Chapter 83 - Oli Chameleon
The book snapped shut.
"Bend over."
"Wh--at?"
Zezi's eyes widened.
No, no, no, NO!
"I must find out my feelings for you one way or another. Now. Bend. Over."
No, he did not just say that.
"Your...Majesty, pl-please I---I--- can't." Oliver's voice sounded like it was muffled with tears and the image that flashed through Zezi's mind from that one thought, sent her blood boiling.
Has her mat--the King lost his mind?
"Iwasonlyjoking, your Majesty. I-was-only-joking!" The words sounded jumbled and came out with a squeak. "I really don't want a dick in my ass, please!"
"I was only joking too. You should be laughing."
Zezi froze.
What in the sick humour was that?!
Silence fell for a slight second, the next thing Zezi heard was the scrapping of the chair against the floor and someome stumbling right out of the library with a speed too fast to be safe.
Did Oliver just run out of the library liked a scared rat?
Zezi almost laughed out loudly at that, but she stopped herself to instead sigh in relief.
That could have gone down bad.
She was certain she would have lost it if it had.
Her back rested even more against the bookshelf, while she pushed out her claws and retracted them, tracing the sharp edges playfully.
A book flip began again.
He was reading another book? Or the same book? It didn't really matter.
She couldn't keep this game up for long, she was already starting to get exhausted from how much of her strength she was using to hide her scent and she couldn't risk slipping away like she had snuck in the first place. What if he no longer had his back turned to the door? What if he was facing the door now? Even if he still had his back to the door, with the way she was tired, her break away might not be as smooth as her break in had been.
Ah.
Could he just leave?
When did he even start using the library anyways?
What was he even reading?
How interesting was it?
More interesting than whatever Kingdom papers he had to attend to?
Her eyes lids fell shut, as she listened to the the flipping that sliced through the silence of the library.
Well, seems she would just have to wait this out.
The King's eyes skimmed over the pages for a thousandth time. Reading was not his thing, especially reading these kind of books. It never was and it wouldn't start today.
It had been a long time since he lost his focus, expecting her to just grow tired of hiding and try to leave the library already. He had sensed her right from the time she had bolted into the library. It was surprising that he hadn't sensed it when she had been walking up the stairs. He always sensed her far before she even came anywhere close.
Closing the book, his eyes passed over the title.
'How To Communicate Like A Gentle Man.'
He was certain this book would be as useless as the book he had read for their dinner but something in him couldn't help but try.
After the full moon night he had been contemplating on what to do when he would met her again.
He didn't want to push whatever they had too much that she would get overwhelmed and run away, that was even if she consider them to have 'something' to begin with.
He remembered how he had come into his room to find her awake the next morning, his actions afterwards, were strange even for him, because not once did the action pass through his brain for thorough checking and confirmation like his actions used to, he seemed to have just acted out whatever crossed his mind without a second thought.
Never had he been so impulsive.
"How long do you intend to keep hiding, Zezi?" A small smile rised up his lips, as her name floated to his ears.
He loved saying it. The first time the name had rolled off his tongue, it had come to him naturally and with every passing moment, he sought for an opportunity to say it again.
Growing tired of this little game, he stood up and walked right to the library shelf she was hiding behind.
As he had suspected, she was there, her head resting awkwardly against the shelf, her brought up knees tucked between her hands that she had wrapped around them.
His mate was asleep.
A slow smile played on his lips and a soft glint appeared in his eyes as he sank to his kneels next to her.
She looked peaceful, at ease, without that fight that always bustled in her aura, without that look of pure hatred and struggle of sometimes else that always appeared in her eyes whenever she laid her gaze upon him.
Falling asleep in the library while hiding, how childlike.
She reminded him of himself. He had once hidden in the library as a child to play a prank on his mother. She loved visiting the library a lot back then and he had waited for her to come to that particular shelf. He was silly, there were so many other shelves she could have gone to, yet for some reasons that he could no longer remember, he had been certain she would come to that particular one.
He had fallen asleep, waiting for her, and she had carried him back to the room.
The times he enjoyed the most in the castle, were times he had spent with his mother. She loved to read and would read stories to him. He was the only one she had and even if he didn't care about what the story was, he would listen anyways.
Sometimes, he would fall asleep half way through and whenever he found out, he would feel bad but his mother would wave it aside, saying she loved that he fell asleep to her voice.
It was a sign of trust, she would say. There was no greater joy for a mother than for them to know that their child trust them and felt completely safe around them, she would add.
Ah, his mother.
Every part of the library held her memory in it and when she had died- when she had been killed- he avoided the library like a plague.
It reminded him of way too much.
So much that it hurt.
But nowadays, he found it easier to come here, his memories of her seem to make his happy instead of what it would always make her feel. It made him wonder why he distanced himself from a place of so much happy memories for so long.
Zezi mumbled a jumble of unintelligible words in her sleep, breaking his train of thought, making him bring his attention back to her. With ease he lifted her up his arms, and headed out of the library.
He didn't race with speed, he took one step after another, savouring every second of this. Finally, he was at her door. It was locked but lucky for her, he had a key.
Gently pushing the door shut behind, he headed to her bed and laid her on it. It was tempting thought to lower his head even further and press his lisp against her, so much temptation, it pulled at his well trained restrained.
The more her scent poured into his lungs, the more driven by instincts he felt.
He had to get out of there.
Now.
He could hear the way her heart had picked up it's pace and the smile on his face grew.
That beating thing had always been a dead giveaway.
Like in the library, when Oliver had been taking about him taking Delice as his Queen. He would never take someone that wasn't his mate as his own, he had learn the detrimental effect of that from experience, but he had allowed Oliver to keep talking anyways, just to enjoy the way her heart raced with jealousy.
He could smell her anger when he had told Oliver to bend over. He has no plans of following through with it and he had already been sick of Oliver being a blabbermouth. Those two words had given him double rewards, getting rid of Oliver and giving him the knowledge of how Zezi felt in any sought of implication which involved him being with someone else and not just Delice.
He liked that she was jealous, it showed that she cared and until she could tell him this herself, he would hang on to the little details he could find.
She was his and one day, she would have no choice but to admit it. By his side, was where she belonged. He wouldn't have asked for a better Queen, she had the fire and from everything he had observed, she didn't mind the blood either.
Perfect.
With his hand that was curling and uncurling into a fist, he reached for the blanket that had been moved roughly to one side and began to pull it over her, but stopped when he felt her hand fist his robe and yank him down, her warm lips brushing lightly against his cold neck.
His eyes widened with slight shock. He was the vampire here.
She clutched harder to his robe, burying her face totally into the croak of his neck. The sensation he felt made him shut his eyes momentarily as he fought harder to hang on to his restraint.
So damn difficult!
The next words that slipped past her lips did nothing to help his struggles.
"Stay with me, please."
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