Chapter 24
Mila
His eyes shift to a new shade of blue with tiny smears of hazel in the center, like a fire about to flare into a blaze so scalding it will melt everything from my flesh to bones. “ You don ’ t know what you ’ re doing, little fox.” His voice is a turbulent mixture of malice and craving.
I know exactly what I ’ m doing.
I ’ m finally doing what Damian suggested. Yes, it took me months to build the courage, but also time to watch and learn. I studied Dash so I could become him.
The problem is that I ’ m not soulless. When I hurt others, it hurts me, too. But I ’ ll endure it as long as I can and pray that it will make Dash realize he still loves me. One last fight to see if love can prevail over hate.
I ’ ve been enjoying my art classes and making new friends, and yes, at times, I have fun, but I know my smile can only widen when Dash looks at me again, just like he is now.
“ You ’ re smiling like you won something.” He drums his fingers against his side. I know they want to reach out and grab me, but he combats it. “ You have nothing but my disdain." he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
I feel my eyes want to water. They itch and beg me to let them cry. Instead, I lick my lips, his eyes chasing the movement of my tongue.
“ You,” I swallow and grind my teeth, making sure I don ’ t stutter from fear, “ you can go now. I got want I wanted.” Turn around. Yes! You did it. I walk to his bed and pull back the covers, hearing his breath increase.
“ And what is it you wanted, little fox?” He growls, his voice so deep and husky it makes my legs tremble.
I pull my shirt off. Yes, do the next thing you planned. Do it, Mila! With shaking fingers, I unbutton my jeans and slip them down my legs until I ’ m left standing in nothing but my bra and panties.
I slide into his bed quicker than I want, but I ’ m still proud of myself; I reach for the sheets and pull them over me. “ Something to dream about.” I smirk as I lay my head on his pillow.
I clear my throat. “ You can go now. Turn the lights off on your way out.”
I close my eyes, feeling his presence lingering.
Seething.
It takes all my strength not to wiggle and squirm under it.
I feel a strange high mixed with nausea. Is this what turning into a villain feels like?No, I'm not a monster. I'm trying to save Dash and our love. I'm fighting so his hate and fear don't consume him.
I'm the hero.
Heroes have to throw punches and fight back, even if that means hurting others.
A slow, powerful exhale slithers along the plush carpet, crawling up the bed until it sinks into my ears. Footsteps move, and the light switches off, but before Dash leaves, he says, “ Be careful, little fox; dreams can turn into nightmares without you even realizing it.” He slams the door shut.
My eyes snap open; an anxious sweat coats my palms. I just started a new game, per Damian ’ s suggestion. I hope it doesn ’ t kill me in the end.