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‘Do you want me to go with you?’ Maud’s voice asked her softly as she slid the last pin in the dark chestnut mass of Evangelina’s hair. Lifting her dark eyes slowly up to meet the hazel eyes of her maid, she didn’t immediately answer but the look in her gaze told more than words could have. Maud had been there for her when she’d crashed downward from the breaking awareness that she’d never have been enough to Nikos. There would always be someone else for him to fall in love or lust with or whatever it was that he did with them. She was just another notch on a bedpost even if for her it had been love.
Her gaze glazed over softly at that thought. Had. It had been love. Dropping her gaze with a faint smile, she looked down at the way her small hands wrung each other in her lap. Yes, it had been love but the key word was ‘had’. Somewhere through all the ups and downs of this, it had gone from she was in love with him to she had been in love with him… once. She’d grown and the wounds of the past had turned to scars and the broken pieces had been mended back together. She’d never be entirely whole where he was concerned but she’d learned how to move on and she was happy with who she had become.
“No,” she said. Her hands fell away from her lap as she met her own gaze in the looking glass and sucked in a breath. He’d once destroyed her confidence and since that time several years ago, she’d been waiting for the moment that she’d see it there shimmering back at her. Had Gavriil gave her back her confidence? He’d made her feel powerful, womanly. She’d gotten herself together and had no intention of ever letting someone rob her of that again.
Giving a pinch to her cheeks to accent the color, she stood up and turned around for Maud’s inspection. Her maid gave a slow appraisal and smiled with a nod, ‘I thought you might say that. It was never that you weren’t good enough for him.’ Maud reached out and cupped her cheek, ‘You made him a priority but he made you just an option. It’s his loss.’ Evangelina felt the sting behind her eyes, she wasn’t going to cry. Pulling her maid into a quick hug, before she spun and hurried off while her aunt’s house was still quiet.
The stable had already prepared Altair for her, so there was no time wasted as she stepped into the saddle and gave the grey stallion a nudge that generated a small leap and finding the steady rhythm of a canter on the second beat of his step. There wasn’t anywhere that she felt more at home then on the back of a horse. Her legs wrapped around his broad barrel and let her body sink deeply into the easy ups and downs of his movement. She was able to simply exist in the here and now.
Finding her way onto the beach, she slowed the powerful stallion and finally pulled him up, the deep forest green silk cloak draped over her head while the hem skirted down draping over the hindquarters of her stallion. It wasn’t by chance that she’d chosen to wear the luxurious green cloak, it was a small nod to her future husband. Gathering her reins in one hand, reached down and gave the old white stallion a good pat on the neck, “You’re such a noble old gent, Altair.”
The morning air held notes of crisp, brininess of the sea. The sounds of seagulls and waves became background noise. Staring out at the sea, she let her mind drift off into thoughts as she waited for him. They might have had a falling out and maybe she wasn’t important to him but he’d been important to her once upon a time. After running into his father at Gavriil’s house, she didn’t trust her engagement to be kept quiet for much longer and this was something she wanted him to hear from her… not from his father… or anyone else.
She snorted. It was probably a long shot and undoubtedly pure silliness. He’d moved on. She’d moved on. So it shouldn’t have mattered that much, but it did. Not for any other reason but because she intended on getting some closure between them before she married Gavriil. She wasn’t going to ruin something good for something that had left her so broken and shattered that she hadn’t left her bed for almost three days after their fallout.
Her teeth caught her bottom lip, she wasn’t the girl she’d once been. She was more. Tilting her head back she stared up at the still grey sky. Gavriil had unlocked something inside of her… the part of her that had lingered in the shadows had combined with the girlish side of her. She’d always had the power to make a man worship her body but she’d never quite known what to do with it. She wasn’t lacking. She wasn’t an option. She was more. Today, it was Nikos turn to lose. Evangelina had found her place and it wasn't with him.
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‘Do you want me to go with you?’ Maud’s voice asked her softly as she slid the last pin in the dark chestnut mass of Evangelina’s hair. Lifting her dark eyes slowly up to meet the hazel eyes of her maid, she didn’t immediately answer but the look in her gaze told more than words could have. Maud had been there for her when she’d crashed downward from the breaking awareness that she’d never have been enough to Nikos. There would always be someone else for him to fall in love or lust with or whatever it was that he did with them. She was just another notch on a bedpost even if for her it had been love.
Her gaze glazed over softly at that thought. Had. It had been love. Dropping her gaze with a faint smile, she looked down at the way her small hands wrung each other in her lap. Yes, it had been love but the key word was ‘had’. Somewhere through all the ups and downs of this, it had gone from she was in love with him to she had been in love with him… once. She’d grown and the wounds of the past had turned to scars and the broken pieces had been mended back together. She’d never be entirely whole where he was concerned but she’d learned how to move on and she was happy with who she had become.
“No,” she said. Her hands fell away from her lap as she met her own gaze in the looking glass and sucked in a breath. He’d once destroyed her confidence and since that time several years ago, she’d been waiting for the moment that she’d see it there shimmering back at her. Had Gavriil gave her back her confidence? He’d made her feel powerful, womanly. She’d gotten herself together and had no intention of ever letting someone rob her of that again.
Giving a pinch to her cheeks to accent the color, she stood up and turned around for Maud’s inspection. Her maid gave a slow appraisal and smiled with a nod, ‘I thought you might say that. It was never that you weren’t good enough for him.’ Maud reached out and cupped her cheek, ‘You made him a priority but he made you just an option. It’s his loss.’ Evangelina felt the sting behind her eyes, she wasn’t going to cry. Pulling her maid into a quick hug, before she spun and hurried off while her aunt’s house was still quiet.
The stable had already prepared Altair for her, so there was no time wasted as she stepped into the saddle and gave the grey stallion a nudge that generated a small leap and finding the steady rhythm of a canter on the second beat of his step. There wasn’t anywhere that she felt more at home then on the back of a horse. Her legs wrapped around his broad barrel and let her body sink deeply into the easy ups and downs of his movement. She was able to simply exist in the here and now.
Finding her way onto the beach, she slowed the powerful stallion and finally pulled him up, the deep forest green silk cloak draped over her head while the hem skirted down draping over the hindquarters of her stallion. It wasn’t by chance that she’d chosen to wear the luxurious green cloak, it was a small nod to her future husband. Gathering her reins in one hand, reached down and gave the old white stallion a good pat on the neck, “You’re such a noble old gent, Altair.”
The morning air held notes of crisp, brininess of the sea. The sounds of seagulls and waves became background noise. Staring out at the sea, she let her mind drift off into thoughts as she waited for him. They might have had a falling out and maybe she wasn’t important to him but he’d been important to her once upon a time. After running into his father at Gavriil’s house, she didn’t trust her engagement to be kept quiet for much longer and this was something she wanted him to hear from her… not from his father… or anyone else.
She snorted. It was probably a long shot and undoubtedly pure silliness. He’d moved on. She’d moved on. So it shouldn’t have mattered that much, but it did. Not for any other reason but because she intended on getting some closure between them before she married Gavriil. She wasn’t going to ruin something good for something that had left her so broken and shattered that she hadn’t left her bed for almost three days after their fallout.
Her teeth caught her bottom lip, she wasn’t the girl she’d once been. She was more. Tilting her head back she stared up at the still grey sky. Gavriil had unlocked something inside of her… the part of her that had lingered in the shadows had combined with the girlish side of her. She’d always had the power to make a man worship her body but she’d never quite known what to do with it. She wasn’t lacking. She wasn’t an option. She was more. Today, it was Nikos turn to lose. Evangelina had found her place and it wasn't with him.
‘Do you want me to go with you?’ Maud’s voice asked her softly as she slid the last pin in the dark chestnut mass of Evangelina’s hair. Lifting her dark eyes slowly up to meet the hazel eyes of her maid, she didn’t immediately answer but the look in her gaze told more than words could have. Maud had been there for her when she’d crashed downward from the breaking awareness that she’d never have been enough to Nikos. There would always be someone else for him to fall in love or lust with or whatever it was that he did with them. She was just another notch on a bedpost even if for her it had been love.
Her gaze glazed over softly at that thought. Had. It had been love. Dropping her gaze with a faint smile, she looked down at the way her small hands wrung each other in her lap. Yes, it had been love but the key word was ‘had’. Somewhere through all the ups and downs of this, it had gone from she was in love with him to she had been in love with him… once. She’d grown and the wounds of the past had turned to scars and the broken pieces had been mended back together. She’d never be entirely whole where he was concerned but she’d learned how to move on and she was happy with who she had become.
“No,” she said. Her hands fell away from her lap as she met her own gaze in the looking glass and sucked in a breath. He’d once destroyed her confidence and since that time several years ago, she’d been waiting for the moment that she’d see it there shimmering back at her. Had Gavriil gave her back her confidence? He’d made her feel powerful, womanly. She’d gotten herself together and had no intention of ever letting someone rob her of that again.
Giving a pinch to her cheeks to accent the color, she stood up and turned around for Maud’s inspection. Her maid gave a slow appraisal and smiled with a nod, ‘I thought you might say that. It was never that you weren’t good enough for him.’ Maud reached out and cupped her cheek, ‘You made him a priority but he made you just an option. It’s his loss.’ Evangelina felt the sting behind her eyes, she wasn’t going to cry. Pulling her maid into a quick hug, before she spun and hurried off while her aunt’s house was still quiet.
The stable had already prepared Altair for her, so there was no time wasted as she stepped into the saddle and gave the grey stallion a nudge that generated a small leap and finding the steady rhythm of a canter on the second beat of his step. There wasn’t anywhere that she felt more at home then on the back of a horse. Her legs wrapped around his broad barrel and let her body sink deeply into the easy ups and downs of his movement. She was able to simply exist in the here and now.
Finding her way onto the beach, she slowed the powerful stallion and finally pulled him up, the deep forest green silk cloak draped over her head while the hem skirted down draping over the hindquarters of her stallion. It wasn’t by chance that she’d chosen to wear the luxurious green cloak, it was a small nod to her future husband. Gathering her reins in one hand, reached down and gave the old white stallion a good pat on the neck, “You’re such a noble old gent, Altair.”
The morning air held notes of crisp, brininess of the sea. The sounds of seagulls and waves became background noise. Staring out at the sea, she let her mind drift off into thoughts as she waited for him. They might have had a falling out and maybe she wasn’t important to him but he’d been important to her once upon a time. After running into his father at Gavriil’s house, she didn’t trust her engagement to be kept quiet for much longer and this was something she wanted him to hear from her… not from his father… or anyone else.
She snorted. It was probably a long shot and undoubtedly pure silliness. He’d moved on. She’d moved on. So it shouldn’t have mattered that much, but it did. Not for any other reason but because she intended on getting some closure between them before she married Gavriil. She wasn’t going to ruin something good for something that had left her so broken and shattered that she hadn’t left her bed for almost three days after their fallout.
Her teeth caught her bottom lip, she wasn’t the girl she’d once been. She was more. Tilting her head back she stared up at the still grey sky. Gavriil had unlocked something inside of her… the part of her that had lingered in the shadows had combined with the girlish side of her. She’d always had the power to make a man worship her body but she’d never quite known what to do with it. She wasn’t lacking. She wasn’t an option. She was more. Today, it was Nikos turn to lose. Evangelina had found her place and it wasn't with him.
The letter he'd received the evening before had been a surprise to Nikos. But as soon as he laid eyes on the sealed missive, there was no doubt in his mind who it was from before he'd even opened it to read what was within. Lady Evangelina Leventi. He smiled to himself as he read over the curling elegant letters and noticed that she'd only used initials. That was typical of her. She never seemed to use names when she wrote to him. He'd tucked the letter safely away, and wondered late into the night what Evie could possibly want to speak to him about.
As the sun rose the next morning, Nikos had gone about his ablutions earlier than normal. The Condos lord dressed in a fine chiton of his customary blue. He donned the typical jewels, silver today - a broad band on each of his upper arms, a silver band of laurel leaves atop his head, his House insignia ring and a a blue sapphire ring that his father had gifted him not long ago. And finally his favorite rose red cloak draped around his shoulders. He'd left an endearing note on the down pillow next to Arete's head - right where she'd see it when she awoke - telling his lover to entertain herself at the market if she wished and that he would find her later. That done, Nikos slipped out of the house and out to the stables where his favorite black steed, Frixos, was saddled and waiting. Swinging up skillfully into the saddle, Nikos wasted no time in galloping away towards the beach. He knew what stretch of ocean shore he would find Evie, for they had gone riding there together many times before.
He arrived at the appointed stretch of sand in seemingly no time at all. A smile broke his face when he spotted Evangelina astride her white stallion not far off down the beach. He slowed his mount to a trot and rode up along side the Lady Leventi. "Lady Evangelina. I have to say I was surprised to get your letter." With anyone else, Nikos may have began with polite greetings and pleasantries. But with Evie he never felt that need. Not any more. At least not when they were alone. In public of course, appearance was everything, and Nikos knew how to keep appearances. "I am pleased you asked me here. I had been meaning to get Frixos out for a good ride, but these last few days have been taxing." Nikos paused and tilted his head as he looked Evangelina over, the morning light playing in her hair and reminding him of other mornings they'd spent just like this. They were fond memories indeed. "I am curious, though, as to why you wished for this meeting?"
