Wish Upon A Demon
27.

27.

CHAPTER - TWENTY SEVEN

I couldn’t concentrate in school the next day.

My mind revolved around the events of the previous night. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t forget, nor could I turn my attention elsewhere. I wanted to cry, just the let the tears flow. Maybe that could calm me down. I was stupid last night. I had given in to the voice that whispered in my ear and let myself submit to him. I didn’t regret it, but it was wrong of me. It was wrong of me to allow someone get so close to me, intimate with me when he wasn’t even in his right mind. He was probably regretting it now.

The problem was, I didn’t want him to regret it. If what happened last time, happened when he was not so drunk on that odd colored liquid, I would have a been a bit at ease. It would have convinced me that he really wanted me as much as I wanted him. But it didn’t. For all I know, he could’ve been thinking of someone else during that time. However, every time it played in my head – which was a lot, I could feel myself blushing. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t control it either. It was a lot to handle for me. I was a goddamn virgin who was given her first taste of pleasure last night. And I liked it. I liked to the point where I could imagine myself getting addicted to it.

A drop of water hit my head.

I looked up to find the clouds dark and grey before numerous rain droplets came pelting down. I was drenched from walking under the rain, but I didn’t care. Michael Kingston offered me a ride earlier, claiming he would talk - explain about the incident in the alley, but I turned him down. I knew better than to trust a hunter. Michael might carry the exterior of a normal teenager, but both he and Nolan had their own secrets and reasons for vengeance. I knew for a fact that they would do anything to obtain revenge, even if it meant locking away their classmate and newly turned demon in one of their torture chambers.

I took the turn to my house.

The first thing that caught my eye was the broken porch. Guaranteed it did make sounds as we walked and I did expect it to break any moment, the way it was broken right now made me realize that this didn’t take place due to someone walking on it, this looked like the condition of a porch when someone stomped or cracked it, purposefully. I looked up to find that the door, this time, had literally flown off its hinges, and lay on the floor. They were several people inside, my father wasn’t one of them, but someone I knew was. Verona King.

“Hello dear, I believe we need to talk.”

I wake up with a gasp.

What happened before felt like a dream, but when my eyes catch sight of the medieval timed furniture, I know it was too bad to be a dream. Verona King entered first, neatly dressed and a smile on her face putting up the façade that every demon Queen would have put up until they add drops of their son’s blood into your tea. A brooding Zylen followed her. For some reason, my body and mind felt calm, relaxed and alive when he entered. His closeness was affecting me a lot, and the demon transition was to blame for it. I had been told that the transition would heighten any feelings held before, which was proved real since my craving for both chocolate and Zylen had increased.

His eyes refused to meet mine, making me restless. I wanted to see his hazel eyes once more. Guaranteed, his purple eyes were captivating and beautiful but his hazel eyes had a tantalizing effect on them. “How do you feel?” Verona King reaches for me, and I instantly crawl back on the plush bed. Her smile falters but she doesn’t drop it, as she takes a few steps back. “I – I feel fine,” I say, a few seconds later. Verona nods and prepares to leave. “I’ll ask one of the maids to send something up.” She’s almost out the door when turns, “Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned or filled with demon blood, so don’t hold back.” She says.

I knew I had hurt her, but hey, she turned me into a full-fledged demon. I think I had to the right to hurt her the slightest bit considering how she turned me into an immortal with powers, which now that I think properly, doesn’t sound that bad.

It takes me a moment to realize that I’m alone with Zylen in the room.

I internally pleaded with the lord that he didn’t remember what happened last night. I couldn’t bear to make a fool of myself further. I hoped that the odd liquid he’d consumed that got him drunk, also took away his memories for the night. I pleaded – no, begged, that he didn’t even know he’d been at my house, but everything shattered when I felt his lips pull up into that teasing, taunting smirk which made me widen my eyes. I crawled further back on the bed, and in a split second, my ankle was caught in the hands of a very tempting looking demon. I was pulled down, flat on my back, as Zylen King moved in between my legs, staring me in the eye as he did so. I swallowed slightly, not fond of the position we were in.

The last time I was underneath him, things happened that I didn’t want to describe.

“Brings back memories doesn’t it, Faye?” He spoke as though the events hadn’t taken place yesterday, but centuries ago. “Let me go,” I try to wiggle from underneath him, “Please,” I add when he makes no move to free me from the cage he has me in with his hands. There’s a knock on the door. With the same taunting smirk, Zylen rolls off me, leaving me breathless even though nothing had happened. I inch towards the door and slowly open it, not allowing anyone to get a glimpse of the demon on the bed.

