The Bond
572 Words
And I could see him look at the rogue with so much rage, the scar on his face crinckling.
The rogue barely had time to turn before Rhydian was on him.
It wasn’t a fight between two men, it was slaughter. He didn't ask any questions or even know what happened, he just started detaching the man limb from limb.
The man’s scream was short and sharp and then, silence. His body parts hit the floor with a heavy, final thud.
I couldn’t move, my whole body shook and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst.
Rhydian stood there, panting, the little light in the room illuminated his fangs, his trembling hands and I could see his control was slipping.
His eyes found me, and I felt my breath catch, fear crippled me where I stood but something still drew me to him.
The air between us crackled, and his chest rose and fell in quick bursts, he moved before I could think, fast, so fast and suddenly I was in his arms, my back against his wall, out faces only an each from each other, he was looking at my neck, resisting the urge to mark me.
Her scent.
That’s what he’d later tell himself drove him mad, the mix of blood, fear, and something else.
His lips brushed my skin, dangerously close to the pulse that screamed beneath it. I felt my knees weaken and my lungs forget to breathe for a moment.
His claws dug into the wall beside my head as if he fought the urge to tear the world apart.
“Rhydian” I whispered, but his name broke on my lips.
He froze.
And then, he pushed himself away, violently, as though I burned him.
He stumbled, hitting the wall with one hand clutching his head.
His breathing was ragged, almost pained like he was trying to gain back his sanity.
He looked… broken.
“You should fear me,” he rasped, his voice was hoarse, and his entire body trembling.
And I wanted to. I truly did, but our eyes met I saw the way his hands shook, the way his eyes softened for just a heartbeat.
So instead of cowering away in fear, I took a step forward. My knees trembled, but I reached for him.
My hand touched his arm, and heat surged through me. His skin burned under my palm but where my fingers pressed, the trembling eased, and I placed the other hand on his bare face and I could see relief in his eyes.
Like the voices in his head had quieted down…
We stayed like that for a moment, and I just stared into his eyes, taking in the vulnerable side of him and accepting it.
If I couldn't be of any use to him, at least I could help him do this.
He blinked, looking at me with those mismatchedeyes.
Then I summoned the courage to speak,
“If I should fear you,” I whispered, my voice soft but certain,
“then why do you tremble when I look at you?”
The room was silent again, and from the emotions that flashed through his eyes, I could tell he trembled again.
The only thing that sounded in the room was the sound of our breaths one steady, and one haggard and broken.
And in that silence, something inside both of us bonded.
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