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The letter he'd received the evening before had been a surprise to Nikos. But as soon as he laid eyes on the sealed missive, there was no doubt in his mind who it was from before he'd even opened it to read what was within. Lady Evangelina Leventi. He smiled to himself as he read over the curling elegant letters and noticed that she'd only used initials. That was typical of her. She never seemed to use names when she wrote to him. He'd tucked the letter safely away, and wondered late into the night what Evie could possibly want to speak to him about.
As the sun rose the next morning, Nikos had gone about his ablutions earlier than normal. The Condos lord dressed in a fine chiton of his customary blue. He donned the typical jewels, silver today - a broad band on each of his upper arms, a silver band of laurel leaves atop his head, his House insignia ring and a a blue sapphire ring that his father had gifted him not long ago. And finally his favorite rose red cloak draped around his shoulders. He'd left an endearing note on the down pillow next to Arete's head - right where she'd see it when she awoke - telling his lover to entertain herself at the market if she wished and that he would find her later. That done, Nikos slipped out of the house and out to the stables where his favorite black steed, Frixos, was saddled and waiting. Swinging up skillfully into the saddle, Nikos wasted no time in galloping away towards the beach. He knew what stretch of ocean shore he would find Evie, for they had gone riding there together many times before.
He arrived at the appointed stretch of sand in seemingly no time at all. A smile broke his face when he spotted Evangelina astride her white stallion not far off down the beach. He slowed his mount to a trot and rode up along side the Lady Leventi. "Lady Evangelina. I have to say I was surprised to get your letter." With anyone else, Nikos may have began with polite greetings and pleasantries. But with Evie he never felt that need. Not any more. At least not when they were alone. In public of course, appearance was everything, and Nikos knew how to keep appearances. "I am pleased you asked me here. I had been meaning to get Frixos out for a good ride, but these last few days have been taxing." Nikos paused and tilted his head as he looked Evangelina over, the morning light playing in her hair and reminding him of other mornings they'd spent just like this. They were fond memories indeed. "I am curious, though, as to why you wished for this meeting?"
The letter he'd received the evening before had been a surprise to Nikos. But as soon as he laid eyes on the sealed missive, there was no doubt in his mind who it was from before he'd even opened it to read what was within. Lady Evangelina Leventi. He smiled to himself as he read over the curling elegant letters and noticed that she'd only used initials. That was typical of her. She never seemed to use names when she wrote to him. He'd tucked the letter safely away, and wondered late into the night what Evie could possibly want to speak to him about.
As the sun rose the next morning, Nikos had gone about his ablutions earlier than normal. The Condos lord dressed in a fine chiton of his customary blue. He donned the typical jewels, silver today - a broad band on each of his upper arms, a silver band of laurel leaves atop his head, his House insignia ring and a a blue sapphire ring that his father had gifted him not long ago. And finally his favorite rose red cloak draped around his shoulders. He'd left an endearing note on the down pillow next to Arete's head - right where she'd see it when she awoke - telling his lover to entertain herself at the market if she wished and that he would find her later. That done, Nikos slipped out of the house and out to the stables where his favorite black steed, Frixos, was saddled and waiting. Swinging up skillfully into the saddle, Nikos wasted no time in galloping away towards the beach. He knew what stretch of ocean shore he would find Evie, for they had gone riding there together many times before.
He arrived at the appointed stretch of sand in seemingly no time at all. A smile broke his face when he spotted Evangelina astride her white stallion not far off down the beach. He slowed his mount to a trot and rode up along side the Lady Leventi. "Lady Evangelina. I have to say I was surprised to get your letter." With anyone else, Nikos may have began with polite greetings and pleasantries. But with Evie he never felt that need. Not any more. At least not when they were alone. In public of course, appearance was everything, and Nikos knew how to keep appearances. "I am pleased you asked me here. I had been meaning to get Frixos out for a good ride, but these last few days have been taxing." Nikos paused and tilted his head as he looked Evangelina over, the morning light playing in her hair and reminding him of other mornings they'd spent just like this. They were fond memories indeed. "I am curious, though, as to why you wished for this meeting?"
The muffled sound of sand being churned up under a horse’s hooves drew her out of her moment of quiet revelry. It was too early for most nobles to be awake, it was the hour of the commoner but it was a comforting hour for Evangelina. The sky was starting to wake up and citrus sunlight filtered and mixed with the grey of dawn. Glancing down the length of the beach her gaze settled on the black horse moving toward her, he was as familiar to her as the rider almost. She remembered when he’d bought the black, was it really that long ago?
He pulled up just short of Altair to ride next to her. Scanning his face, her eyebrows knit together and her lips pursed as he took on the formal tone with her.
‘Lady Evangelina. I have to say I was surprised to get your letter.’ Evangelina pressed her lips a little tighter together and she pulled her gaze away from him to look out at the sea coming in with foamy white waves that curled softly and rolled up to the shoreline. ‘I am pleased you asked me here. I had been meaning to get Frixos out for a good ride, but these last few days have been taxing.’ This seemed to draw her gaze back like a magnet, but it had softened just a little as she seemed to be searching for something in his face.
Had he heard already? Had she ever mattered to him? Was it too late to spin her horse around and run away from this whole situation? One look at him and she wondered if she’d ever not feel a small twinge of regret that they’d ended before they could ever really even begin. Every bittersweet memory seemed to play out right there in front of at that moment.
It was the movement of him tilting his head that drew her from the deep end of those memories. It was evident a shadow had passed over her face though as she met his gaze and then looked down at her hands and sighed as he asked, ‘I am curious, though, as to why you wished for this meeting?’
It was just like the two of them not to waste time with pleasantries and jump straight to the point. She’d never been any good with small talk. It raked like nails on a window in her brain. Pursing her lips, she lifted her chin again and squarely met his gaze.
“I’ve accepted Lord Gavriil’s proposal of marriage.” Evangelina’s voice never wavered from the tempered coolness, but her gaze did flicker away from his as she stared off over his shoulder. That was what she had come here to tell him. “For what it’s worth, at one point we were close.” That was a lie. They were more than close. They had been… something deeper. They’d had a connection that few could boast of having. At one time, he’d known her better than anyone in the world but he’d used her dream of the two of them together forever against her.
Softening, her dark almond shaped eyes settled back on his face, “At one point, we were more than close and I wanted you to hear this news from me not from…” She swallowed and looked upwards, “Your father… or the gossip mill… or anyone else.”
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The muffled sound of sand being churned up under a horse’s hooves drew her out of her moment of quiet revelry. It was too early for most nobles to be awake, it was the hour of the commoner but it was a comforting hour for Evangelina. The sky was starting to wake up and citrus sunlight filtered and mixed with the grey of dawn. Glancing down the length of the beach her gaze settled on the black horse moving toward her, he was as familiar to her as the rider almost. She remembered when he’d bought the black, was it really that long ago?
He pulled up just short of Altair to ride next to her. Scanning his face, her eyebrows knit together and her lips pursed as he took on the formal tone with her.
‘Lady Evangelina. I have to say I was surprised to get your letter.’ Evangelina pressed her lips a little tighter together and she pulled her gaze away from him to look out at the sea coming in with foamy white waves that curled softly and rolled up to the shoreline. ‘I am pleased you asked me here. I had been meaning to get Frixos out for a good ride, but these last few days have been taxing.’ This seemed to draw her gaze back like a magnet, but it had softened just a little as she seemed to be searching for something in his face.
Had he heard already? Had she ever mattered to him? Was it too late to spin her horse around and run away from this whole situation? One look at him and she wondered if she’d ever not feel a small twinge of regret that they’d ended before they could ever really even begin. Every bittersweet memory seemed to play out right there in front of at that moment.
It was the movement of him tilting his head that drew her from the deep end of those memories. It was evident a shadow had passed over her face though as she met his gaze and then looked down at her hands and sighed as he asked, ‘I am curious, though, as to why you wished for this meeting?’
It was just like the two of them not to waste time with pleasantries and jump straight to the point. She’d never been any good with small talk. It raked like nails on a window in her brain. Pursing her lips, she lifted her chin again and squarely met his gaze.
“I’ve accepted Lord Gavriil’s proposal of marriage.” Evangelina’s voice never wavered from the tempered coolness, but her gaze did flicker away from his as she stared off over his shoulder. That was what she had come here to tell him. “For what it’s worth, at one point we were close.” That was a lie. They were more than close. They had been… something deeper. They’d had a connection that few could boast of having. At one time, he’d known her better than anyone in the world but he’d used her dream of the two of them together forever against her.
Softening, her dark almond shaped eyes settled back on his face, “At one point, we were more than close and I wanted you to hear this news from me not from…” She swallowed and looked upwards, “Your father… or the gossip mill… or anyone else.”
The muffled sound of sand being churned up under a horse’s hooves drew her out of her moment of quiet revelry. It was too early for most nobles to be awake, it was the hour of the commoner but it was a comforting hour for Evangelina. The sky was starting to wake up and citrus sunlight filtered and mixed with the grey of dawn. Glancing down the length of the beach her gaze settled on the black horse moving toward her, he was as familiar to her as the rider almost. She remembered when he’d bought the black, was it really that long ago?
He pulled up just short of Altair to ride next to her. Scanning his face, her eyebrows knit together and her lips pursed as he took on the formal tone with her.
‘Lady Evangelina. I have to say I was surprised to get your letter.’ Evangelina pressed her lips a little tighter together and she pulled her gaze away from him to look out at the sea coming in with foamy white waves that curled softly and rolled up to the shoreline. ‘I am pleased you asked me here. I had been meaning to get Frixos out for a good ride, but these last few days have been taxing.’ This seemed to draw her gaze back like a magnet, but it had softened just a little as she seemed to be searching for something in his face.
Had he heard already? Had she ever mattered to him? Was it too late to spin her horse around and run away from this whole situation? One look at him and she wondered if she’d ever not feel a small twinge of regret that they’d ended before they could ever really even begin. Every bittersweet memory seemed to play out right there in front of at that moment.
It was the movement of him tilting his head that drew her from the deep end of those memories. It was evident a shadow had passed over her face though as she met his gaze and then looked down at her hands and sighed as he asked, ‘I am curious, though, as to why you wished for this meeting?’
It was just like the two of them not to waste time with pleasantries and jump straight to the point. She’d never been any good with small talk. It raked like nails on a window in her brain. Pursing her lips, she lifted her chin again and squarely met his gaze.
“I’ve accepted Lord Gavriil’s proposal of marriage.” Evangelina’s voice never wavered from the tempered coolness, but her gaze did flicker away from his as she stared off over his shoulder. That was what she had come here to tell him. “For what it’s worth, at one point we were close.” That was a lie. They were more than close. They had been… something deeper. They’d had a connection that few could boast of having. At one time, he’d known her better than anyone in the world but he’d used her dream of the two of them together forever against her.
Softening, her dark almond shaped eyes settled back on his face, “At one point, we were more than close and I wanted you to hear this news from me not from…” She swallowed and looked upwards, “Your father… or the gossip mill… or anyone else.”
Nikos didn't miss the shadow that crossed Evie's gracefully impish features. He knew her face, knew her expressions. What was she thinking about? Nikos waited patiently for Evie to sort her thoughts. He knew she'd be straight forward with him when she was ready. She always had been. HEr wit and direct temperament is part of what had drawn him to her, even when she'd been but a girl looking for rocks under a table, and watching a race with him in a tree.
Nikos wasn't sure what he'd imagined this meeting could be about, but he surely hadn't expected Evie to announce that she was betrothed! To the elder Dimitrou at that! Nikos' shoulders sagged as he stared at her, pondering this news she had sprung on him. What was she thinking? Surely there were better offers! She was a Leventi, beautiful and intelligent with a mind of her own and a fire that would not be quenched. "Evie..." he breathed somewhat involuntarily. He seemed to realize himself and he straightened in his saddle. He cleared his throat as his mount shifted restlessly beneath him. Shifting his own weight, Nikos swept his leg around and dismounted, gathering the reigns in one hand and rubbing the creature's neck with the other. He didn't look at Evie as he finally asked, "Why? Why Lord Gavriil? I had not even realized that you two had grown quite so close."
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Nikos didn't miss the shadow that crossed Evie's gracefully impish features. He knew her face, knew her expressions. What was she thinking about? Nikos waited patiently for Evie to sort her thoughts. He knew she'd be straight forward with him when she was ready. She always had been. HEr wit and direct temperament is part of what had drawn him to her, even when she'd been but a girl looking for rocks under a table, and watching a race with him in a tree.
