Chapter 32
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It has been hours since Damon left the room. I felt free. Like literally. I did every activities I couldn't do when he's around. Like shaving my legs.
I don't know about you but I really hate it when someone's watching me while I'm getting rid of my hairs. He's worse than a CCTV camera. Worse than a dog tailing its owner. Can't even leave me for a second... and that's making me feel like an abandoned shit right now.
He hasn't come back since he left. I don't want to go out and find him. It'll be pathetic. It was me who made him leave and now I'm longing for him when he has only been gone for like five hours. He'll make fun of me once he knew that I'm missing him.
But what if something bad happened? What if he hasn't come back yet because someone tried to harm him? Nahh... Who would dare? He's a dragon. The most powerful creature in Vortaxia. No one would even dare block his way.
I immediately make myself busy by pretending to read a book when I heard the door open.
"Hey baby," I heard him say. His voice sounds weak? Is he sick?
I put the book away and look at him worriedly. "Where you've been?" I wasn't able to hold myself back anymore. His tired face worries me. What the hell happened to him? His lips are cracked and his clothes are soiled. The look in his eyes might be showing me relief right now but he looks really exhausted. Like he flew for five hours nonstop.
He walks to me and bury his face in my neck. His hot breaths give me tingling sensation but I'm too worried to think about that. I lifted my arms when he snaked his strong arms around my waist.
"What's wrong?" I asked again but I received nothing.
He snuffled in my neck. I bit my lower lip when he started planting small kisses there.
"Are you not going to answer me?" I said in an annoyed tone. He heaved a sigh and give me his answer.
"Spare me this moment baby. I need to restore my mana." He bury his face more.
"What have you been doing?"
"I didn't do anything. Being away from you drains me," he whispered.
My heart clenched. Oh no... I didn't know. Guilt crossed my face. I lifted my hand to play with his hair. "I'm sorry," I said in a small voice. I can feel his lips moving to a smile on my skin.
"It's okay. I knew you needed your time alone. It's just that we, dragons, are very clingy. Our orb automatically weakens when our parsens are far from us. It's a thing to us dragons baby." He gave me a soft kiss.
"Why you didn't tell me?" My voice cracked. I can't help but to feel guilty.
"I didn't have to. You missed me right? That's enough for me baby." I smiled. He really knows how to me melt me with his sweet words.
We lay on the bed. His head's on my chest. Hugging me like a big baby. I play his blonde hair.
"I've always wanted to ask you this." I heaved a deep sigh and trace his tall nose.
"Hmmm?" he asked.
"I just noticed. When I first saw him... He has a really dark aura surrounding him. I also don't understand why your father is so obsessed with your stepbrother. Like he's treating him better than you. He also has this frantic look on his face while he's talking to you. Like he hates you so much."
I wasn't able to hide the bitterness in my tone. I feel bad for him.
"I'm used to it," he answers. There's no hint of resentment or anything. It was a plain honest answer. Just feeding my curiosity.
"Getting used to it is not a good thing. You should be mad. You should anger your father. He should be giving you the attention he's giving to Draco. You're his real child." I'm not telling him to be resentful. It's more of like a question because that's how normal sons and daughters would react. And it's totally normal. But Damon? He's just letting it happen. Making it worse.
He sighs.
"I don't need it. He can have my father."
"The point is he's treating you unfairly."
"The point is I don't care whether he likes me or not."
Now is my turn to sigh. He looked at me and smiled.
"I know you're worried. But it's really okay. Not caring about it is my best option. He liked Draco because he's the son of Lucio," he said bitterly. I arched my brows. Not minding his busy hand.
"Who is Lucio?"
"The last pure Dragon. A rare gift in Dragonia." I pouted my lips and try to digest what he said.
So that's why? Apart from the fact that Draco is one of the mentioned Vortans in Gaviel's prophecy, he's acting all high and mighty because his father's a huge name in our world.
He has a reason to boast. But not reasonable enough for me.
"You don't feel bad or anything?" I asked worriedly. I'm getting emotional when I'm talking about my parents and I know for sure that he is too. My parents died for me because of love. But his father live, not for him, but for his stepson, Draco. That's worse.
"Can we not talk about it? You're spoiling the moment," he huffs. I smiled and kiss his forehead. Feels new that I'm the one doing it to him.
"Aww that felt nice," he mumbles.
We cuddled for hours. Talked about our life when we were still normal creatures. Well I mean when I was still a normal human being. I learned that he grew in Vortaxia. He had a short vacation in Earth and was attending a party when we met.
We've exchanged our first impressions with each other. Shared our secrets. Vent our problems and insecurities. I've never felt so comfortable with someone before. I forced him to share me his weakness. He kept on saying that he doesn't have one but I didn't believe him.
"Come on! It's normal to have weakness. That what makes us creatures with emotions. Just tell me. Please. Pretty please!" I used my ultimate cute power but he just smirk and stole a kiss from my lips.
"Fine... My weakness is you."
Uhh. Cheese.
"What kind of dragon are you?" I changed the topic. He told me about the kinds of dragon already but he never mentioned his kind.
My smile faded when he looked away. He doesn't want to answer.
"Oh... It's okay if you don't want to answer." I was about to move to another topic when he speaks.
"I have no kind. My kind's unknown. Still unknown."
