At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Fourteen

After taking a bath with Antonia's help, before she retired to her quarters, she brought dinner for me, a chicken soup that she said was very good for my recovery. She also left in case I was hungry at night, some fruits, which are intact so far.

With only my own company, what Antonia said to me earlier kept surrounding my mind. "Stay away from Lord Zyan. He can hurt you." What I don't understand is why someone would save me twice just to hurt me. But the truth is, I don't understand this world, but one thing I do know: people can be very mean. Evil can come from where we think there is only goodness. My mother, the Priest, my days on the street, my eighteen years of life showed me that. Soon, I won't stand a chance on Lord Mason, he saved me, and I will be eternally grateful. But I won't ignore the warning, I don't want to regret not leaving when I had the chance. With the disgusting Father I had no warning and God knows how much I would like to be warned to stay in my room, not to get out of bed, not to go down the stairs. I'd be so grateful!

Zyan said he'd come back to see me, so I'd wait for him, but he didn't come. And it gave me a strange feeling, like I was disappointed not to see your face, your eyes, not to see you. Something in me longed for his presence, maybe it was because I wanted to see him for the last time, but the hours went by and nothing of him. I believe it was already dawn when I decided to get out of bed, my body was still recovering, so it was difficult to keep up, in the first steps my legs shudder, but I was decided. I need to stay away from him, I've been warned! Sneaking into the furniture, I went to my backpack that was on top of a white armchair, where my clothes were all washed, scattering in the environment a smell that resembled the roses.

As I was dressed in men's clothing, probably from Zyan, I take them back, folding each of them, leaving on the bed and wearing a flat long-sleeved blouse and jeans. I look for my shoes by finding them in the corner of the wall next to the bedroom door and shim them. Ready to go out I look all over the room and cling to the beautiful view that passes through the glass doors. The moon in a semicircle, the present part of its light was perceived in the eyes, but even though it was not in its phase of total illumination to the earth, it still overshadowed all the stars of the sky. It's a beautiful image, perfect for good-bye. Before I leave the room my eyes go to the fruit and I have doubts if I should get it, I didn't want them to think I'm a thief, but they're for me too. So I wouldn't be stealing, right? In the end I decide to put them in the backpack, I would need to, life on the street is not easy and hunger is one of the worst problems of those who are in this life.

Quietly, walking almost on my toes way down a long dark corridor, I pay no attention to detail, just focus on the mission to get out of there. When I get to the end of the hall I realize that I'm on the first floor of the house, because a ladder is right in front of me. There are few steps, so carefully not to make noise pass by them. I come to the end successfully. Some parts of the house were illuminated by the moon while other corners remained in the darkness of the night, and only by this fact can I see where the door is and I go to it, however in the middle of the road I hear her voice.

"Running away, angel?",— his voice comes out thick reverberating throughout the room, causing a chill to spread down his spine. And then the surprise mixed with the voice so dominant, make me stop in place.

"How ugly, running away in the silence of the night!” — I hear your slow and precise steps as I search for you for space. "Running like a little mouse!” — my body's hair is chilled by the sound of hoarseness in his voice.

"What do I do with you as an angel? — then I see your face coming out of the dark. Your eyes are stuck with me. I see in them the shadow of a glow: Obstinacy.

Something animal!

"I'm sorry," I say low-haired and put my hands together in front of a child's body when she's caught getting ready.

"Don't you get tired of running away from me?— I get confused by your words. Is he referring to the day he saved me? Maybe that's it, because I ran without thanking him... I remain silent as your steps approach me. "This time I won't let you get away, my angel. — all the air comes out heavily through my nostorines.

Why don't your words scare me? And why does my body react to your gaze?

My body wishes to stay!

"I should punish you for thinking about leaving me, baby—he's so close when he says those words, and my body reacts so well to his words. The mention of punishment should cause me fear, but I just feel my body warm and a tingle between my legs. And that's so weird, if not eccentric. He lets a sigh out through his mouth and then his hand gently touches his cheek, different from what his gaze shows him wanting, as if he wanted to devour it. "What should I do with you, in? — Your touch to contact with your skin is so intoxicating that it makes me without realizing to close my eyes.

My mind tells me to run, but my body doesn't obey, he wants your contact, he wants to be close to him! Such a divergence Zyan causes me.

"What do you want to do to me? — the words come out of my mouth before I even reason. I was in an atmosphere that left me submissive to everything that's going on. Submissive to him!

"Still with his hand caring on his cheeks, she opens her eyes looking hypnoticly at theirs, and this is her first mistake, for at that moment she drowns in the depths of her darkness, while he cries out for his innocence."

The beginning of a war zone: Innocence and Wickedly! Peace and war! — he at the highest level of his place for her, transfers his hand from the cheek to the nape of her bringing her to her closer to her and kisses Luna's inexperienced mouth fervently, hungryly, willingly!