Nikos wasn't sure what he'd imagined this meeting could be about, but he surely hadn't expected Evie to announce that she was betrothed! To the elder Dimitrou at that! Nikos' shoulders sagged as he stared at her, pondering this news she had sprung on him. What was she thinking? Surely there were better offers! She was a Leventi, beautiful and intelligent with a mind of her own and a fire that would not be quenched. "Evie..." he breathed somewhat involuntarily. He seemed to realize himself and he straightened in his saddle. He cleared his throat as his mount shifted restlessly beneath him. Shifting his own weight, Nikos swept his leg around and dismounted, gathering the reigns in one hand and rubbing the creature's neck with the other. He didn't look at Evie as he finally asked, "Why? Why Lord Gavriil? I had not even realized that you two had grown quite so close."
Nikos didn't miss the shadow that crossed Evie's gracefully impish features. He knew her face, knew her expressions. What was she thinking about? Nikos waited patiently for Evie to sort her thoughts. He knew she'd be straight forward with him when she was ready. She always had been. HEr wit and direct temperament is part of what had drawn him to her, even when she'd been but a girl looking for rocks under a table, and watching a race with him in a tree.
Nikos wasn't sure what he'd imagined this meeting could be about, but he surely hadn't expected Evie to announce that she was betrothed! To the elder Dimitrou at that! Nikos' shoulders sagged as he stared at her, pondering this news she had sprung on him. What was she thinking? Surely there were better offers! She was a Leventi, beautiful and intelligent with a mind of her own and a fire that would not be quenched. "Evie..." he breathed somewhat involuntarily. He seemed to realize himself and he straightened in his saddle. He cleared his throat as his mount shifted restlessly beneath him. Shifting his own weight, Nikos swept his leg around and dismounted, gathering the reigns in one hand and rubbing the creature's neck with the other. He didn't look at Evie as he finally asked, "Why? Why Lord Gavriil? I had not even realized that you two had grown quite so close."
Tilting her head a little, she studied him. The way his shoulders had slumped and the wretched way his smile had slipped from his lips. Her nickname had slipped softly off of them with the same softness of old. He had a way of leaving her heart like a riot. Thrilled for the attention and thoroughly trashed as soon as it was all over. Shifting in the saddle, she leveled her eyes on him and frowned at him until he cleared his throat and straightened in the saddle.
Surely it wasn’t that great of a surprise that she’d stopped pining for him and that she’d moved on with her life? She wasn’t going to wait for him to get himself pulled together and realize his mistake. If he ever did that is. He’d never have another opportunity at breaking what was left of her. She’d spent too much time wondering if there was enough of her left to ever be loved. And maybe there wasn’t. There wasn’t any doubt in her mind that her fiance was still very much in love with his first wife. She’d been his idea of perfection… that was a hard shoe to fill, but at least he’d cared just enough…
‘Why? Why Lord Gavriil? I had not even realized that you two had grown quite so close.’ He didn’t meet her eyes as he asked.
It irritated her that he thought he was allowed to ask ‘why’. That wasn’t something he was allowed. It didn’t matter ‘why’ or ‘why it was him’. Her chin jutted out and she straightened but she didn’t immediately answer. Blinking, she gave a sharp shake of her head, “You don’t get to ask me that. You don’t get to judge.” Jerking her grey stallion to a halt blocking him from moving forward. Gavriil had been there to pick her up when she’d needed it. He hadn’t planned to marry again but for whatever reason he’d changed his mind… he’d decided to help her stay in Taengea. But that wasn’t the things that she told him, her eyes flashed at Nikos. “He’s a good man and we are good together. My life didn’t just… stop, Nikos.” She’d have married him if he’d asked her once upon a time. Twisting in the saddle to glare at him, her words biting, “He wants me… and I am enough for him.”
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Tilting her head a little, she studied him. The way his shoulders had slumped and the wretched way his smile had slipped from his lips. Her nickname had slipped softly off of them with the same softness of old. He had a way of leaving her heart like a riot. Thrilled for the attention and thoroughly trashed as soon as it was all over. Shifting in the saddle, she leveled her eyes on him and frowned at him until he cleared his throat and straightened in the saddle.
Surely it wasn’t that great of a surprise that she’d stopped pining for him and that she’d moved on with her life? She wasn’t going to wait for him to get himself pulled together and realize his mistake. If he ever did that is. He’d never have another opportunity at breaking what was left of her. She’d spent too much time wondering if there was enough of her left to ever be loved. And maybe there wasn’t. There wasn’t any doubt in her mind that her fiance was still very much in love with his first wife. She’d been his idea of perfection… that was a hard shoe to fill, but at least he’d cared just enough…
‘Why? Why Lord Gavriil? I had not even realized that you two had grown quite so close.’ He didn’t meet her eyes as he asked.
It irritated her that he thought he was allowed to ask ‘why’. That wasn’t something he was allowed. It didn’t matter ‘why’ or ‘why it was him’. Her chin jutted out and she straightened but she didn’t immediately answer. Blinking, she gave a sharp shake of her head, “You don’t get to ask me that. You don’t get to judge.” Jerking her grey stallion to a halt blocking him from moving forward. Gavriil had been there to pick her up when she’d needed it. He hadn’t planned to marry again but for whatever reason he’d changed his mind… he’d decided to help her stay in Taengea. But that wasn’t the things that she told him, her eyes flashed at Nikos. “He’s a good man and we are good together. My life didn’t just… stop, Nikos.” She’d have married him if he’d asked her once upon a time. Twisting in the saddle to glare at him, her words biting, “He wants me… and I am enough for him.”
Tilting her head a little, she studied him. The way his shoulders had slumped and the wretched way his smile had slipped from his lips. Her nickname had slipped softly off of them with the same softness of old. He had a way of leaving her heart like a riot. Thrilled for the attention and thoroughly trashed as soon as it was all over. Shifting in the saddle, she leveled her eyes on him and frowned at him until he cleared his throat and straightened in the saddle.
Surely it wasn’t that great of a surprise that she’d stopped pining for him and that she’d moved on with her life? She wasn’t going to wait for him to get himself pulled together and realize his mistake. If he ever did that is. He’d never have another opportunity at breaking what was left of her. She’d spent too much time wondering if there was enough of her left to ever be loved. And maybe there wasn’t. There wasn’t any doubt in her mind that her fiance was still very much in love with his first wife. She’d been his idea of perfection… that was a hard shoe to fill, but at least he’d cared just enough…
‘Why? Why Lord Gavriil? I had not even realized that you two had grown quite so close.’ He didn’t meet her eyes as he asked.
It irritated her that he thought he was allowed to ask ‘why’. That wasn’t something he was allowed. It didn’t matter ‘why’ or ‘why it was him’. Her chin jutted out and she straightened but she didn’t immediately answer. Blinking, she gave a sharp shake of her head, “You don’t get to ask me that. You don’t get to judge.” Jerking her grey stallion to a halt blocking him from moving forward. Gavriil had been there to pick her up when she’d needed it. He hadn’t planned to marry again but for whatever reason he’d changed his mind… he’d decided to help her stay in Taengea. But that wasn’t the things that she told him, her eyes flashed at Nikos. “He’s a good man and we are good together. My life didn’t just… stop, Nikos.” She’d have married him if he’d asked her once upon a time. Twisting in the saddle to glare at him, her words biting, “He wants me… and I am enough for him.”
’You don’t get to ask me that. You don’t get to judge. He’s a good man and we are good together. My life didn’t just… stop, Nikos. He want’s me… and I am good enough for him.’
Nikos stood there in the sand with his horse’s reins in his hand, taken aback by Evie’s outburst. Though he supposed he shouldn’t have been. But that didn’t change the feelings bubbling up inside his chest. He was shocked at her announcement. Nikos had never considered the possibility of Evie marrying. Why would he? She was always there. Trading witty words with him, some biting, some complimentary, but all fun – at least for him. He couldn’t begin to understand what went on in her head.
It’d always been like that with Evangelina, from the very beginning. The Leventi girl had always had her secrets, her teasing ways of giving him hints to the inner workings of her mind. But she had always known how to leave him wanting more. Like an elusive nymph, dancing at the edge of the tree line, but disappearing when he drew too close. Always just out of his grasp. But there had always been that possibility. Now…
The baron’s chest was growing tight as what she said sunk in, as anger began to cloud the initial shock. ’I am good enough for him.’ she had said. At her berating of his question of ‘why’, Nikos had averted his gaze from her, stared at the ground, at his feet, at his horse’s hooves. Anywhere but at her. But as those words played in his mind again, Nik shook his head. With a clenched jaw and a clipped tone he brought his blazing blue gaze back to Evie and said flatly, ”No.”
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’You don’t get to ask me that. You don’t get to judge. He’s a good man and we are good together. My life didn’t just… stop, Nikos. He want’s me… and I am good enough for him.’
Nikos stood there in the sand with his horse’s reins in his hand, taken aback by Evie’s outburst. Though he supposed he shouldn’t have been. But that didn’t change the feelings bubbling up inside his chest. He was shocked at her announcement. Nikos had never considered the possibility of Evie marrying. Why would he? She was always there. Trading witty words with him, some biting, some complimentary, but all fun – at least for him. He couldn’t begin to understand what went on in her head.
It’d always been like that with Evangelina, from the very beginning. The Leventi girl had always had her secrets, her teasing ways of giving him hints to the inner workings of her mind. But she had always known how to leave him wanting more. Like an elusive nymph, dancing at the edge of the tree line, but disappearing when he drew too close. Always just out of his grasp. But there had always been that possibility. Now…
The baron’s chest was growing tight as what she said sunk in, as anger began to cloud the initial shock. ’I am good enough for him.’ she had said. At her berating of his question of ‘why’, Nikos had averted his gaze from her, stared at the ground, at his feet, at his horse’s hooves. Anywhere but at her. But as those words played in his mind again, Nik shook his head. With a clenched jaw and a clipped tone he brought his blazing blue gaze back to Evie and said flatly, ”No.”
’You don’t get to ask me that. You don’t get to judge. He’s a good man and we are good together. My life didn’t just… stop, Nikos. He want’s me… and I am good enough for him.’
Nikos stood there in the sand with his horse’s reins in his hand, taken aback by Evie’s outburst. Though he supposed he shouldn’t have been. But that didn’t change the feelings bubbling up inside his chest. He was shocked at her announcement. Nikos had never considered the possibility of Evie marrying. Why would he? She was always there. Trading witty words with him, some biting, some complimentary, but all fun – at least for him. He couldn’t begin to understand what went on in her head.
It’d always been like that with Evangelina, from the very beginning. The Leventi girl had always had her secrets, her teasing ways of giving him hints to the inner workings of her mind. But she had always known how to leave him wanting more. Like an elusive nymph, dancing at the edge of the tree line, but disappearing when he drew too close. Always just out of his grasp. But there had always been that possibility. Now…
The baron’s chest was growing tight as what she said sunk in, as anger began to cloud the initial shock. ’I am good enough for him.’ she had said. At her berating of his question of ‘why’, Nikos had averted his gaze from her, stared at the ground, at his feet, at his horse’s hooves. Anywhere but at her. But as those words played in his mind again, Nik shook his head. With a clenched jaw and a clipped tone he brought his blazing blue gaze back to Evie and said flatly, ”No.”
The color drained from her face as she stared down at him, her bottom lip going slack at his simple one word answer to her. She was good enough for him. He’d said ‘no’. Her head started spinning as her stomach churned. It was everything she’d feared. Every dread that she’d fought every day her entire life. She wasn’t a boy when she was born. She wasn’t blessed with beauty, or grace, or charm. She tripped over her own feet, hung her hip on the corners of tables. She wore horse hair like jewelry and freckled from being out in the sun.
Air seemed to hang in her throat. How could things be closing in on her making it hard to draw a breath inward and she was outside, out in the open? Bewildered, aching brown eyes looked wildly about the strip of beach. In all the time they’d been close, the words had never actually been said until that moment. She wasn’t good enough.
Altair shifted restlessly feeling the difference in his rider’s unsteadiness. Blinking back tears, she wasn’t sure what to say at that moment. Hades could take him. The dark kohl that lined her eyes was starting to smear down her cheek. In all of the time she’d been around him she’d never cried. Even when the shock of the realization that she would never be enough for him had set in… It had broken her but tears hadn’t fallen.
Drawing her gaze back down to him, she instantly regretted it as she met the full force of his bright blue eyes on her. What had she ever done to deserve this from him? Her heart was breaking all over again… And you thought you were immune, didn’t you?
“What did I ever do to you?” Evangelina’s voice cracked hoarsely. “Why was I never good enough? I’d have given you everything…” Her bottom lip trembled, she reached up to wipe against the tickle of a teardrop on her cheek that caused the dripping liner to smear the smudge across her cheek. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, so almost as quickly as she asked it she shook her head and looked away, “Don’t. Just don’t answer that. I just wanted the courtesy of telling you before you heard it from someone else.” She swallowed another breath of air, “I should be getting back.” Her hand began to slide down her opposite rein from him as she prepared to flee from this disastrous idea of hers.