A woman dressed in a maid’s outfit came bearing a close tray, which I presumed was the food Verona King had sent me. I took it from her hands, not allowing her inside, and closed the door. And then I laid it on the table beside me. “Why am I here, again?” I ask, keeping my distance from the bed in case he decided to trap me underneath him once more. “My mother.” He sighs. I see him pull out something from his packet, and I don’t know what it is until a cigarette is pulled out of the pack. Zylen King lights it in front of me, eyes flickering up and catching mine, a smirk playing on his lips.

“That’s harmful, you know,” I say before I can stop myself. Zylen’s eyes never leave mine as he takes another drag, blowing the smoke out, “I’m immortal.” He says, casually, lifting the cigarette up for another drag. I turn my eyes away. “I need to go home. I have several assignments pending.” I say, lowering my head to see my jeans when I realize that like last time, I’m in a gown. This time it’s much more simple and comfortable, not to mention the fabric is like silk, maybe even silk. “That’s your problem.” Zylen King tells me and from the corner of my eye, I see him getting comfortable on the bed, exhaling the smoke, the smirk not leaving his lips.

“Just help me get home, please,” I ask. My fists clench by my side, when he leans back further, carefree. “Not until my mother has the chat she mentioned earlier.” Zylen King murmurs, rolling his eyes. I vaguely remember Verona King standing in front of me, in my house, telling we needed to talk before I had felt the pinching sensation and everything turned to darkness. I sigh. My grades were dropping lately – courtesy to demon prince who enjoyed toying with me and distracting me. I needed good grades to get to a good college and a good job. If I let myself be distracted further, my life would go downhill. I shouldn’t let that happen, I shouldn’t be distracted anymore.

“Up, up, The Queen is calling.” Zylen King says crushing the cigarette with his mere fingertips, before grabbing my hands in a flash, pulling me along with him. We reach that same spot in the gardens from before where Verona and I had spoken before. Verona is sitting calmly, her back to us. We go towards the table set up and take our seats. A woman appears and pours the same lemon tea I was given before in the same place. I can feel Verona eyeing me as I eye the tea. “It’s fresh honey, free of blood.” She says, not mockingly or in a way to hurt my feelings, but in a way that shows my words and actions had hurt her.

“Can we get this over with?” Zylen leans back in his chair. I see Verona reach behind her and hand what looks like bubblegum to Zylen. “You know I don’t favor the smell of smoke, and I don’t like it when my son smokes either.” She says. Zylen’s carefree attitude doesn’t vanish, but he does except the bubblegum type thing from his mother. “What – what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” I ask. Her gaze snaps to mine, the cold exterior put up for her delinquent son vanishing and the warm feeling returning. “I don’t know how to say this to you, Faye.” Verona starts. “Get to the point, mother.” Zylen grits out, chewing the bubblegum.

“When Elvive’s and my husband’s engagement was broken off, it came as quite a shock to the kingdom. Since Orlando didn’t want the kingdom to take their wrath out on me, he advised a solution.” Verona says, and takes a breath before continuing, “He promised to his subjects that his child and Elvive’s child, one day when of age, would get married, and the two kingdoms would unite.” She says and catching my confused gaze, she adds on.

“In the kingdom of Friella, only girls are born to the Royals and women have been the only ones to ever lead the kingdom.” I nod in understanding, not knowing where this was going. My head was swirling in thoughts and I couldn’t think straight. I see Zylen sitting calmly next to me, no longer holding the smirk. “Where do I fit into this?” I ask, stupidly. Something told me I knew what she was going to say next. It was like I had guessed it before. But my head had begun hurting out of nowhere, and I couldn’t think properly or guess what she was going to say.

“Zylen is the future king and Orlando’s child and you Faye, you are the rightful heir to the throne of Friella, the ascendant of Elvive which makes you the one who will help in uniting the kingdoms,” Verona says. “Oh, just spit it out, mother,” Zylen growls when he sees my clueless expression. And when Verona does come to the point, a second later, I feel myself falling off the chair I was seated on. As I fall down, the same words what she said a second earlier, swirl around my head until it’s all darkness.

“What I’m trying to say, Faye is that for the kingdoms to unite, you and Zylen have to get married.”

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