Elora POV
Running down the corridor I could hear them arguing before they abruptly stopped, tears burning my eyes as they spilled over.
“Elora stop” Silas angry voice coming to my ears, I kept running toward my old room when suddenly I felt myself get ripped back by my waist. Silas arm wrapped around me as he started dragging back down the hall. He places me on the desk, his strong grip holding me in place, he picks up my magic and shoves it in my hand. Before handing me my mother’s necklace. At first, I thought he was giving it back to me, choosing me over the curse.
“Transfer it, now I am not walking around with it in that” he states, eyeing the dildo like it was a poisonous snake.
“No,” I tell him, shaking my head.
“Now. I won’t ask again, Elora. Your childish games need to stop,” he snarls, his grip tightening.
“Silas, let her go,” Matitus growls, stepping forward.
“Not until she transfers it,” he snaps at him. Matitus grabs him, ripping him away from me. Silas goes to throw him off when Matitus slams him against the bookshelf with so much anger that Silas looks shocked. Silas regains himself before pushing him away when Matitus punches him. Making me gasp and Dragus rips me off the desk just in time for Matitus to be slammed on it. The table collapsed under the force. Silas grips the collar of his shirt and goes to punch him when Dragus tackles Silas.
An all-out brawl starting in the library as Silas fights both of them, I hear him growl loudly. And not wanting Matitus and Dragus to get hurt, I seized my magic letting it travel up my arm holding the dildo and moving across my chest, it felt warm and fuzzy like a warm breeze moving over my skin as I transferred it to my mother’s necklace.
Looking up, Silas tossed Matitus into Dragus, their feral growls deafening, and Silas’s entire body was vibrating on the verge of shifting which would destroy the entire place with his enormous beast. Silas starts stalking towards their fallen forms in front of the fireplace. Rushing over, I hit him full force knocking the air out of my lungs, but he wasn’t expecting it and was knocked off balance and I landed heavily on top of him.
He growls at me, his green and gold reptilian eyes burning into me as I sit up, shaking my head. My hands on his chest as I pushed myself up on my knees. The necklace in my hand I hit his chest, before losing my temper.
“Here! Fucking have it you asshole. I hate you. I fucking hate you, Silas,” I scream smacking his chest with my hands until my hands hurt, and I felt out breath. I knew I didn’t hurt him; knew nothing I could do would hurt him. Feeling hands grab me, I smack them away.
“Don’t touch me, please don’t touch me” I scream before breaking down, sobbing. I look up at Silas watching me like he thought I lost the plot and after weeks of his shit I finally had. I had enough, I was done. “Kill me, I can’t do this anymore. I won’t do this” I whisper, and Silas sits up grabbing my arms.
“Don’t ever say that again, Elora.” His hands were shaking with anger. My eyes snapped to him, he didn’t look angry, maybe I read him wrong.
“You have taken everything from me, everything. My entire life was ruined because you. My grandmother died to protect my magic when I didn’t even know about it. She died because you were hunting fae. My entire family died at your hands. Then you took my magic. The only thing that I have left, and you took it too. What have you sacrificed Silas? What am I to you?” I ask.
Silas shakes his head confused, I don’t know what he was thinking anymore, just another thing he took from me, our bond. The one thing I thought I hated, when in reality now that it was gone, I have never felt so empty. When he doesn’t answer, I close my eyes, willing the tears to stop before taking a breath and going to get up, when Silas rips me back down on the floor with him.
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