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The color drained from her face as she stared down at him, her bottom lip going slack at his simple one word answer to her. She was good enough for him. He’d said ‘no’. Her head started spinning as her stomach churned. It was everything she’d feared. Every dread that she’d fought every day her entire life. She wasn’t a boy when she was born. She wasn’t blessed with beauty, or grace, or charm. She tripped over her own feet, hung her hip on the corners of tables. She wore horse hair like jewelry and freckled from being out in the sun.
Air seemed to hang in her throat. How could things be closing in on her making it hard to draw a breath inward and she was outside, out in the open? Bewildered, aching brown eyes looked wildly about the strip of beach. In all the time they’d been close, the words had never actually been said until that moment. She wasn’t good enough.
Altair shifted restlessly feeling the difference in his rider’s unsteadiness. Blinking back tears, she wasn’t sure what to say at that moment. Hades could take him. The dark kohl that lined her eyes was starting to smear down her cheek. In all of the time she’d been around him she’d never cried. Even when the shock of the realization that she would never be enough for him had set in… It had broken her but tears hadn’t fallen.
Drawing her gaze back down to him, she instantly regretted it as she met the full force of his bright blue eyes on her. What had she ever done to deserve this from him? Her heart was breaking all over again… And you thought you were immune, didn’t you?
“What did I ever do to you?” Evangelina’s voice cracked hoarsely. “Why was I never good enough? I’d have given you everything…” Her bottom lip trembled, she reached up to wipe against the tickle of a teardrop on her cheek that caused the dripping liner to smear the smudge across her cheek. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, so almost as quickly as she asked it she shook her head and looked away, “Don’t. Just don’t answer that. I just wanted the courtesy of telling you before you heard it from someone else.” She swallowed another breath of air, “I should be getting back.” Her hand began to slide down her opposite rein from him as she prepared to flee from this disastrous idea of hers.
The color drained from her face as she stared down at him, her bottom lip going slack at his simple one word answer to her. She was good enough for him. He’d said ‘no’. Her head started spinning as her stomach churned. It was everything she’d feared. Every dread that she’d fought every day her entire life. She wasn’t a boy when she was born. She wasn’t blessed with beauty, or grace, or charm. She tripped over her own feet, hung her hip on the corners of tables. She wore horse hair like jewelry and freckled from being out in the sun.
Air seemed to hang in her throat. How could things be closing in on her making it hard to draw a breath inward and she was outside, out in the open? Bewildered, aching brown eyes looked wildly about the strip of beach. In all the time they’d been close, the words had never actually been said until that moment. She wasn’t good enough.
Altair shifted restlessly feeling the difference in his rider’s unsteadiness. Blinking back tears, she wasn’t sure what to say at that moment. Hades could take him. The dark kohl that lined her eyes was starting to smear down her cheek. In all of the time she’d been around him she’d never cried. Even when the shock of the realization that she would never be enough for him had set in… It had broken her but tears hadn’t fallen.
Drawing her gaze back down to him, she instantly regretted it as she met the full force of his bright blue eyes on her. What had she ever done to deserve this from him? Her heart was breaking all over again… And you thought you were immune, didn’t you?
“What did I ever do to you?” Evangelina’s voice cracked hoarsely. “Why was I never good enough? I’d have given you everything…” Her bottom lip trembled, she reached up to wipe against the tickle of a teardrop on her cheek that caused the dripping liner to smear the smudge across her cheek. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, so almost as quickly as she asked it she shook her head and looked away, “Don’t. Just don’t answer that. I just wanted the courtesy of telling you before you heard it from someone else.” She swallowed another breath of air, “I should be getting back.” Her hand began to slide down her opposite rein from him as she prepared to flee from this disastrous idea of hers.
’What did I ever do to you? Why was I never good enough? I’d have given you everything…’
Nikos’ hardened gaze narrowed, his brows pinching together – anger turning to confusion. ”What? That’s not –“
’Don’t. Just don’t answer that. I just wanted the courtesy of telling you before you heard it from someone else.’
”Evie, wait, you –,‘ he started again, only for her to interrupt. Again. That confusion was quickly turning back into anger.
’I should be getting back.’ He saw the movement of her hands on the reins. She was preparing to ride off. He didn’t think. The brash lord simply reacted. His hands snapped out, one roughly yanking the reins from her hands, the other grabbing her by the elbow and unceremoniously jerking her down toward him until she tumbled from the mount and into his arms. ”No! You are not running away from me, Evangelina! Not again!” He hadn’t meant to raise his voice in such a manner, but now that he had Nikos couldn’t seem to return to a normal tone. His chest burned with a fire that would not be satisfied if she managed to scamper off without him getting the chance to… to what? He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to accomplish here, he just knew he couldn’t let her run.
She was fighting to get away from him, and he nearly lost his grip on her. But he growled, a primal sound bubbling up from his throat, as he shifted his grip, gaining a hold on her wrists, his strong hands gripping tightly. ”Would you stop fighting and let me explain?! I meant ‘no’ as in ‘You can’t marry him, Evie!’ You may be good enough for him, but he is not good enough for you! He can’t be!” All the while he spoke, his voice grew louder, his tone more harsh, desperate even. He wanted her to hear him. Needed her to hear him. Because if she didn’t… well… he didn’t want to think about what that would mean.
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’What did I ever do to you? Why was I never good enough? I’d have given you everything…’
Nikos’ hardened gaze narrowed, his brows pinching together – anger turning to confusion. ”What? That’s not –“
’Don’t. Just don’t answer that. I just wanted the courtesy of telling you before you heard it from someone else.’
”Evie, wait, you –,‘ he started again, only for her to interrupt. Again. That confusion was quickly turning back into anger.
’I should be getting back.’ He saw the movement of her hands on the reins. She was preparing to ride off. He didn’t think. The brash lord simply reacted. His hands snapped out, one roughly yanking the reins from her hands, the other grabbing her by the elbow and unceremoniously jerking her down toward him until she tumbled from the mount and into his arms. ”No! You are not running away from me, Evangelina! Not again!” He hadn’t meant to raise his voice in such a manner, but now that he had Nikos couldn’t seem to return to a normal tone. His chest burned with a fire that would not be satisfied if she managed to scamper off without him getting the chance to… to what? He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to accomplish here, he just knew he couldn’t let her run.
She was fighting to get away from him, and he nearly lost his grip on her. But he growled, a primal sound bubbling up from his throat, as he shifted his grip, gaining a hold on her wrists, his strong hands gripping tightly. ”Would you stop fighting and let me explain?! I meant ‘no’ as in ‘You can’t marry him, Evie!’ You may be good enough for him, but he is not good enough for you! He can’t be!” All the while he spoke, his voice grew louder, his tone more harsh, desperate even. He wanted her to hear him. Needed her to hear him. Because if she didn’t… well… he didn’t want to think about what that would mean.
’What did I ever do to you? Why was I never good enough? I’d have given you everything…’
Nikos’ hardened gaze narrowed, his brows pinching together – anger turning to confusion. ”What? That’s not –“
’Don’t. Just don’t answer that. I just wanted the courtesy of telling you before you heard it from someone else.’
”Evie, wait, you –,‘ he started again, only for her to interrupt. Again. That confusion was quickly turning back into anger.
’I should be getting back.’ He saw the movement of her hands on the reins. She was preparing to ride off. He didn’t think. The brash lord simply reacted. His hands snapped out, one roughly yanking the reins from her hands, the other grabbing her by the elbow and unceremoniously jerking her down toward him until she tumbled from the mount and into his arms. ”No! You are not running away from me, Evangelina! Not again!” He hadn’t meant to raise his voice in such a manner, but now that he had Nikos couldn’t seem to return to a normal tone. His chest burned with a fire that would not be satisfied if she managed to scamper off without him getting the chance to… to what? He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to accomplish here, he just knew he couldn’t let her run.
She was fighting to get away from him, and he nearly lost his grip on her. But he growled, a primal sound bubbling up from his throat, as he shifted his grip, gaining a hold on her wrists, his strong hands gripping tightly. ”Would you stop fighting and let me explain?! I meant ‘no’ as in ‘You can’t marry him, Evie!’ You may be good enough for him, but he is not good enough for you! He can’t be!” All the while he spoke, his voice grew louder, his tone more harsh, desperate even. He wanted her to hear him. Needed her to hear him. Because if she didn’t… well… he didn’t want to think about what that would mean.
Just for a heartbeat she went numb, and then the agony was so intense, so violent that she felt like she was being ground down underneath his heel; of everyone's heel. She didn’t hear his words, not immediately.
She hadn’t thought it was possible for him to hurt her more than he had already but the verbal acknowledgement left her reeling. He couldn’t have hurt her worse if he’d slapped her with the backside of his hand. Even if it was exactly what she’d expected to hear him say, it’d been a mortal blow which had struck her at her very core. Instinctively, she moved to flee, to put herself as far away from the cause of pain she could.
‘What? That’s not –’
Space. She wanted space to decompress, to regain control on herself. She needed to feel, Gavriil’s arms wind around her like a soothing balm.
‘Evie, wait, you –’
No. She was done waiting. Done.
Before she could bolt out of there, the reins were yanked from her hands, and she was jerked much like a rag doll from the grey stallion who was shying away from all of the tension. “Let go of…” She growled just as her body hit his.
‘No! You are not running away from me, Evangelina! Not again!’ She jerked hard trying to pull away from him. That was exactly what she was going to do if she got half the chance to. Thrashing against him, she attempted to bring her knee up to his groin, but failed as he shifted to get a better grip on her at the same moment. His hands gripping her wrists tighter, she’d bruise later but right now. She’d shifted into fight mode and was shifting her own weight to shove against him.
‘Would you stop fighting and let me explain?! I meant ‘no’ as in ‘You can’t marry him, Evie!’ You may be good enough for him, but he is not good enough for you! He can’t be!’ His voice was loud but it didn’t break through, she heard the words but not the meaning to them. The pint-sized woman shoved again but this time a little less fullheartedly. There wasn’t anyway with her small size that she could have physically held her own.
Defeated, her body softly went limp as silent sobs fell. Why did he always feel like salt in a wound? Loving someone shouldn’t be this hard. Her head dropped and her knees buckled so that her full weight was being held by him. This is what they’d come to? Six years of cat and mouse games and this… this is how it ended.
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Just for a heartbeat she went numb, and then the agony was so intense, so violent that she felt like she was being ground down underneath his heel; of everyone's heel. She didn’t hear his words, not immediately.
She hadn’t thought it was possible for him to hurt her more than he had already but the verbal acknowledgement left her reeling. He couldn’t have hurt her worse if he’d slapped her with the backside of his hand. Even if it was exactly what she’d expected to hear him say, it’d been a mortal blow which had struck her at her very core. Instinctively, she moved to flee, to put herself as far away from the cause of pain she could.
‘What? That’s not –’
Space. She wanted space to decompress, to regain control on herself. She needed to feel, Gavriil’s arms wind around her like a soothing balm.
‘Evie, wait, you –’
No. She was done waiting. Done.
Before she could bolt out of there, the reins were yanked from her hands, and she was jerked much like a rag doll from the grey stallion who was shying away from all of the tension. “Let go of…” She growled just as her body hit his.
‘No! You are not running away from me, Evangelina! Not again!’ She jerked hard trying to pull away from him. That was exactly what she was going to do if she got half the chance to. Thrashing against him, she attempted to bring her knee up to his groin, but failed as he shifted to get a better grip on her at the same moment. His hands gripping her wrists tighter, she’d bruise later but right now. She’d shifted into fight mode and was shifting her own weight to shove against him.
‘Would you stop fighting and let me explain?! I meant ‘no’ as in ‘You can’t marry him, Evie!’ You may be good enough for him, but he is not good enough for you! He can’t be!’ His voice was loud but it didn’t break through, she heard the words but not the meaning to them. The pint-sized woman shoved again but this time a little less fullheartedly. There wasn’t anyway with her small size that she could have physically held her own.
Defeated, her body softly went limp as silent sobs fell. Why did he always feel like salt in a wound? Loving someone shouldn’t be this hard. Her head dropped and her knees buckled so that her full weight was being held by him. This is what they’d come to? Six years of cat and mouse games and this… this is how it ended.
Just for a heartbeat she went numb, and then the agony was so intense, so violent that she felt like she was being ground down underneath his heel; of everyone's heel. She didn’t hear his words, not immediately.
She hadn’t thought it was possible for him to hurt her more than he had already but the verbal acknowledgement left her reeling. He couldn’t have hurt her worse if he’d slapped her with the backside of his hand. Even if it was exactly what she’d expected to hear him say, it’d been a mortal blow which had struck her at her very core. Instinctively, she moved to flee, to put herself as far away from the cause of pain she could.
‘What? That’s not –’
Space. She wanted space to decompress, to regain control on herself. She needed to feel, Gavriil’s arms wind around her like a soothing balm.
‘Evie, wait, you –’
No. She was done waiting. Done.
Before she could bolt out of there, the reins were yanked from her hands, and she was jerked much like a rag doll from the grey stallion who was shying away from all of the tension. “Let go of…” She growled just as her body hit his.
