374\u2013Already In Love\u00a0<\/p>\n
Byron:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her green eyes were so beautiful that they made my heart stop for a moment. Her thick, beautiful brown hair was flowing with the wind, dancing around her finely sculpted face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her cheeks were slightly puffy, yet her jawline was sharp, giving her a very innocent look. She had soft, full lips and wore no makeup at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could see faint freckles on her nose and across her cheeks. For a while, I could do\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was such depth in her eyes that even her sadness made her look breathtaki being.\u00a0<\/p>\n
stare at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
ere a heavenly\u00a0<\/p>\n
And as for her figure, there is nothing even to say about it. I could not bring myself to notice it at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It felt as though even staring at her would be a sin, as if something so beautiful could not possibly be seen without a cost.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She looked like a closed book of sadness, one that no longer wished to be read by anyone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I am not a poet, but looking at her made me want to speak poetry. I have seen many women in my life. I have pretended to love some of them, and with others, I struggled hard to lose myself in their eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I always had to force myself to feel those emotions. That was when I started believing that maybe I was an emotionally empty person.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But when I saw her, and kept looking at her, a question rose within me. Did I even know myself until now?\u00a0<\/p>\n
If I did, then why had I always believed I could never drown in someone\u2019s beauty? Because if that belief was true, then why could I not take my eyes off this woman?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cByron,\u201d Ron called out, pulling me out of my thoughts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even then, it was so hard to look away from her that Sean had to elbow me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Ron. Right,\u201d I replied, forcing confidence into my voice. Still, it cracked slightly, and I had to clear my throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, and this is Madeline, Baxter\u2019s wife and mate,\u201d Ron said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment he introduced her, it felt as if my breath stopped, or perhaps the monster had taken my soul as well.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Whatever it was, one thing was certain. Baxter turned out to be incredibly lucky. 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWeren\u2019t you cast out?\u201d Madeline asked in a very soft, innocent voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that moment, I wanted to scream at her, tell her yes, I was cast out, and if she wanted, I was even ready to be executed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But somehow, I kept control over my emotions. I do not know what it was about her, or what suddenly happened to me. Even I could not understand it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said instead, \u201cthere were some mistakes in the past. But now I\u2019m a changed man.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could even realize what I was saying, my acting began. Acting like a good person. Even Sean stepped aside slightly. I knew he was judging me, or maybe trying to read me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Baxter was with you the entire day yesterday. Why?\u201d she asked. \u201cWhat happened? What did he find out that made him think he should go and fight the monster alone?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline took a few steps toward me, and my body froze. I wanted to tell her to stay away from me, that I was losing my mind, but I could not say a word. My confidence kept slipping the closer sh\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said, though I did not know why I said it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All three of them looked at me in confusion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I mean\u2026 yes, he was with me,\u201d I corrected myself. \u201cHe wanted to find his daughter, and because of that, he became desperate. Then I took him to a woman\u2019s house.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tried to speak properly. I explained everything that had happened, and she listened very carefully. I liked it. I wanted her to listen, wanted to keep talking, wanted her to keep looking at me the way I was looking at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what did you find out?\u201d Madeline asked gently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found out how the monster is summoned,\u201d he replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you meet that woman?\u201d I asked her respectfully. I could not remember the last time I had spoken to someone with that much respect.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She died in a robbery,\u201d she said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment she said that, Sean widened his eyes at me, almost as if he was hinting that this had been planned, that someone had that woman killed. (1\u00a0<\/p>\n
I did not know how I would explain to Sean that half my mind was numb. I was not following any theory right now. I was lost in her green eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to know, how did he summon the monster?\u201d she asked me. This time, there was urgency in her voice. I noticed Ron looking at her, probably wanting to stop her, afraid she might make the same mistake Baxter did. But I had to jump in, because suddenly, a plan formed in my mind. Her husband was already dead anyway, of that I was completely certain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe I could help her move on. I am a good man who wants to help the gorgeous woman in the whole world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt requires a ritual,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd for that ritual, it\u2019s very important that only I and the person who wants to summon the monster are alone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment those words left my mouth, a dangerous expression crossed her face. And right then, I realized I should have thought before speaking. I had ruined everything. 2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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