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"Accendo," I whispered, watching as the blade slide out from the hilt and light on fire, covering the entire alleyway in a soft glow.
The light reflected off of North's figure, but he didn't seem fazed; he was still smiling.
"Stupid—stupid girl," North said, making a tsk noise. "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into, do you?"
I glared. "What are you talking about?"
He smiled. "Sebastian... my brother. He's mine, you know. It was cruel that you turned him against me."
I narrowed my eyes.
So that was why... I took Sebastian from him; that's why North wanted to kill me.
"So, I'm guessing Sebastian gave you the whole backstory?" North suggested, eyes glowing dangerously as the lamp above him flickered with the wind.
"That you're a demon?" I said, holding the knife out in front of me. "Yes."
He sighed and tipped his head back. "You're awfully self-confident. Only a couple months ago you were afraid of me. Now you want to kill me? How you've changed, Skye. How you've changed."
"What do you want?" I demanded.
He glanced over at me, eyes glowing red in anger. "Watch that tone."
"You don't control me," I hissed.
"But I'm guessing Sebastian does?" he said.
I shrank back, brows drawing together. "What?"
"He's controlling you?" North inquired. "I mean... that's what relationships are, aren't they? Control?"
I glared. "You know nothing about love! You know nothing about feeling."
"I pretend to know," he said, waving his hands sarcastically, "blah—blah. All my victims said the same thing, hoping to piss me off in order for me to not kill them. So I'd mess up?" His eyes flickered to mine. "I'm a psychopath, Skye, not a sociopath. I don't feel anger."
I gave him a look. "You got the psychology on that wrong." I pointed the knife at him threateningly. "Psychopaths feel anger, but it's over exaggerated, whereas sociopaths feel anger like everyone else. Although... psychopaths and sociopaths lack empathy and emotional connection."
"Oooh," North said, laughing, "someone's smart, aren't they?"
"You've killed countless humans!" I yelled to him, though he just smirked. "How are you not in hell yet, North?!"
He tipped his head to the side. "In order to detain me," he explained darkly, "the angels have to catch me, Skye."
I glared. "You're a monster."
"I've been told that before," he said, checking his nails before glancing up. "Quite frequently, actually. It's getting boring."
I gritted my teeth. "You're a daem."
"And you're a half-blood," he explained, brows arched. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You're a demon!" I yelled.
His eyes darkened, though the smile was still there. "And you're a descendant of a corrupt government. Do you know how many innocent civilians your mother forced to fall?"
"I am not my mother," I hissed.
"You were always your mother, Skye," he replied smoothly.
I glared at him. "Why do you keep following me when you know the moment Sebastian comes out here, you're dead?"
He chuckled. "Sebastian is still at the booth, Skye, sending the orders." He glanced up. "By the way, on the topic of Sebastian, how is you're beautiful relationship?"
"You're mocking me," I noticed.
"Clearly," he replied, giving me a look before he smiled. "Although you don't seem to notice yet."
"Notice what?" I demanded.
His eyes glowed red slightly. "That your lovey-dovey Sebastian isn't who he seems."
I stilled, but stammered for a moment. "You're just trying to separate us!"
"You know it, though," he said darkly, "don't you? He's keeping something from you, he snaps at you, it seems like our past is your fault in his eyes. Why do you think that is?"
My brows drew together.
"Sebastian is a smooth talker, Skye," North explained to me, smirking. "He always has been. He has charm."
"But he loves me," I said, something cold coming over me.
"I suppose he does," North said, shrugging, "but it still doesn't change the fact that he's lying to you about something, Skye. And you know he is."
I stayed there for a moment, doubt clouding my mind.
"Sebastian might be all lovey-dovey to you, Skye," North said, smirking as the lamp above him kept blinking. "But he's not who he seems."
And he vanished, his cold laugher fluttering in the air around me as I stared off in the distance, irises beating in fear.
*****
"You've been gone a while," Sebastian said as I stepped up to the table, trying to keep my composure. "I was about to look for you."
I chuckled nervously. "Had girl problems."
He just watched me for a moment, studying my stance as I avoided eye-contact. "You okay?"
I nodded, spiraling my noodles onto my fork and started eating. "Yep."
His lashes lowered as he regarded me, but I refused to be fazed.
North was right, though... he was keeping something from me.
Something bad.
"Skye..." Sebastian urged.
I gazed up. "Yes?"
He watched me for a moment. "You look pale. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yep," I replied, continuing to eat my noodles, "peachy. Just hungry, that's all."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, but I just continued to eat. "Alright, well... I wanted to show you something while we're out. Is that okay?"
I gazed up then, forcing myself to lock eyes with him. "What?"
He smiled slightly, tipping his head to the side as he brushed some hair away from my face, though my stomach jolted—not in disgust, in uncertainty.
"My old house," he explained, cupping my cheek. "The one my siblings and I lived in before the mansion."
I pulled my fork away from my mouth. "Why...?"
He looked confused for a moment. "Well... I was going to tell you about my family. Is that... okay?"
I stared for a moment before nodding, "Uhm... yeah. That's fine."
"Alright," he said, looking slightly suspicious, "then we'll... go after you're done, okay?"
I nodded, continuing to eat my noodles.
"Skye..." he said again, "is something wrong?"
"Nope!" I said cheerfully, fearing my voice wavered. "Just excited to see your old life, that's all."
He continued staring at me while I finished my meal.