‘No! You are not running away from me, Evangelina! Not again!’ She jerked hard trying to pull away from him. That was exactly what she was going to do if she got half the chance to. Thrashing against him, she attempted to bring her knee up to his groin, but failed as he shifted to get a better grip on her at the same moment. His hands gripping her wrists tighter, she’d bruise later but right now. She’d shifted into fight mode and was shifting her own weight to shove against him.
‘Would you stop fighting and let me explain?! I meant ‘no’ as in ‘You can’t marry him, Evie!’ You may be good enough for him, but he is not good enough for you! He can’t be!’ His voice was loud but it didn’t break through, she heard the words but not the meaning to them. The pint-sized woman shoved again but this time a little less fullheartedly. There wasn’t anyway with her small size that she could have physically held her own.
Defeated, her body softly went limp as silent sobs fell. Why did he always feel like salt in a wound? Loving someone shouldn’t be this hard. Her head dropped and her knees buckled so that her full weight was being held by him. This is what they’d come to? Six years of cat and mouse games and this… this is how it ended.
Evie showed no signs of hearing him, of calming enough so that they could hold a civil conversation for once. Nikos growled again, shifting a foot behind him to steady his stance when she shoved hard against him. But he was bigger and stronger and he held her fast. At last she seemed to calm, to stop fight against him. He let out a breath, and just started to relax, only to have to move quickly to catch her in his embrace when Evie’s legs appeared to buckle beneath her. Her wrapped her in his arms, holding her against him and allowed himself to sink into the sand with her. He looked up at the horses stomping their feet in the sand at all the commotion. Frixos was a loyal steed and Nikos trusted that the stallion wouldn’t wander too far away, he could only hope the same of Evie’s grey. He turned his attention back to the woman crying in his arms.
”Hey. No. Evie…” His tone was softer now, but still firm, as he brought a hand up to push her hair from her face. ”Please don’t cry, Evangelina.” Why was she even crying? Emotional outbursts like this was not something that he was particularly good at dealing with. A frown creased its way across his face and he let out a frustrated breath. ”This is all wrong. This is not how this was supposed to go.” He was speaking to himself really and hadn’t even meant to say those words out loud. But he had, and now he wasn’t even sure what he meant by those words. He shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts, to sort through the myriad of emotions running through him and swirling in his chest in that moment. And most of all, he tried not to think about the fact that he was holding Evie in his arms – something he’d done many times on this very beach, watching the waves roll in with the tides and just simply… talking. Something he had never done with any of the women he’d bedded before. Of course, he’d never actually gotten the pleasure of having Evie share his bed. She was… different.
Nikos let his arms fall away from her slowly. ”Look. I couldn’t just let you run off before I’d spoken my peace. But...” He frowned deeper, leveling his eyes on Evangelina, searching her face. ”Please… I need to know why you are planning to marry a man that is old enough to be your father? You deserve better than some tired old brute. He has a certain lack of… decorum at times. You can’t possibly want to be married to someone like that.” Of course, in his arrogance, Nikos would completely miss the irony of that statement. The way he’d handled himself there at the end with Evie, was not very tactful at all. But that wasn’t where his mind was at in this moment. His only concern was talking Evie out of this seemingly rash decision she’d made.
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Evie showed no signs of hearing him, of calming enough so that they could hold a civil conversation for once. Nikos growled again, shifting a foot behind him to steady his stance when she shoved hard against him. But he was bigger and stronger and he held her fast. At last she seemed to calm, to stop fight against him. He let out a breath, and just started to relax, only to have to move quickly to catch her in his embrace when Evie’s legs appeared to buckle beneath her. Her wrapped her in his arms, holding her against him and allowed himself to sink into the sand with her. He looked up at the horses stomping their feet in the sand at all the commotion. Frixos was a loyal steed and Nikos trusted that the stallion wouldn’t wander too far away, he could only hope the same of Evie’s grey. He turned his attention back to the woman crying in his arms.
”Hey. No. Evie…” His tone was softer now, but still firm, as he brought a hand up to push her hair from her face. ”Please don’t cry, Evangelina.” Why was she even crying? Emotional outbursts like this was not something that he was particularly good at dealing with. A frown creased its way across his face and he let out a frustrated breath. ”This is all wrong. This is not how this was supposed to go.” He was speaking to himself really and hadn’t even meant to say those words out loud. But he had, and now he wasn’t even sure what he meant by those words. He shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts, to sort through the myriad of emotions running through him and swirling in his chest in that moment. And most of all, he tried not to think about the fact that he was holding Evie in his arms – something he’d done many times on this very beach, watching the waves roll in with the tides and just simply… talking. Something he had never done with any of the women he’d bedded before. Of course, he’d never actually gotten the pleasure of having Evie share his bed. She was… different.
Nikos let his arms fall away from her slowly. ”Look. I couldn’t just let you run off before I’d spoken my peace. But...” He frowned deeper, leveling his eyes on Evangelina, searching her face. ”Please… I need to know why you are planning to marry a man that is old enough to be your father? You deserve better than some tired old brute. He has a certain lack of… decorum at times. You can’t possibly want to be married to someone like that.” Of course, in his arrogance, Nikos would completely miss the irony of that statement. The way he’d handled himself there at the end with Evie, was not very tactful at all. But that wasn’t where his mind was at in this moment. His only concern was talking Evie out of this seemingly rash decision she’d made.
Evie showed no signs of hearing him, of calming enough so that they could hold a civil conversation for once. Nikos growled again, shifting a foot behind him to steady his stance when she shoved hard against him. But he was bigger and stronger and he held her fast. At last she seemed to calm, to stop fight against him. He let out a breath, and just started to relax, only to have to move quickly to catch her in his embrace when Evie’s legs appeared to buckle beneath her. Her wrapped her in his arms, holding her against him and allowed himself to sink into the sand with her. He looked up at the horses stomping their feet in the sand at all the commotion. Frixos was a loyal steed and Nikos trusted that the stallion wouldn’t wander too far away, he could only hope the same of Evie’s grey. He turned his attention back to the woman crying in his arms.
”Hey. No. Evie…” His tone was softer now, but still firm, as he brought a hand up to push her hair from her face. ”Please don’t cry, Evangelina.” Why was she even crying? Emotional outbursts like this was not something that he was particularly good at dealing with. A frown creased its way across his face and he let out a frustrated breath. ”This is all wrong. This is not how this was supposed to go.” He was speaking to himself really and hadn’t even meant to say those words out loud. But he had, and now he wasn’t even sure what he meant by those words. He shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts, to sort through the myriad of emotions running through him and swirling in his chest in that moment. And most of all, he tried not to think about the fact that he was holding Evie in his arms – something he’d done many times on this very beach, watching the waves roll in with the tides and just simply… talking. Something he had never done with any of the women he’d bedded before. Of course, he’d never actually gotten the pleasure of having Evie share his bed. She was… different.
Nikos let his arms fall away from her slowly. ”Look. I couldn’t just let you run off before I’d spoken my peace. But...” He frowned deeper, leveling his eyes on Evangelina, searching her face. ”Please… I need to know why you are planning to marry a man that is old enough to be your father? You deserve better than some tired old brute. He has a certain lack of… decorum at times. You can’t possibly want to be married to someone like that.” Of course, in his arrogance, Nikos would completely miss the irony of that statement. The way he’d handled himself there at the end with Evie, was not very tactful at all. But that wasn’t where his mind was at in this moment. His only concern was talking Evie out of this seemingly rash decision she’d made.
She’d wasted six very long years for him to realize she was worth having something more with. Six years. Six years, for him to step up and love her the way she had loved him. What had it gotten her? Six years of feeling alone because for that short time he’d made her feel like the world was found within her arms and then… Her mind stalled out already knowing how that had ended. He’d hurt her. He’d hurt her heart. He’d murdered her trust. He’d changed who she was. When they’d begin so long ago, she’d been so similar to a young colt, a little unsteady and unsure of herself, yet ready to trust everyone until she’d learnt the hard way that not everyone was trustworthy.
‘Hey. No. Evie…’
Nikos’ voice had softened as he used his hand to gently brush the disheveled strands of her chestnut hair away from her face leaving her tear and kohl smudged face open and unguarded for him to look at. She was at a point though not to fight whatever last bits of pride she had. The crack in her foundation lay bare for him to see.
‘Please don’t cry, Evangelina.’
Evangelina pulled her face away from his touch, her jaw stiffening. He would never understand what it was like to give so much of yourself to one person waiting for them to realize how much you loved them. He’d never understand the blame she’d blamed herself for giving more and more hoping that her efforts would change things with him. He’d never understand that.
‘This is all wrong. This is not how this was supposed to go.’
It was said softly but at this point, she didn’t care how he thought this was supposed to go. He’d feel her stiffening in his embrace as she refused to look at him. Somewhere in all of this she’d learned the difference between a boy who ‘kind of’ likes you and a man who ‘wants you body and soul next to him’. Maybe he felt her vibes or maybe he was remembering the things that made him push her away so long ago, or maybe it was sure dumb luck that his arms fell to his sides and she was no longer being held prisoner there with him.
‘Look. I couldn’t just let you run off before I’d spoken my peace. But…’
She lifted her dark, distant eyes up to him, her lips pressed together as her hands softly rubbed the red marks on her wrist from his tight grasp. She’d always bruised easily. She was the sort of girl who woke up in the mornings to find a new one in an odd place but not remember if it was because she’d bumped the table with her hip or she’d hit a rock from the last tumble she’d taken on a horse. But that was all beside the point as she stared up at him, his messy hair and blue eyes always made her want to sooth his hair back and kiss his cheek, to press his face against her breast and tell him everything was going to be okay. That line of thought had to stop. Whatever they’d had once it was in the past and it was time for both of them to start facing facts and move on.
‘Please… I need to know why you are planning to marry a man that is old enough to be your father? You deserve better than some tired old brute. He has a certain lack of… decorum at times. You can’t possibly want to be married to someone like that.’
She was slow to blink as she searched his face trying to convince herself of the miscommunication. After a pregnant pause, she blinked a whoosh of air escaping her as she dropped her rounded rump into the sandy beach to sit down and decompress from the swirl of emotions she’d been feeling. Bending her knees, she stared out at the water as she rested her chin on her knees.
“I do.” She murmured softly a hint of sadness lurking in the shadows of her voice as she continued, “I think I might have fallen in love with him.” Turning her head she looked up at him as she said that, it wasn’t her intention to inflict any pain onto Nikos but it’d been so easy to fall into the pattern of confessing things to him. “He’s a good man and things are progressing with my family. With Pia and Theo married, Lene is…" Truth was she didn’t know what Lene was up to but the rumors a few months ago were that she had quite besotted the Colchian prince. That left Agape, Melina, Nana and herself as the next ones on the list to be married off and of them, politically speaking she and Nana were the best choices to marry off. If you wanted to add in the fact that Fotios had a burning desire to be rid of her, that moved her to the very top of that list.
“We all have to do things we never expected, Nik,” Her dark, jaded eyes looked up from beneath her still wet eyelashes. “I needed to stay in Taengea for Tino… you know that. And I couldn’t wait around for you to…” Her lips pursed and she looked away. To what? To take her seriously? To make an offer? To step up and take the responsibility. The world didn’t just stop for her when he went about his merry way and into the bed of other women.
Finding an inner peace as she watched waves roll in, “Gavriil may not be what I ever expected or imagined for myself but he’s steady and he... and I are so similar.” She swallowed back a sad smile, these were things she’d never put into words before. “He’s kind and generous and…” Nikos would probably notice that she’d not mentioned that Gavriil was in love with her. Taking a deep breath she bent her head, resting her forehead against her knees. Softly she asked, “Can’t you just be happy for me for once?”
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She’d wasted six very long years for him to realize she was worth having something more with. Six years. Six years, for him to step up and love her the way she had loved him. What had it gotten her? Six years of feeling alone because for that short time he’d made her feel like the world was found within her arms and then… Her mind stalled out already knowing how that had ended. He’d hurt her. He’d hurt her heart. He’d murdered her trust. He’d changed who she was. When they’d begin so long ago, she’d been so similar to a young colt, a little unsteady and unsure of herself, yet ready to trust everyone until she’d learnt the hard way that not everyone was trustworthy.
‘Hey. No. Evie…’
Nikos’ voice had softened as he used his hand to gently brush the disheveled strands of her chestnut hair away from her face leaving her tear and kohl smudged face open and unguarded for him to look at. She was at a point though not to fight whatever last bits of pride she had. The crack in her foundation lay bare for him to see.
‘Please don’t cry, Evangelina.’
Evangelina pulled her face away from his touch, her jaw stiffening. He would never understand what it was like to give so much of yourself to one person waiting for them to realize how much you loved them. He’d never understand the blame she’d blamed herself for giving more and more hoping that her efforts would change things with him. He’d never understand that.
‘This is all wrong. This is not how this was supposed to go.’
