BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 159: Not The Same Bed

Chapter 159: Not The Same Bed

EMMA

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Spotting the house right now I never thought I would be back here, the lion’s den. After what transpired this whole time I thought this would only be in my dreams, I thought I would never see Dace again. But everything seemed to change with a snap of a finger... because I bear a mark?

I placed my hand at that particular spot... this was really happening isn’t it? I was already having a headache just thinking about it, but the truth is the more I think about it the more it was hard to picture, so I try settling for the events of right now, it was what made it possible and less uncomfortable.

I turned my head to Dace, watching as he drove, just watching him was okay, finally being here with him was okay, I don’t want to think about what lies ahead, I just wanna think about him right now, It was easier that way, right? I shifted my gaze to the Devereaux mansion, I have either been scared or uncomfortable coming back here but right now it just felt... safe?

I jumped when my door opened, and I turned to find Dace holding his hand out for me and a feeling surged within me, a smile found my lips as I unfastened my seat belt and took his hand, they always felt big and covered mine entirely and the warmth flooding out of it was enough to warm my entire body.

He bucked me to his body gently, but I gasped at his swiftness, my body brushing against his.

"What’s she thinking?" He mused watching me closely.

"N-Nothing"

"It’s okay to think, baby, but not too much"

I leveled my gaze and exhaled sharply, I felt his hand beneath my jaw shifting my gaze back to his, why did I look away in the first place? Now I don’t want to anymore.

"What’s on your mind?" he asked as his eyebrow furrowed, he studied me closely, stoic, calm. "Tell me, baby"

"I-I want us to talk about the mark" I began in a faint tone. "I know you said it’s okay if I don’t wanna talk about it and I really do, I’m just so-"

"Curious" he nods with amusement like he was waiting for me to say the exact same words. "I know you Emma, too much"

I gulped at his words because It was nothing but the truth, Dace can read me anytime like an open book. He leaned toward me and I made the mistake of holding my breath, I thought it was for a kiss or just to look me up more closely.

"You will understand it as time goes on" he looked to the side almost like he was trying to think of what to tell me and then it dawned on me, what his dad said back at the office was not everything about this mark. "There’s time Emma, and you will understand leisurely it’s better that way"

"Better than telling me directly?"

He flicked my glasses and I shut my eyes briefly at his action. "Yes, Freckles" I blushed. "Now let’s go in, I promise a certain aunt that I will take care of her niece like a gemstone"

Did he tell my aunt that? When?

Before I could speak further he was already leading me into the house. The familiar setting of the luxurious home filled me, I could never be less in awe whenever I am here, it always seemed to astound me each time, the walls, the antiques, the patterns, the curtains, everything!

I yelped when Dace swap me off my feet. "Because of the stairs," he winked.

"I’m used to it, I can go up on my own!" I protested.

"You should remember not to stress your body, after what you told me I think it’s important"

"But I’m fine" I protest further trying to move away.

"Stop moving" he chuckled as his grip on me tightened and I was locked in place, there was no saying ’No’ when it came to Dace Devereaux. So I sighed in defeat burying my face in his neck, allowing his scrumptious scent to flood my nose. I moaned because it smelt too good. It knocked me right over like a drug and I was slowly getting addicted to it. I’m already addicted to it.

"You smell so good" I mumbled.

"You do too, baby" He replied without much effort and I smiled snuggling more against him, I wish I could just stay right in this position forever, constantly inhaling his savory scent that made my mouth water, it made me hungry for something that was far from food. But when he stopped I knew sniffing was over, so I pouted, I heard a rich chuckle from him, being this close his chest vibrates from it.

"If you wanna stay longer I don’t mind"

I pulled away and met his features, this up close was spectacular and the lights in the room made it better, I had the sudden urge to lick him all over.

"Really?"

"But you will get body pains if you stay in my arms for too long"

He was more worried about my body being in pain but not bothered about the fact he will be standing just so I can remain in this position. He was already settling me down before I could recollect myself, gently.

"I will ask the cook to get you something to eat, okay?"

I twirled to the familiar space of his room, it smelt like him too and I don’t mind sticking my nose in the air but then all that feeling turned to disgust when I settled my eyes on the bed, my smile simply vanishing and something hard tightened my chest and made me feel further terrible, I was overruled by this feeling and it killed my spirit.

"Emma?"

I folded my arms facing him, he frowned when he noticed my mood and a flush of worry covered his features.

"What’s wrong, baby?"

"I don’t wanna sleep here" I mumbled, leveling my gaze, the sting was just too much when I looked at him, well the sting wasn’t from my chest but my mark and I had no idea why.