She had always been an enigma for Seâref in everything that she did. Misha Itaul had quickly become someone he trusted and admired very deeply. And yet, even though they had such happy memories together, he was still sitting outside under a balcony in silence. Heâd managed to sneak away from everyone else in an effort to alleviate the pain and anger that he held. Eddesiel Margroi had managed to get on his nerves too easily that night and in order to stop himself from jumping across the table at him, Seâref left.
It was quite obvious to him that Eddesiel was simply trying to get a reaction out of him that would cause an altercation that could possibly put him in a bad position with Varamadras. Misha had been on the farther end of the table, enthralled with some of the other Mancersâ stories and tales. Everything about the night was just horrible to Seâref.
Ever sinceâhe shook his head and hit it against the wall behind him. He didnât want to think about it, the incident went horribly wrong in his book and he was feeling not only frustrated but also a little hurt by it all.
A snide comment from Eddesiel began the entire argument that had caused Misha to walk away from him. He didnât really blame her in the end considering how angry he had been, but they hadnât spoken in over a day and that hadnât happened in a very long while. So there he was sitting outside while his secret girlfriend was inside smiling and laughing as if nothing was wrong, and her ex was smirking to himself for causing Seâref to leave.
The entire situation was intolerable.
The door to squeaked open and he would have cringed if he wasnât already grimacing. Heâd hoped whoever it was would continue walking, yet they didnât and he forced himself to look sideways. Of course it was her.
He held no indication he was going to speak first and as much as he would rather things go back to how they were, the demon just couldnât push back the feelings within him.
âAre you alright?â She didnât sit down beside him, but there was a genuine look of concern on her face.
âPerfectly.â His tone was even, not at all like his usual voice that tended to be hinted with affection for her.
âWhy are you still so upset?â His gaze returned to being angry.
âYou know damn well why, Misha. How can you even expect me to sit near him now?â
âI had hoped that youâd be a civilized person, Seâref.â With full first names being thrown around, another argument was on the horizon, and he couldnât find it in himself to stop it because at least now he could get out everything he held in.
âTell that to your ex-lover. How can you ignore that he still pines after you? And how could you even keep that from me?â
âIt wasnât of your concern! You should not doubt my loyalty to you.â
âItâs hard not to when you keep something like that from me. You two have history, I deserved to know.â His jealousy as well as deep rooted insecurity filled him and Seâref found himself standing to stare down at her. A voice in the back of his mind reminded him how much he enjoyed seeing the passion in her eyes. âThen again you donât even want others to know weâre together, so I suppose that deems me unworthy again.â The strike was low and he knew very well it was too far, but he couldnât take it back now and he had been frustrated with their entire situation for a while.
âFine. If you want to act this way and insult me than I see no reason for us to continue on. If you cannot respect me and my wishes, if you cannotâwe are through.â He knew the words that she nearly spewed and they were the same that had been tugging on the edges of his lips as well.
As he contemplated, however, Misha was already storming through the rain towards home. He clenched his jaw and fists with a split decision before him. He took two long strides and he had caught up with her, the water around them bouncing off their angered and hurt forms. His arm caught onto her arm and tugged her back tightly. His lips pressed against his and his hands held her against him. She pushed against him only slightly before giving into the kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, with a sigh that was lost in the rain.
âYou are utterly frustrating, My Lady,â his lips brushed against hers once more, âbut I love you.â He was tired of her walking away from him and he was tired of having to control his urge to just hold her hand or kiss her in public. âI just wish to show everyone else.â A slight smirk appeared on his lips, âAnd be able to brag to Eddesiel.â Her arms hit against his chest but the situation had quickly changed from anger to adoration. He didnât mind that she hadnât responded yet as his hands went up to cup her cheek.
Her gaze stayed on his as she looked as serious as heâd ever seen her. âI love you too.â