It was said softly but at this point, she didn’t care how he thought this was supposed to go. He’d feel her stiffening in his embrace as she refused to look at him. Somewhere in all of this she’d learned the difference between a boy who ‘kind of’ likes you and a man who ‘wants you body and soul next to him’. Maybe he felt her vibes or maybe he was remembering the things that made him push her away so long ago, or maybe it was sure dumb luck that his arms fell to his sides and she was no longer being held prisoner there with him.
‘Look. I couldn’t just let you run off before I’d spoken my peace. But…’
She lifted her dark, distant eyes up to him, her lips pressed together as her hands softly rubbed the red marks on her wrist from his tight grasp. She’d always bruised easily. She was the sort of girl who woke up in the mornings to find a new one in an odd place but not remember if it was because she’d bumped the table with her hip or she’d hit a rock from the last tumble she’d taken on a horse. But that was all beside the point as she stared up at him, his messy hair and blue eyes always made her want to sooth his hair back and kiss his cheek, to press his face against her breast and tell him everything was going to be okay. That line of thought had to stop. Whatever they’d had once it was in the past and it was time for both of them to start facing facts and move on.
‘Please… I need to know why you are planning to marry a man that is old enough to be your father? You deserve better than some tired old brute. He has a certain lack of… decorum at times. You can’t possibly want to be married to someone like that.’
She was slow to blink as she searched his face trying to convince herself of the miscommunication. After a pregnant pause, she blinked a whoosh of air escaping her as she dropped her rounded rump into the sandy beach to sit down and decompress from the swirl of emotions she’d been feeling. Bending her knees, she stared out at the water as she rested her chin on her knees.
“I do.” She murmured softly a hint of sadness lurking in the shadows of her voice as she continued, “I think I might have fallen in love with him.” Turning her head she looked up at him as she said that, it wasn’t her intention to inflict any pain onto Nikos but it’d been so easy to fall into the pattern of confessing things to him. “He’s a good man and things are progressing with my family. With Pia and Theo married, Lene is…" Truth was she didn’t know what Lene was up to but the rumors a few months ago were that she had quite besotted the Colchian prince. That left Agape, Melina, Nana and herself as the next ones on the list to be married off and of them, politically speaking she and Nana were the best choices to marry off. If you wanted to add in the fact that Fotios had a burning desire to be rid of her, that moved her to the very top of that list.
“We all have to do things we never expected, Nik,” Her dark, jaded eyes looked up from beneath her still wet eyelashes. “I needed to stay in Taengea for Tino… you know that. And I couldn’t wait around for you to…” Her lips pursed and she looked away. To what? To take her seriously? To make an offer? To step up and take the responsibility. The world didn’t just stop for her when he went about his merry way and into the bed of other women.
Finding an inner peace as she watched waves roll in, “Gavriil may not be what I ever expected or imagined for myself but he’s steady and he... and I are so similar.” She swallowed back a sad smile, these were things she’d never put into words before. “He’s kind and generous and…” Nikos would probably notice that she’d not mentioned that Gavriil was in love with her. Taking a deep breath she bent her head, resting her forehead against her knees. Softly she asked, “Can’t you just be happy for me for once?”
She’d wasted six very long years for him to realize she was worth having something more with. Six years. Six years, for him to step up and love her the way she had loved him. What had it gotten her? Six years of feeling alone because for that short time he’d made her feel like the world was found within her arms and then… Her mind stalled out already knowing how that had ended. He’d hurt her. He’d hurt her heart. He’d murdered her trust. He’d changed who she was. When they’d begin so long ago, she’d been so similar to a young colt, a little unsteady and unsure of herself, yet ready to trust everyone until she’d learnt the hard way that not everyone was trustworthy.
‘Hey. No. Evie…’
Nikos’ voice had softened as he used his hand to gently brush the disheveled strands of her chestnut hair away from her face leaving her tear and kohl smudged face open and unguarded for him to look at. She was at a point though not to fight whatever last bits of pride she had. The crack in her foundation lay bare for him to see.
‘Please don’t cry, Evangelina.’
Evangelina pulled her face away from his touch, her jaw stiffening. He would never understand what it was like to give so much of yourself to one person waiting for them to realize how much you loved them. He’d never understand the blame she’d blamed herself for giving more and more hoping that her efforts would change things with him. He’d never understand that.
‘This is all wrong. This is not how this was supposed to go.’
It was said softly but at this point, she didn’t care how he thought this was supposed to go. He’d feel her stiffening in his embrace as she refused to look at him. Somewhere in all of this she’d learned the difference between a boy who ‘kind of’ likes you and a man who ‘wants you body and soul next to him’. Maybe he felt her vibes or maybe he was remembering the things that made him push her away so long ago, or maybe it was sure dumb luck that his arms fell to his sides and she was no longer being held prisoner there with him.
‘Look. I couldn’t just let you run off before I’d spoken my peace. But…’
She lifted her dark, distant eyes up to him, her lips pressed together as her hands softly rubbed the red marks on her wrist from his tight grasp. She’d always bruised easily. She was the sort of girl who woke up in the mornings to find a new one in an odd place but not remember if it was because she’d bumped the table with her hip or she’d hit a rock from the last tumble she’d taken on a horse. But that was all beside the point as she stared up at him, his messy hair and blue eyes always made her want to sooth his hair back and kiss his cheek, to press his face against her breast and tell him everything was going to be okay. That line of thought had to stop. Whatever they’d had once it was in the past and it was time for both of them to start facing facts and move on.
‘Please… I need to know why you are planning to marry a man that is old enough to be your father? You deserve better than some tired old brute. He has a certain lack of… decorum at times. You can’t possibly want to be married to someone like that.’
She was slow to blink as she searched his face trying to convince herself of the miscommunication. After a pregnant pause, she blinked a whoosh of air escaping her as she dropped her rounded rump into the sandy beach to sit down and decompress from the swirl of emotions she’d been feeling. Bending her knees, she stared out at the water as she rested her chin on her knees.
“I do.” She murmured softly a hint of sadness lurking in the shadows of her voice as she continued, “I think I might have fallen in love with him.” Turning her head she looked up at him as she said that, it wasn’t her intention to inflict any pain onto Nikos but it’d been so easy to fall into the pattern of confessing things to him. “He’s a good man and things are progressing with my family. With Pia and Theo married, Lene is…" Truth was she didn’t know what Lene was up to but the rumors a few months ago were that she had quite besotted the Colchian prince. That left Agape, Melina, Nana and herself as the next ones on the list to be married off and of them, politically speaking she and Nana were the best choices to marry off. If you wanted to add in the fact that Fotios had a burning desire to be rid of her, that moved her to the very top of that list.
“We all have to do things we never expected, Nik,” Her dark, jaded eyes looked up from beneath her still wet eyelashes. “I needed to stay in Taengea for Tino… you know that. And I couldn’t wait around for you to…” Her lips pursed and she looked away. To what? To take her seriously? To make an offer? To step up and take the responsibility. The world didn’t just stop for her when he went about his merry way and into the bed of other women.
Finding an inner peace as she watched waves roll in, “Gavriil may not be what I ever expected or imagined for myself but he’s steady and he... and I are so similar.” She swallowed back a sad smile, these were things she’d never put into words before. “He’s kind and generous and…” Nikos would probably notice that she’d not mentioned that Gavriil was in love with her. Taking a deep breath she bent her head, resting her forehead against her knees. Softly she asked, “Can’t you just be happy for me for once?”
’I think I might have fallen in love with him.’
”What?” That single breathless word escaped him, half chocked out for he suddenly felt like there was a sword sticking through his chest. His legs would no longer support him, his knees had gone weak. The proud Condos lord verily fell to his knees in the sand next to Evie, desperately trying to catch his breath while not letting her see him actually look weak.
He’s a good man and things are progressing with my family. With Pia and Theo married, Lene is… We all have to do things we never expected, Nik.’
Nikos’ gaze had been somewhat unfocused since he hit the ground. Until now. He turned his sharp blue eyes upon her. Found her own dark orbs looking at him. Those eyes that had always held a fire within them whenever he looked upon her. As if there was a secret only she knew. In this moment, that fire Nikos had grown so fond of over the years was not to be found. And he blamed Gavriil for that, could not see that he had been the one to bring this pain upon her. ”But this? Surely there is -”
Evie’s lyrical voice cut him off, ’I needed to stay in Taengea for Tino… you know that. And I couldn’t wait around for you to…’
Her brother. She was doing this for her brother. Now his anger was turning on Fotios. Her damnable uncle was the cause of her decision. Evie had told Nik before about how Fotios was having an influence over Konstantino that Evie had not been fond too of. This was all making more sense now. Nikos shifted closer to where Evie sat, close enough he could feel her warmth.
But what had Evie meant just now when she said she couldn’t wait for him… to what? To do what? To ask for her hand? Nikos hadn’t been ready for marriage back then. Still didn’t really feel ready for that kind of commitment. Would he ever be ready? He’d known back then that Evie had wanted more from him. And he’d been certain that Fotios would deny him, so instead he’d drowned the feelings he hadn’t wished to feel in booze, drugs, and women. When Evie had found out, Nikos had laughed it off, blamed her for thinking she had been the only woman in his life. But once she had gone, Nikos realized his mistake… too little too late. Unable to find words to respond with, Nikos turned his gaze out to the sea as she continued.
”Gavriil may not be what I ever expected or imagined for myself but he’s steady and he… and I are so similar. He’s kind and generous and… Can’t you just be happy for me for once?’
Again, came that twisting, stabbing pain in his chest, stealing his breath. He turned his head to see Evie had buried her face in her upraised knees. He frowned deeply, a crease forming between his brows. ”No.” he said simply, and without much thought. He winced, realizing that this was the word that had set her off before. He reached out to grab onto her once more if she tried to take off again. ”It’s not what you think. Evie!” He moved in closer, reaching a hand to grip her chin, to make her look at him Really look at him. So that he would know she was hearing his words. ”I would be happy for you, if I thought you were actually happy. You don’t want someone similar. He’s not similar to you. He doesn’t have your love of life, your fire, your passion. He will douse those flames! Maybe not right away, but I’m certain it will happen!” His voice grew louder, more excited, more desperate. His eyes searched hers face, and he remembered so many times when he’d been this close to her… before… before she hated him. ”Evangelina…” he drug out her name, in the same manner he used to do when they were first beginning to get to know each other. ”Please, don’t do this. There must be a better way!”
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’I think I might have fallen in love with him.’
”What?” That single breathless word escaped him, half chocked out for he suddenly felt like there was a sword sticking through his chest. His legs would no longer support him, his knees had gone weak. The proud Condos lord verily fell to his knees in the sand next to Evie, desperately trying to catch his breath while not letting her see him actually look weak.
He’s a good man and things are progressing with my family. With Pia and Theo married, Lene is… We all have to do things we never expected, Nik.’
Nikos’ gaze had been somewhat unfocused since he hit the ground. Until now. He turned his sharp blue eyes upon her. Found her own dark orbs looking at him. Those eyes that had always held a fire within them whenever he looked upon her. As if there was a secret only she knew. In this moment, that fire Nikos had grown so fond of over the years was not to be found. And he blamed Gavriil for that, could not see that he had been the one to bring this pain upon her. ”But this? Surely there is -”
Evie’s lyrical voice cut him off, ’I needed to stay in Taengea for Tino… you know that. And I couldn’t wait around for you to…’
Her brother. She was doing this for her brother. Now his anger was turning on Fotios. Her damnable uncle was the cause of her decision. Evie had told Nik before about how Fotios was having an influence over Konstantino that Evie had not been fond too of. This was all making more sense now. Nikos shifted closer to where Evie sat, close enough he could feel her warmth.
But what had Evie meant just now when she said she couldn’t wait for him… to what? To do what? To ask for her hand? Nikos hadn’t been ready for marriage back then. Still didn’t really feel ready for that kind of commitment. Would he ever be ready? He’d known back then that Evie had wanted more from him. And he’d been certain that Fotios would deny him, so instead he’d drowned the feelings he hadn’t wished to feel in booze, drugs, and women. When Evie had found out, Nikos had laughed it off, blamed her for thinking she had been the only woman in his life. But once she had gone, Nikos realized his mistake… too little too late. Unable to find words to respond with, Nikos turned his gaze out to the sea as she continued.
”Gavriil may not be what I ever expected or imagined for myself but he’s steady and he… and I are so similar. He’s kind and generous and… Can’t you just be happy for me for once?’
Again, came that twisting, stabbing pain in his chest, stealing his breath. He turned his head to see Evie had buried her face in her upraised knees. He frowned deeply, a crease forming between his brows. ”No.” he said simply, and without much thought. He winced, realizing that this was the word that had set her off before. He reached out to grab onto her once more if she tried to take off again. ”It’s not what you think. Evie!” He moved in closer, reaching a hand to grip her chin, to make her look at him Really look at him. So that he would know she was hearing his words. ”I would be happy for you, if I thought you were actually happy. You don’t want someone similar. He’s not similar to you. He doesn’t have your love of life, your fire, your passion. He will douse those flames! Maybe not right away, but I’m certain it will happen!” His voice grew louder, more excited, more desperate. His eyes searched hers face, and he remembered so many times when he’d been this close to her… before… before she hated him. ”Evangelina…” he drug out her name, in the same manner he used to do when they were first beginning to get to know each other. ”Please, don’t do this. There must be a better way!”
