"I hate you for making me love you." I snapped him in a low voice.

My tone having no effect on him. He knew I loved him. No matter what. Just like I knew he did.

He didn't hold me in his arms like he usually would. He stayed near me, my hand holding his wrist. But he didn't make any move.

He somehow looked angry. Furious. They lacked the spark he always had. They lacked the love and adoration and softness when he looked at me. I knew something ran deep into his mind. Something far more dangerous than I could ever think.

"Damion?" I asked.

He just kept looking at me waiting for me to continue.

I didn't need to ask him anything. He understood what I was asking about.

He shook his head.

"It's nothing." He replied.

"Yes, the blood on your shirt is nothing." I snapped him in a furious voice.

He studied me for a moment.

"You have seen dried blood stains on my shirt Argyl. I was in the Dark Wing." He said trying to ignore the topic. But not right now. The hell I wasn't gonna give up.

"Yes I have. And they aren't this big. What happened? Are you okay?" I asked stepping closer to him placing on palm on his cheek. His eyed didn't soften. I knew something was up.

"I am fine." He said.

"The hell you are!" I glared at him.

"Switching the roles are we?" He asked calmly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Damion, what happened?" I asked him again.

"Argyl I don't want to talk about it." He said in an emotionless tone leaving no room to argue.

I hated him for this.

I closed my eyes shut. I knew if he didn't want me to know, he would never in million years tell me. I knew he was stubborn. Always doing what he wanted. Making things go his way.

"Should we go upstairs?" He asked.

I breathed out heavily and opened my eyes nodding at him.

He gripped my hand in a moment. His eyes settling on the bruises I had on my hand.

He glared at me once but didn't say anything. Gently holding my hand trying not to hurt me in any way, he walked us upstairs to our room.

"I will take a shower." I told him and he nodded looking at me.

I skipped into the bathroom. Stripping down from my clothes, I stood under the hot water. The bruises burnt. The cuts hurting but only for few moments. My tensed muscles started to relax under the hot water. Pain easing out to some extent.

I stood there for a long time. Thinking about everything. I knew something was up. I knew something was wrong. He was hiding something from me. A really big thing.

I couldn't possibly guess it. I wanted to know but I know he won't tell me.

I stepped out of the shower, changing into one of his loose t-shirts like every night.

I walked out of the bathroom to see him standing near the window staring at the dark wing. It easily merged into the darkness outside. I placed my hand on his shoulder standing beside him. His hand instinctively wrapped itself around my waist. He pulled me into him from the side.

His eyes didn't leave the Dark Wing. I placed my other hand on his chest.

"I almost killed Isaias today." He said in a voice barely above whisper.

It took me a moment to register what he said.

He killed him. He almost killed Isaias. Damion loosing control was not a daily thing. He was so patient that I hardly see him using a high tone. His calm collected voice was dangerous than any angry voice.

"What did he do?" I asked him.

He didn't look at me. His eyes hardening. His grip around my waist tightened. His fingers digging into my skin. I felt his heart rate increasing.

I knew I asked the wrong question.

I stood there silent. I didn't force him. But I knew Isaias did something really bad.

We stayed there for few minutes. Damion glaring at the wing and I, trying to read what was going in his mind. Like always, gazing into his eyes. But they didn't give anything away except for anger. Pure fury.

They burned like fire. Shooting daggers. I knew he was very disturbed and angry. I knew, but I couldn't do anything. I didn't like seeing him like this.

I closed my eyes for a moment licking my lips and turned him to face me opening my eyes.

I placed both of hands on his face and raised myself tip toeing. I softly placed my lips on his and he stayed there quiet. Letting me kiss him. His lips slowly moved against mine. But not like they move every other time. He let me take the control.

His hands stayed on my waist and mine, on his face.

I pulled back looking into his eyes.

"What is going on Damion?" I asked him in a low voice.

He didn't answer me. He kept looking at me.

"I love you." He whispered.

I nodded looking at him.

"I am selfish Argyl. I am not letting you go." He said.

"I am not asking you to let me go Damion. I don't want you to." I said assuring him. I was trying to make him feel better in whatever way possible.

It's funny how I was angry on him before few hours. How I didn't want to see him. But everything comes later.

He needed me and I was going to be there for him. No matter what. We could argue on his caveman ways later too. This wasn't the time.

He closed his eyes. I knew something was terribly wrong. He never behaved like this. He was never this angry.

"I guess we should sleep." He said and I nodded slightly.

He let go of me walking to the table, taking out his gun and knife placing it on the table.

"I will be a back." He said and I nodded. He walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower being turned on after minutes.

I sighed walking to the bed. I settled on it pulling on the covers.

I thought about what could possibly have happened. But I couldn't think of anything convincing.

I just sat there. Spinning my knife in my fingers. Thinking.

The water was turned off and he came out after few minutes.

Walking to the bed, he switched off the lights and I placed my knife on the night stand.

He got into the bed and I moved towards him. His hand wrapped around me as I snuggled deeper into his embrace. He didn't say anything.

Neither did I. We just lay there. We both were awake but he was lost in some thought and I, well I was lost in his eyes.

There was a thunder in his eyes. The calm cool depths of electrifying blue had different life in them. Something I knew was killer. Something so ruthless, so dark that the person it was directed to should run for the hills.

It was disaster. It was death.

You wouldn't want to know what ran through his mind that moment. Cause it would scare you for life.

But, I was dying to.

Hey Marshmallows! And my Marshmallow 😂!

Here you go with another chapter.

Damion! He needs to tell her. *Deep breaths* *It's fine Quincey. It's fine.*

I absolutely love it when she keeps all her problems at a side and stays with him. 😭♥️.

I can't wait for you guys to read the next chapters. Keep your tissues ready honeys. You going to fall deeply for him.😭😭😭.

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