again. I turn.

Darax is looking straight at me as he stands from the chair, his back rigid and his hands clenching and unclenching several times before he speaks.

"I will accompany you." He says, passing wanting glances to both my mates when they

try to protest. "Don't worry, I will keep her safe." He approaches me slowly, No harm

will come to her whilst she is with me." He's talking to Ryker and Maddox, but his eyes

are on me.

The moment feels so sensitive, his words so intimate.

I hate him.

I want him dead.

So why is my heart hammering with approval, why do I want to be alone with

someone so dangerous?

I must have lost my mind because I'm suddenly in a good mood.

I'm excited to show him all of the books I'm going to be taking.

But I don't understand why. I never tell anyone what I read, mainly because no one

takes interest.

Will Darax show interest?

Will he like the books I choose?

Why does it matter to be so much that he does?

Yeah, I have definitely lost my mind.

But by all the gods, I like this feeling, and that is even worse.

I'm definitely a traitor.