’I think I might have fallen in love with him.’
”What?” That single breathless word escaped him, half chocked out for he suddenly felt like there was a sword sticking through his chest. His legs would no longer support him, his knees had gone weak. The proud Condos lord verily fell to his knees in the sand next to Evie, desperately trying to catch his breath while not letting her see him actually look weak.
He’s a good man and things are progressing with my family. With Pia and Theo married, Lene is… We all have to do things we never expected, Nik.’
Nikos’ gaze had been somewhat unfocused since he hit the ground. Until now. He turned his sharp blue eyes upon her. Found her own dark orbs looking at him. Those eyes that had always held a fire within them whenever he looked upon her. As if there was a secret only she knew. In this moment, that fire Nikos had grown so fond of over the years was not to be found. And he blamed Gavriil for that, could not see that he had been the one to bring this pain upon her. ”But this? Surely there is -”
Evie’s lyrical voice cut him off, ’I needed to stay in Taengea for Tino… you know that. And I couldn’t wait around for you to…’
Her brother. She was doing this for her brother. Now his anger was turning on Fotios. Her damnable uncle was the cause of her decision. Evie had told Nik before about how Fotios was having an influence over Konstantino that Evie had not been fond too of. This was all making more sense now. Nikos shifted closer to where Evie sat, close enough he could feel her warmth.
But what had Evie meant just now when she said she couldn’t wait for him… to what? To do what? To ask for her hand? Nikos hadn’t been ready for marriage back then. Still didn’t really feel ready for that kind of commitment. Would he ever be ready? He’d known back then that Evie had wanted more from him. And he’d been certain that Fotios would deny him, so instead he’d drowned the feelings he hadn’t wished to feel in booze, drugs, and women. When Evie had found out, Nikos had laughed it off, blamed her for thinking she had been the only woman in his life. But once she had gone, Nikos realized his mistake… too little too late. Unable to find words to respond with, Nikos turned his gaze out to the sea as she continued.
”Gavriil may not be what I ever expected or imagined for myself but he’s steady and he… and I are so similar. He’s kind and generous and… Can’t you just be happy for me for once?’
Again, came that twisting, stabbing pain in his chest, stealing his breath. He turned his head to see Evie had buried her face in her upraised knees. He frowned deeply, a crease forming between his brows. ”No.” he said simply, and without much thought. He winced, realizing that this was the word that had set her off before. He reached out to grab onto her once more if she tried to take off again. ”It’s not what you think. Evie!” He moved in closer, reaching a hand to grip her chin, to make her look at him Really look at him. So that he would know she was hearing his words. ”I would be happy for you, if I thought you were actually happy. You don’t want someone similar. He’s not similar to you. He doesn’t have your love of life, your fire, your passion. He will douse those flames! Maybe not right away, but I’m certain it will happen!” His voice grew louder, more excited, more desperate. His eyes searched hers face, and he remembered so many times when he’d been this close to her… before… before she hated him. ”Evangelina…” he drug out her name, in the same manner he used to do when they were first beginning to get to know each other. ”Please, don’t do this. There must be a better way!”
Sitting there on the beach with the morning light surfacing over the sky, Evangelina for the first time in perhaps forever she felt something shifting inside of her. Realizations and dawning that she had never been comfortable enough with to let come to light even in her subconscious. She’d always known that he didn’t love her but it had never stopped her from adoring him, even when she hated him… she had adored him in a way that couldn’t quite be explained. It was like she was slowly sinking in the middle of the ocean. The tide hitting her and the current pulling her under, deeper into the darkness. But she was already so deep there in the water that she couldn't tell up from down. Had it taken Gavriil’s notice to pull her from the depths? To save her from herself?
She bit her bottom lip to keep the faint traces of the smile that he brought to her face at that thought. He didn’t even realize he’d saved her. He couldn’t possibly know how close she was to drowning, to the darkness, to death. Or could he have? She let go of her lip and traced it with the tip of her tongue wetting the tender spot and consequently forgetting she was even there next to Nikos. That was a first. He sank to the sand next to her, so close she could feel the steady warmth that had once been like standing too close to a raging hearth.
‘No.’ She didn’t try to run off this time, simply sighed deeply. Was it possible this was what closure felt like? Was this what it was like to be completely over someone? He reached out to grab at her again but she didn’t pull back, at least not yet. ‘It’s not what you think. Evie!’ He moved closer still. She didn’t immediately do anything, it was an experiment of sorts. How close did he have to get before that tingle came back? How close did he have to be before she shuddered and curled into automatically?
His hand gripped her chin, the hold forcing her to look at him. She didn’t fight that even, despite wanting to jerk herself free of him. What right did he have to lay claim to her? To care? ‘I would be happy for you,’ She raised a sardonic eyebrow at him. If what? He continued, ‘If I thought you were actually happy. You don’t want someone similar. He’s not similar to you. He doesn’t have your love of life, your fire, your passion. He will douse those flames! Maybe not right away, but I’m certain it will happen!’ The louder, more excited, more desperate his voice became the more she softly yielded, smiling gently at him. There would have been a time… a time even not that long ago that his passion would have sent her heart racing. Would have stirred butterflies in her stomach… Would have made her ache. Could he see it? Could he see that she was slipping away from him?
His eyes searched her face trying to tear away at a wall that wasn’t there any more. ‘Evangelina…’ Her name, it slipped out like it had when she was sixteen. In the same delicious sort of way that used to make her feel things, but now… now there was nothing only a simple regard. ‘Please, don’t do this. There must be a better way.’ She reached out and cupped his cheek in her palm, her thumb grazing across the arc of his cheekbone.
“Nik.” Her soft and sweet, “Even if there was another way, I don’t want a different way.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss, a lingering gentle sort of kiss on his cheek. “I always loved you more than you loved me, if you ever did love me.” She pulled away, starting to pull herself out of his grasp. “I’m not entirely convinced you ever did love me, maybe you could have some day, but it wasn’t when I loved you and not when I needed you to love me.”
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Sitting there on the beach with the morning light surfacing over the sky, Evangelina for the first time in perhaps forever she felt something shifting inside of her. Realizations and dawning that she had never been comfortable enough with to let come to light even in her subconscious. She’d always known that he didn’t love her but it had never stopped her from adoring him, even when she hated him… she had adored him in a way that couldn’t quite be explained. It was like she was slowly sinking in the middle of the ocean. The tide hitting her and the current pulling her under, deeper into the darkness. But she was already so deep there in the water that she couldn't tell up from down. Had it taken Gavriil’s notice to pull her from the depths? To save her from herself?
She bit her bottom lip to keep the faint traces of the smile that he brought to her face at that thought. He didn’t even realize he’d saved her. He couldn’t possibly know how close she was to drowning, to the darkness, to death. Or could he have? She let go of her lip and traced it with the tip of her tongue wetting the tender spot and consequently forgetting she was even there next to Nikos. That was a first. He sank to the sand next to her, so close she could feel the steady warmth that had once been like standing too close to a raging hearth.
‘No.’ She didn’t try to run off this time, simply sighed deeply. Was it possible this was what closure felt like? Was this what it was like to be completely over someone? He reached out to grab at her again but she didn’t pull back, at least not yet. ‘It’s not what you think. Evie!’ He moved closer still. She didn’t immediately do anything, it was an experiment of sorts. How close did he have to get before that tingle came back? How close did he have to be before she shuddered and curled into automatically?
His hand gripped her chin, the hold forcing her to look at him. She didn’t fight that even, despite wanting to jerk herself free of him. What right did he have to lay claim to her? To care? ‘I would be happy for you,’ She raised a sardonic eyebrow at him. If what? He continued, ‘If I thought you were actually happy. You don’t want someone similar. He’s not similar to you. He doesn’t have your love of life, your fire, your passion. He will douse those flames! Maybe not right away, but I’m certain it will happen!’ The louder, more excited, more desperate his voice became the more she softly yielded, smiling gently at him. There would have been a time… a time even not that long ago that his passion would have sent her heart racing. Would have stirred butterflies in her stomach… Would have made her ache. Could he see it? Could he see that she was slipping away from him?
His eyes searched her face trying to tear away at a wall that wasn’t there any more. ‘Evangelina…’ Her name, it slipped out like it had when she was sixteen. In the same delicious sort of way that used to make her feel things, but now… now there was nothing only a simple regard. ‘Please, don’t do this. There must be a better way.’ She reached out and cupped his cheek in her palm, her thumb grazing across the arc of his cheekbone.
“Nik.” Her soft and sweet, “Even if there was another way, I don’t want a different way.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss, a lingering gentle sort of kiss on his cheek. “I always loved you more than you loved me, if you ever did love me.” She pulled away, starting to pull herself out of his grasp. “I’m not entirely convinced you ever did love me, maybe you could have some day, but it wasn’t when I loved you and not when I needed you to love me.”
Sitting there on the beach with the morning light surfacing over the sky, Evangelina for the first time in perhaps forever she felt something shifting inside of her. Realizations and dawning that she had never been comfortable enough with to let come to light even in her subconscious. She’d always known that he didn’t love her but it had never stopped her from adoring him, even when she hated him… she had adored him in a way that couldn’t quite be explained. It was like she was slowly sinking in the middle of the ocean. The tide hitting her and the current pulling her under, deeper into the darkness. But she was already so deep there in the water that she couldn't tell up from down. Had it taken Gavriil’s notice to pull her from the depths? To save her from herself?
She bit her bottom lip to keep the faint traces of the smile that he brought to her face at that thought. He didn’t even realize he’d saved her. He couldn’t possibly know how close she was to drowning, to the darkness, to death. Or could he have? She let go of her lip and traced it with the tip of her tongue wetting the tender spot and consequently forgetting she was even there next to Nikos. That was a first. He sank to the sand next to her, so close she could feel the steady warmth that had once been like standing too close to a raging hearth.
‘No.’ She didn’t try to run off this time, simply sighed deeply. Was it possible this was what closure felt like? Was this what it was like to be completely over someone? He reached out to grab at her again but she didn’t pull back, at least not yet. ‘It’s not what you think. Evie!’ He moved closer still. She didn’t immediately do anything, it was an experiment of sorts. How close did he have to get before that tingle came back? How close did he have to be before she shuddered and curled into automatically?
His hand gripped her chin, the hold forcing her to look at him. She didn’t fight that even, despite wanting to jerk herself free of him. What right did he have to lay claim to her? To care? ‘I would be happy for you,’ She raised a sardonic eyebrow at him. If what? He continued, ‘If I thought you were actually happy. You don’t want someone similar. He’s not similar to you. He doesn’t have your love of life, your fire, your passion. He will douse those flames! Maybe not right away, but I’m certain it will happen!’ The louder, more excited, more desperate his voice became the more she softly yielded, smiling gently at him. There would have been a time… a time even not that long ago that his passion would have sent her heart racing. Would have stirred butterflies in her stomach… Would have made her ache. Could he see it? Could he see that she was slipping away from him?
His eyes searched her face trying to tear away at a wall that wasn’t there any more. ‘Evangelina…’ Her name, it slipped out like it had when she was sixteen. In the same delicious sort of way that used to make her feel things, but now… now there was nothing only a simple regard. ‘Please, don’t do this. There must be a better way.’ She reached out and cupped his cheek in her palm, her thumb grazing across the arc of his cheekbone.
“Nik.” Her soft and sweet, “Even if there was another way, I don’t want a different way.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss, a lingering gentle sort of kiss on his cheek. “I always loved you more than you loved me, if you ever did love me.” She pulled away, starting to pull herself out of his grasp. “I’m not entirely convinced you ever did love me, maybe you could have some day, but it wasn’t when I loved you and not when I needed you to love me.”
Her hand on his face, his name on her lips in that moment, in that tone, was like a balm to the tearing in his chest. She was hearing him. She was understanding what he was saying. But her next words tore that balm form his grasp with a vengeance. She didn’t want a different way. How was that even possible? No. No he had to change her mind! He would not let her be torn from his grasp! What spell had been cast over his Evie to make her act so!?
A kiss to his cheek. His eyes closed at the feeling.
There was that word. The word he’d never spoken to her. The word he’d known back then that she’d wanted to hear. But he hadn’t been ready. He used the word now, with Arete, the mistress he’d been so fond of these past years. The merchant girl he’d brought to the city from his barony. But he used it more as an endearment than a statement. Guess he still wasn’t ready to actually say those words to someone.
Evangelina Began to pull away from him. Began to rise to her feet, presumably to leave him there. ’I’m not entirely convinced you ever did love me… not when I needed you to love me.’
