BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 237: Opposite Sides {2}

Chapter 237: Opposite Sides {2}

EMILIA

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It felt like I had a rock to my body, pinning me down, but I knew it was nothing but the weight of my shoulder. The pain was something else and my body still shook from it but it was nothing I can’t bear.

"My shoulder" I mumbled as I felt it, it seemed like it healed, I had nothing to worry about now, the little issue I had right now was I can’t shift into my She-lion for a while because of the silver still in my bloodstream. Fuck! Silvers are the worst! I hate those damn things, they were a nuisance, I felt like a sick kid right now and it was something I wasn’t used to because I have never been sick in my life before.

Nevertheless, I forced my body to move, I’m a mess... I need to take a damn shower.

This was definitely what I needed right now... to wash off the filth. The cool water against my skin washed all the blood and pain away but that was all but physical for the pain I felt in my chest cannot be erased.

"Dace," I said softly, placing my hand on the wall tiles. What am I gonna do now? Because I saw it clearly with my eyes, Dace had given in to his beastly instinct, it was something that was solely driving him now.

I have to find a way to find him back, I have to... if I can reach his mind as I did and install something within it then maybe, just maybe he will come back.

This was certainly all my fault, if it wasn’t for my stupid suggestion that got him more hurt than he already was, he wouldn’t have left, and he wouldn’t have to face such... I have to redo my mistake, I have to bring him, I have to bring my brother back because I can’t lose him, not ever.

But I can’t search for him right now even if I wanted to... the silver was still messing with my head, it would take a few days or so but still I can’t shift, I will just have to blur my way through, I will figure out a way.

I turned off the shower the moment I was done, walked out, and strolled to a wardrobe. This cottage house was like a safe house for my family, whenever we shifted and went into the wild for a long period of time this acted like a safe point, where we get clothes if we lost them and other stuff.

My dad had like five cottage houses like this, it was something that was kept amongst us and also hard to detect from prying eyes, it blended with the wild perfectly.

I just wore black jeans and a baggy white shirt, I whined in pain when I wore it but It was nothing I couldn’t bear.

"Fucking fuck!" But it certainly did not stop me from cursing my ass off.

I walked out of the room to the living room. It was tranquil and it got me remembering a certain Venator who saved my life.

I was both shocked and angry he turned out to be one. I was attracted to him and I still am, that was what scared the shit outta me. Nevertheless, he saved my life too, he would have finished me off when he had the chance but he didn’t... rather he carried me back here. My chest ached, where is he? Did he leave? I was suddenly feeling hollow at the thought but I pushed the feeling off when I spotted something at the kitchen counter.

I sauntered to it and found a glass of god knows what, but it was green, very green, and then some eggs and bacon. A smile found my nose when I noticed a note attached to it.

"Eat me, drink me" I mused. But too bad there was no way I was drinking this shit, it didn’t appeal to me at all.

"You better drink that"

I swirled at the sudden voice and I saw Grayson walking in, he looks so fucking gorgeous right now, with his wonderful dark blonde hair packed behind, I finally noticed he got a new shave, his hair was shaved smooth at the back but starting from his ear line there was those thick blonde hair of his, it fit him perfectly and I couldn’t help but gawk.

"You’re drooling" he intoned.

"Am I?" I said with a smirk as I backed him. "Shit!" I mumbled under my breath as I wiped it off. Of course, I would drool, he got my hormones making my mind blur. I couldn’t resist rubbing my knees together too, what’s wrong with me?

"What’s this drink?" I asked and I heard him coming from behind, my heart started racing because the more closely he got an unexplainable feeling soothed my body. I still can’t sniff his scent or read his thoughts and I won’t lie that it wasn’t peaceful, it is. But I would love to catch a whiff of his scent, I was dying to know what he smelt like, but I guess I can’t, he’s a Venator after all. And they are mostly odorless, a trait I have come to realize.

"It’s herb tonic" his words broke me out of my thoughts. He handed the drink to me. "You lost a lot of blood yesterday and you look pale right now, this will help"

"Hmm more words today I see," I said while holding the drink. "You didn’t leave, why?"

He looked to the side not saying anything, great, he was back to being silent. I just indulged myself in sipping the weird drink and I cringe with a frown.

"This taste fucking awful!" I barked at him.

"What were you expecting, something sweet?" he said.

I was about to come back at him but he held the back of my head and then my hand to the drink and forced it down my throat. It went all in, I swore it felt like I would die.

I coughed the moment the glass was off me, but too bad I can’t hurl it out, it was very much in my system right now.

"You’re mean!" I pouted at him.

And he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. "You should be thankful that’s all I am right now"

I folded my arms. "Why?" I mused. "Are you having thoughts about killing me?"

His looks turned grave, blank like paper. But I still egged him on.

"Here you’re with a werelion, tell me you don’t have the urge to kill me"

"You don’t have the faintest idea of what my urges are, Emilia"

The way he said my name caused a deep shiver to snap through me, how can a few words cause so much hurricane to my body?

"You’re weirdly attractive" I mumbled.

"So are you..." he answered in a faint tone.

So now we were playing the truthful card huh...

"Too bad you’re a Venator"

"And you’re a werelion" his words sounded close now, probably because I have already closed the distance between us while keeping my eyes on him.

I want to think but I can’t, his mere presence got my mind covered, it was like I was pulled towards a magnet that was yanking me towards me.

"But you’re still attracted to me," I said, placing my hand on his chest. I want to stop but I can’t. I want to have some hold on my actions but I can’t. Why do I feel like there was no way I could resist being near him even if I wanted a space?

He remained still like a wall watching me closely and I did too. I noticed his body tensing at my touch, maybe he wants me to take action... Do I? His looks didn’t tell me anything so I doubted myself and my approach.

I sighed retreating my hand back but he grabbed it and I gasped. Our gaze locked and that was it... because I saw it, a spark of emotion and that was all it took.

I didn’t know who moved first, maybe both of us? Our lips clashed and the fierce passion I had no idea was present between us blossomed into a thousand electricity.

It was wet, hungry, and untamed, I ran my hand through his hair in passion and I melted into a puddle, maybe down there too. I felt his chest vibrate in a groan and I took the initiative to deepen the kiss.

His hand gripped my right butt and I gasped at his action, he took control of that moment and melted me further with his eager mouth watering kiss. He raised my right leg and saddled it on his waist and a deep moan left me when I felt just exactly what I was doing to him.

He’s definitely attracted to me and I could say the same for myself because I was already a puddle of mess down there.

This was so wrong for all the right reasons because here I’m making out with a guy who lived solely in terminating my Clan.

I’m damned!