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finger stroked down either side of her throat. He felt her stiffen, but she did not move away in fear for her life, knowing he could snap her neck with one touch.
“Cyrille?” she questioned, her eyes searching his face.
He wanted to smile at her, to offer reassurance but his smile could do no such thing now. His smile twisted and contorted the scars, bunching them until his face was even more mangled by flame and blade.
“You are my brother’s wife,” he told her , as if they both did not know.
She nodded her head , and he felt her swallow when he did not move his hand away. Instead he stroked her neck, his fingers nearly wrapping around it, as he felt the soft skin his hand touched.
“Cyrille?”
Perhaps she did sound a little nervous. “You belong to my brother.”
Any other woman he felt would be hysterical at this point , but Keri remained where she was, still leaning into him, but her eyes were full of questions. Did she trust him that much? How could he betray such a trust with the thoughts that were in his head? He yanked his hand away and opened his arms wide. “Get away from me,” he told her.
Keri remained where she was, her brows knit into a frown. “Now , or I will forget you belong to my brother.”
She scrambled away then, fleeing to the other side of the fire , where she stood staring at him. She did so for several minutes. “It is okay Cyrille.”
Her words stung. She knew he couldn’t get a woman. Why being aware of her knowledge disturbed him , he could not say, because it was a foregone conclusion a man such as he could not.
“I will be more consider ate in the future.” She stared at him awkwardly for a moment, before dropping to the ground, and settling into the makeshift mattress of leaves covered by a blanket with her children.
Cyrille watched her sleep for a long time , nestled between her two children. He wanted what his brother had so bad he could scream. The only thing that kept him from sliding a blade into his throat and taking what he had, was the simple thing called love. Despite how much he longed for his woman, and the comforts of home she provided just by being near, he could never do it. He knew a part of him looked forward to their escape together. He knew that was why he did not come up with a solution how to help Damien fight, because he had the knowledge if he did nothing, he could have it all. But it would be nothing if he did not have Damien.
He had to get used to this life of loneliness, devoid of the soft touch of a woman. He craved to have a soft body pressed against him, to hear her pleasure mixed with his own. He had fallen in love with women from the first time he held one in his arms and kissed her. How he wished he could go back , and if this was to be his fate, he never would have that first kiss. Cyrille knew it must be punishment for his past, perhaps the hearts he broke, though he never lied to them. He did not have to, because they always came willingly to his bed. Now, he could offer them a lifetime of riches, and they would still shun him, because he was a monster.
It was amazing that he did not even feel like the same man. He still had the same desires , but he found his patience gone, replaced by surliness he seemed to not be able to shake. Perhaps it was because of the way he was looked at. No amount of kindness made a difference when interacting. He guessed he just fell into the role that was expected of him.
~ ~ ~
The next afternoon, the little group road through the gates of Kinsey. Keri felt apprehension weigh heavy on her chest. Cyrille was leading her into the lion’s den. But did she not choose this path? Tomorrow she would send the children to her father, then her worry would decrease tenfold. She could not allow harm to come to her children because of her foolish nature.
Cyrille was prepared for a fight , but she saw his
“Cyrille?” she questioned, her eyes searching his face.
He wanted to smile at her, to offer reassurance but his smile could do no such thing now. His smile twisted and contorted the scars, bunching them until his face was even more mangled by flame and blade.
“You are my brother’s wife,” he told her , as if they both did not know.
She nodded her head , and he felt her swallow when he did not move his hand away. Instead he stroked her neck, his fingers nearly wrapping around it, as he felt the soft skin his hand touched.
“Cyrille?”
Perhaps she did sound a little nervous. “You belong to my brother.”
Any other woman he felt would be hysterical at this point , but Keri remained where she was, still leaning into him, but her eyes were full of questions. Did she trust him that much? How could he betray such a trust with the thoughts that were in his head? He yanked his hand away and opened his arms wide. “Get away from me,” he told her.
Keri remained where she was, her brows knit into a frown. “Now , or I will forget you belong to my brother.”
She scrambled away then, fleeing to the other side of the fire , where she stood staring at him. She did so for several minutes. “It is okay Cyrille.”
Her words stung. She knew he couldn’t get a woman. Why being aware of her knowledge disturbed him , he could not say, because it was a foregone conclusion a man such as he could not.
“I will be more consider ate in the future.” She stared at him awkwardly for a moment, before dropping to the ground, and settling into the makeshift mattress of leaves covered by a blanket with her children.
Cyrille watched her sleep for a long time , nestled between her two children. He wanted what his brother had so bad he could scream. The only thing that kept him from sliding a blade into his throat and taking what he had, was the simple thing called love. Despite how much he longed for his woman, and the comforts of home she provided just by being near, he could never do it. He knew a part of him looked forward to their escape together. He knew that was why he did not come up with a solution how to help Damien fight, because he had the knowledge if he did nothing, he could have it all. But it would be nothing if he did not have Damien.
He had to get used to this life of loneliness, devoid of the soft touch of a woman. He craved to have a soft body pressed against him, to hear her pleasure mixed with his own. He had fallen in love with women from the first time he held one in his arms and kissed her. How he wished he could go back , and if this was to be his fate, he never would have that first kiss. Cyrille knew it must be punishment for his past, perhaps the hearts he broke, though he never lied to them. He did not have to, because they always came willingly to his bed. Now, he could offer them a lifetime of riches, and they would still shun him, because he was a monster.
It was amazing that he did not even feel like the same man. He still had the same desires , but he found his patience gone, replaced by surliness he seemed to not be able to shake. Perhaps it was because of the way he was looked at. No amount of kindness made a difference when interacting. He guessed he just fell into the role that was expected of him.
~ ~ ~
The next afternoon, the little group road through the gates of Kinsey. Keri felt apprehension weigh heavy on her chest. Cyrille was leading her into the lion’s den. But did she not choose this path? Tomorrow she would send the children to her father, then her worry would decrease tenfold. She could not allow harm to come to her children because of her foolish nature.
Cyrille was prepared for a fight , but she saw his
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