His eyes flew open, blue flames dancing in his gaze. She was right. He could have loved her, really loved her. One day. Maybe one day still. But he would not get that chance if she was wed to another! His arm snapped out, snaking around her waist and tugging her to him in the sand. His other hand came up to entangle into her hair and his mouth sought hers. Never before had his kiss failed to make her knees go weak. He knew that, and he was counting on that now. He wanted – needed this to work. Needed her to pause and think and remember how good they’d been together.
Nikos adored Arete, thoroughly enjoyed having her around. She had the same spark in her that Evangelina possessed. But there were issues with being serious about Arete. She was a peasant for one. And her possible complications with producing an heir were another. Neither would aid in his quest for the crown.
But Evie. She had it all.
If she could only hold out until he could find it within himself to commit… He had to convince her. Words were not working. Seemed to be having the opposite effect, even. But a kiss. His kiss. It was desperate. He knew that. But he had to try! Didn’t he? Dear gods, please let this work!
With that thought, he pressed his lips more firmly to hers, his tongue delving between her lips. His arm tightened around her waist, like he was afraid she was going to drift away on the sea breeze. And he began to ease her back to lay in the sand beside him.
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Her hand on his face, his name on her lips in that moment, in that tone, was like a balm to the tearing in his chest. She was hearing him. She was understanding what he was saying. But her next words tore that balm form his grasp with a vengeance. She didn’t want a different way. How was that even possible? No. No he had to change her mind! He would not let her be torn from his grasp! What spell had been cast over his Evie to make her act so!?
A kiss to his cheek. His eyes closed at the feeling.
There was that word. The word he’d never spoken to her. The word he’d known back then that she’d wanted to hear. But he hadn’t been ready. He used the word now, with Arete, the mistress he’d been so fond of these past years. The merchant girl he’d brought to the city from his barony. But he used it more as an endearment than a statement. Guess he still wasn’t ready to actually say those words to someone.
Evangelina Began to pull away from him. Began to rise to her feet, presumably to leave him there. ’I’m not entirely convinced you ever did love me… not when I needed you to love me.’
His eyes flew open, blue flames dancing in his gaze. She was right. He could have loved her, really loved her. One day. Maybe one day still. But he would not get that chance if she was wed to another! His arm snapped out, snaking around her waist and tugging her to him in the sand. His other hand came up to entangle into her hair and his mouth sought hers. Never before had his kiss failed to make her knees go weak. He knew that, and he was counting on that now. He wanted – needed this to work. Needed her to pause and think and remember how good they’d been together.
Nikos adored Arete, thoroughly enjoyed having her around. She had the same spark in her that Evangelina possessed. But there were issues with being serious about Arete. She was a peasant for one. And her possible complications with producing an heir were another. Neither would aid in his quest for the crown.
But Evie. She had it all.
If she could only hold out until he could find it within himself to commit… He had to convince her. Words were not working. Seemed to be having the opposite effect, even. But a kiss. His kiss. It was desperate. He knew that. But he had to try! Didn’t he? Dear gods, please let this work!
With that thought, he pressed his lips more firmly to hers, his tongue delving between her lips. His arm tightened around her waist, like he was afraid she was going to drift away on the sea breeze. And he began to ease her back to lay in the sand beside him.
Her hand on his face, his name on her lips in that moment, in that tone, was like a balm to the tearing in his chest. She was hearing him. She was understanding what he was saying. But her next words tore that balm form his grasp with a vengeance. She didn’t want a different way. How was that even possible? No. No he had to change her mind! He would not let her be torn from his grasp! What spell had been cast over his Evie to make her act so!?
A kiss to his cheek. His eyes closed at the feeling.
There was that word. The word he’d never spoken to her. The word he’d known back then that she’d wanted to hear. But he hadn’t been ready. He used the word now, with Arete, the mistress he’d been so fond of these past years. The merchant girl he’d brought to the city from his barony. But he used it more as an endearment than a statement. Guess he still wasn’t ready to actually say those words to someone.
Evangelina Began to pull away from him. Began to rise to her feet, presumably to leave him there. ’I’m not entirely convinced you ever did love me… not when I needed you to love me.’
His eyes flew open, blue flames dancing in his gaze. She was right. He could have loved her, really loved her. One day. Maybe one day still. But he would not get that chance if she was wed to another! His arm snapped out, snaking around her waist and tugging her to him in the sand. His other hand came up to entangle into her hair and his mouth sought hers. Never before had his kiss failed to make her knees go weak. He knew that, and he was counting on that now. He wanted – needed this to work. Needed her to pause and think and remember how good they’d been together.
Nikos adored Arete, thoroughly enjoyed having her around. She had the same spark in her that Evangelina possessed. But there were issues with being serious about Arete. She was a peasant for one. And her possible complications with producing an heir were another. Neither would aid in his quest for the crown.
But Evie. She had it all.
If she could only hold out until he could find it within himself to commit… He had to convince her. Words were not working. Seemed to be having the opposite effect, even. But a kiss. His kiss. It was desperate. He knew that. But he had to try! Didn’t he? Dear gods, please let this work!
With that thought, he pressed his lips more firmly to hers, his tongue delving between her lips. His arm tightened around her waist, like he was afraid she was going to drift away on the sea breeze. And he began to ease her back to lay in the sand beside him.
One day. Some day. Maybe. These were all things she’d already weighed in her mind and decided she was worth more than that. She was worth loving now. She deserved not wondering if or when or whether or not she ever would be loved. She was worth more than questions. She’d already realized that which meant she was already saying goodbye. Perhaps, up until now she’d always been holding out for something more… hoping that he’d swing back her way and take her off the shelf or out of that metaphorical toy box and realize that out of all the loves he’d loved she was the love that was meant for him. All of this time, all of these wasted years that she could have been happy and that she could have felt… loved. It left her ready to start this new part of her life. To shed this uncertainty and grow into the person she was supposed to be.
Her mother had once told her there would be a time in her life when she had to put away her childish toys… Evangelina had always thought it had been literal. Her wooden toy horses. Her dolls. The slingshot she’d carried. All of those things were the things Evie had thought her mother had meant. But sitting here, she had a sense that her mother might have meant it on a larger scale. She had to put away her childish loves, in order to open her heart to something more… something real.
She’d been lost in her own thoughts or she’d have seen the flicker of fight that had been borne in Niko’s eyes as she was pulling away. If she’d been paying attention at least a little more she’d have been on her feet and away from him faster than the wind could shift. But she hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t expected his arm to snake out and catch her around the waist tugging her back to him. She didn’t have time to think, to form a plan, to react even. He was pulling her against him, pressing himself against her, devouring her. His hand entangling in her hair. Her eyes wide opened in shock at first and then registering his actions she tried to jerk away, but he was prepared for that. His free arm had come around entangling in her hair holding her in a way that she couldn’t pull free.
Her mind raced through every small detail she could remember of the moments leading up to this. Had she been too forward? Had she said something to make him think that she was still in love with him? She was frozen there. Perhaps, he took the lack of her movement to mean she was warming to the idea of this but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her heart was racing but it was racing for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t racing for passion but for fear.
She had to get away. She had to get him to stop.
Twisting, she shifted trying to find some small corner. Some small leverage where she could pull free. Her mouth gaped open to let out a plea but his mouth covered her before she could find the air to scream. His tongue delving into her mouth. His arms tightened around her waist and he was pushing her back in the sand. Her panic was drawing higher as the situation seemed to be escalating. Gods, if she got out of this with her dignity intact she was going to learn a valuable lesson here. He’d lost his ever loving mind. They were on a beach in the early hours of morning and he was all but mauling her.
She felt herself wedged between the sand and his weight, she had to do something. She knew where this was headed. Her teeth gnashed out to bite him at the same time she doubled her right fist doubled and she threw her weight into socking him in the jaw. The fingers of her other hand clawed like some sort of wild animal at his face as if she was trying to rip the skin off the bones of his skull.
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One day. Some day. Maybe. These were all things she’d already weighed in her mind and decided she was worth more than that. She was worth loving now. She deserved not wondering if or when or whether or not she ever would be loved. She was worth more than questions. She’d already realized that which meant she was already saying goodbye. Perhaps, up until now she’d always been holding out for something more… hoping that he’d swing back her way and take her off the shelf or out of that metaphorical toy box and realize that out of all the loves he’d loved she was the love that was meant for him. All of this time, all of these wasted years that she could have been happy and that she could have felt… loved. It left her ready to start this new part of her life. To shed this uncertainty and grow into the person she was supposed to be.
Her mother had once told her there would be a time in her life when she had to put away her childish toys… Evangelina had always thought it had been literal. Her wooden toy horses. Her dolls. The slingshot she’d carried. All of those things were the things Evie had thought her mother had meant. But sitting here, she had a sense that her mother might have meant it on a larger scale. She had to put away her childish loves, in order to open her heart to something more… something real.
She’d been lost in her own thoughts or she’d have seen the flicker of fight that had been borne in Niko’s eyes as she was pulling away. If she’d been paying attention at least a little more she’d have been on her feet and away from him faster than the wind could shift. But she hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t expected his arm to snake out and catch her around the waist tugging her back to him. She didn’t have time to think, to form a plan, to react even. He was pulling her against him, pressing himself against her, devouring her. His hand entangling in her hair. Her eyes wide opened in shock at first and then registering his actions she tried to jerk away, but he was prepared for that. His free arm had come around entangling in her hair holding her in a way that she couldn’t pull free.
Her mind raced through every small detail she could remember of the moments leading up to this. Had she been too forward? Had she said something to make him think that she was still in love with him? She was frozen there. Perhaps, he took the lack of her movement to mean she was warming to the idea of this but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her heart was racing but it was racing for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t racing for passion but for fear.
She had to get away. She had to get him to stop.
Twisting, she shifted trying to find some small corner. Some small leverage where she could pull free. Her mouth gaped open to let out a plea but his mouth covered her before she could find the air to scream. His tongue delving into her mouth. His arms tightened around her waist and he was pushing her back in the sand. Her panic was drawing higher as the situation seemed to be escalating. Gods, if she got out of this with her dignity intact she was going to learn a valuable lesson here. He’d lost his ever loving mind. They were on a beach in the early hours of morning and he was all but mauling her.
She felt herself wedged between the sand and his weight, she had to do something. She knew where this was headed. Her teeth gnashed out to bite him at the same time she doubled her right fist doubled and she threw her weight into socking him in the jaw. The fingers of her other hand clawed like some sort of wild animal at his face as if she was trying to rip the skin off the bones of his skull.
One day. Some day. Maybe. These were all things she’d already weighed in her mind and decided she was worth more than that. She was worth loving now. She deserved not wondering if or when or whether or not she ever would be loved. She was worth more than questions. She’d already realized that which meant she was already saying goodbye. Perhaps, up until now she’d always been holding out for something more… hoping that he’d swing back her way and take her off the shelf or out of that metaphorical toy box and realize that out of all the loves he’d loved she was the love that was meant for him. All of this time, all of these wasted years that she could have been happy and that she could have felt… loved. It left her ready to start this new part of her life. To shed this uncertainty and grow into the person she was supposed to be.
Her mother had once told her there would be a time in her life when she had to put away her childish toys… Evangelina had always thought it had been literal. Her wooden toy horses. Her dolls. The slingshot she’d carried. All of those things were the things Evie had thought her mother had meant. But sitting here, she had a sense that her mother might have meant it on a larger scale. She had to put away her childish loves, in order to open her heart to something more… something real.
She’d been lost in her own thoughts or she’d have seen the flicker of fight that had been borne in Niko’s eyes as she was pulling away. If she’d been paying attention at least a little more she’d have been on her feet and away from him faster than the wind could shift. But she hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t expected his arm to snake out and catch her around the waist tugging her back to him. She didn’t have time to think, to form a plan, to react even. He was pulling her against him, pressing himself against her, devouring her. His hand entangling in her hair. Her eyes wide opened in shock at first and then registering his actions she tried to jerk away, but he was prepared for that. His free arm had come around entangling in her hair holding her in a way that she couldn’t pull free.
Her mind raced through every small detail she could remember of the moments leading up to this. Had she been too forward? Had she said something to make him think that she was still in love with him? She was frozen there. Perhaps, he took the lack of her movement to mean she was warming to the idea of this but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her heart was racing but it was racing for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t racing for passion but for fear.
She had to get away. She had to get him to stop.
Twisting, she shifted trying to find some small corner. Some small leverage where she could pull free. Her mouth gaped open to let out a plea but his mouth covered her before she could find the air to scream. His tongue delving into her mouth. His arms tightened around her waist and he was pushing her back in the sand. Her panic was drawing higher as the situation seemed to be escalating. Gods, if she got out of this with her dignity intact she was going to learn a valuable lesson here. He’d lost his ever loving mind. They were on a beach in the early hours of morning and he was all but mauling her.
She felt herself wedged between the sand and his weight, she had to do something. She knew where this was headed. Her teeth gnashed out to bite him at the same time she doubled her right fist doubled and she threw her weight into socking him in the jaw. The fingers of her other hand clawed like some sort of wild animal at his face as if she was trying to rip the skin off the bones of his skull.