Pray For This

Hunnie Inzotta







"Can I cut your steak for you?"

Bahm flashes his pearly whites once Kris takes his leave.





I was a bit upset he sent Kris away like that, but Kris didn't try to put up a fight besides saying Bahm wasn't himself. We all knew, but what made Kris say this too?

They don't even speak to each other!







"Hmm?

Sure."





He stands, reaching across his way and taking my plate.

His nails then elongate, and the fork in his hands holds the steak down before his pointed finger slices a thin piece of the creamy shrimp-covered steak.





"My hands are clean, don't worry."

He wore a grin, seemingly satisfied and proud, as he cut the meat for me.





"Why did you chase Kris away?

It's his night."



My lips pout, hoping I don't trigger an unpleasant response from him once he looks up, but his jaws only clench, and he continues glaring down, cutting. When he's finished, his nails shrink against his tongue while he places my dish in front of me. The meal looked more than the five stars it was delivered, and my mouth drooled with anticipation.





"Just rough times, Hunnie, and I need you around to make it better," Bahm mumbles with his arms on the table, staring down at his untouched plate.





"Is everything alright?

Do you wanna talk about it?"





He shook his head, stating that he felt better that I was here, and began cutting his steak. I popped a few thin slices covered in sauce into my mouth, as well as shrimp. I'm sure our baby was now dancing from how fricken delicious this surf and turf-like meal was!







"Maybe, we can all start hanging out toge-"



"--No"





"So why are you all mad at Kris all of a sudd--"





"I'M NOT, HUNNIE!" He finally snaps and covers his face in shame after.







"Can WE PLEASE...

Not talk about him right now!"





Last I remembered, he felt horrible for what happened between Kris and him; now he's upset and doesn't even want me to bring Kris' name up. I was confused and must've missed something.





"I don't get it," I said, shaking my head.

Bahm sighs loudly, rolling his eyes to the ceiling before he pushes dishes away and places his arms across for me to hold. He then rests his head on the table and opens his palms. After hesitating, I finally reach in and place my hand in his.





Gently, he squeezes my hand and rubs his thumb along my knuckles. He stayed this way, not moving an inch or making a peep. When he finally lifts his head from the table, he calls my name, standing to his feet without ever letting my hand go.





"Oh, Hunnie...

I need you so!"

He approached me suddenly with red eyes, I didn't know what to think, but then he buried his head in my neck while embracing me as I just sat there stunned. Even more stunned when his sobs and croaks reach my ears.





His body starts to slide down to the ground, and he cries on my lap. My hand right away goes to his head, caressing his head and face with worry.





"B-B-Bahm, what is it?

What is going on?



Do you want to eat in your room?

Is something wrong with the baby!" He shakes his head no twice.





The harder his body shook and the quieter his cries became, I wondered if I should call Kris back, but suddenly he stopped crying, only sniffling and hugging my knees.







"I'm fine, Hunnie...Don't call anyone over.

Life is just cruel, that is all."

He stands with a wet smiling face.







Whatever did he mean?

Why is he smiling and crying...his actions frighten me to my core. He seems terribly hurt by something.



Did I commit an act earlier that he was upset at?



Hmmm...





Maybe, when I...slept?



Was this unusual act of anger towards Kris about him returning his heart, because if it was... I was so genuinely sorry...

I never meant to break up the two's friendship.



Something happened while I slept.

That's why Kris had alcohol all over his breath.





With an already emotional bond leaking like a rusty, paranoid, leaky faucet, one filled with sorrow, tears fell from my eyes involuntarily.





"As long as I can sense your aura, I think I can forget about the bad." Bahm's subliminal words and actions left me speechless. Why is he speaking in tongues all day? Both he and Kris.





What's going on?





Not surprised after his unforeseen actions earlier, Bahm sits in his chair, staring at his dish intensely as his hands grip the armrest. He's been like that ever since, and it was hard for me to eat if he was this troubled. The food would get cold, and I wasn't exactly going not to eat, but I needed to know what was going on in his head.





Bahm soon sits up, glancing at me before placing a cloth on his lap.





"Eat.

I'm not distraught...

Why are you starving yourself?"









He begins eating rather quickly right after, and it made me wonder.

"He's not infiltrating my thought right now, is he?"







"I don't mean to!" Bahm's utensils drop out of his hands, creating a loud clatter.



I gasp out loud, not expecting a quick outburst for an answer, along with the noise. His eyes searched mine for some response right away. The look in those enchanting green orbs of his was complete and desperate, one I couldn't quite understand, apart from the other face of grief.







"Talk to me...

Let's go to bed."

Pushing right out of my seat, Bahm followed me with his eyes as I approached him and demanded his hand.

His tongue slithers across his top lips, thinking in that split second of hesitation that I see, and instead, he grabs me onto his lap.







"What are you...doing," I whimpered.





"I love you, Hunnie...

I love the way you look at me.

Please don't ever change."





His words move me, and with that, he kisses my lips but breaks apart so suddenly.







"What is it." A whisper leaves my lips In reaction to his pushed-up sour face.







"You need to...

You...

You need to shower."





My eyebrows twist in confusion, and I lean away, trying to smell my scent, and then he closes his eyes tensely.







"Do I stin--

-SHIT!

IT'S KRIS!

But he's my mate..."







"NO!" He says assertively and sighs before swiping at his face.







"Sorry...I wasn't expecting...to...see you...tonight." I rambled nervously. For some odd reason, I didn't want to provoke him tonight, so I told him what he might like to hear.



Since when did he care if I smelled like Kris or not, though? They practically have the same scent!

He blows a long exhale from his nostrils before he opens up his eyes again.









"Let's go," He says between his teeth, tapping my behind to proceed. I was still a bit shaken up by him tonight. Everyone was acting weird.





The fact Kris asked me after my nap if Bahm had hurt me since he returned, and him calling Bahm unwell and not himself, made my bones chatter. Why am I left out in the dark about it?



No one might know our connection has always been mighty strong, but Bahm's emotions have flooded me like a second soul. The only exception was I was able to control The Darkness in me. He obviously couldn't, so I soothed him with my balance of light and dark. I need to help him if that is the issue.





After everything he's been through, he isn't invincible as he thinks he might be. He has feelings, a heart, and skin, and I'm sure he has a soul. He's also still a Dark Fei, but he has many types of darkness that can quickly manipulate his mind if it becomes weak, and we don't know much about his possible infinite amount of abilities.





But I, Hunnie Inzotta, Mated to The Demon-Wolf, Dark Fei King, will not let any darkness control his mind. I will be that anchor and light.



Even if he hurt my feelings by telling me to shower because of Kris' scent, I'll still stick by him.

Heavens, please hear me. Tell me what's going on with my mates.

Point me in the right direction, for not me, The Dark Witch that has bed The Demon King that may have ended your lives, but for my birth mother before me. I'm sure she was an exceptional Dark Witch that lived up to your expectations.





"Can you stop with all that Dark Magic praying of help stuff you're doing--"





--"Can you stop listening to my thoughts?!"







"I don't mean to. I swear. My abilities are running haywire right now." Bahm's lips come onto the top of my head.





"Why?"



Bahm doesn't answer me as we stand under the shower in tranquility. My head rests on his chest, my back to his body, and his head sits on mine. To avoid my question, he pulls me in a hug from behind, squeezing me gently before he pushes me against the shower wall.





"Pray you can still take me."