Chapter 303: Chapter 303 Separating a Fight
The corner of Theo’s mouth twitched, like he’d just bitten into something bitter. He blinked slowly, adjusting his glasses as if stalling for time. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," I said, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed smugly. "Say it, or I’m going back to bed. And don’t bother knocking again, because I’ll magically reinforce the door next time."
He scoffed, the sound sharp and indignant. "You can’t be serious."
"Oh, I’m very serious, Mr. Four Eyes."
His nostrils flared, I could see the battle happening behind his glasses, pride wrestling with desperation. I smirked wider, enjoying every second of it.
"I don’t take orders from..."
"Then goodbye." I turned on my heel, dragging my feet deliberately loud against the floor as I headed back toward the bed.
’Who says I can’t have fun while nearing my death?’
"Wait!"
I paused mid-step, just to torture him a bit more. "Yes?"
Theo’s jaw clenched, his voice dropping low, tight with irritation. "You’re really not going to move unless I..."
"Say it," I said sweetly, looking over my shoulder with my best innocent face.
He exhaled through his nose like a bull about to charge, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like curses. Then, finally, through gritted teeth.
"...Master."
I turned fully, cupping my ear. "What was that? I didn’t quite hear you."
He looked like he wanted to slam my head through the nearest wall. "I said, Master! There! Happy?!"
"Ecstatic," I said, grinning ear to ear. "Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?"
"Hard?!" He jabbed a finger toward me, trembling with restrained rage. "You made me humiliate myself!"
I shrugged, walking past him with an airy wave. "Consider it character development."
Theo walked ahead of me, his steps loud, his pride louder. I followed behind with a smug grin plastered on my face, watching his shoulders stiffen with every step he took. His jaw clenches, the veins on his neck twitching, I could practically taste his irritation, and it was delicious.
"Don’t look so happy," he muttered.
"Oh, I’m not happy," I said sweetly. "I’m ecstatic."
He grunts something under his breath that sounds like, "I should’ve left you sleeping," and I roll my eyes.
We walk through the long stone corridor that leads to the courtyard, the air thick with tension. I heard low growls, crashing sounds, and the ground trembling faintly under my feet. It’s wild, animalistic, the kind of sound that sets every instinct on alert.
I quickened my pace.
The moment we stepped outside, the air changed. It was thick with power and heavy with dominance. The scent of blood, sweat, and burning earth filled my nose.
And there they were, Damon and Rhydian.
Both of them were in the middle of the castle, they had fought their way from the barrier, and they were surrounded by shattered stone and claw marks that ran deep into the ground.
Damon’s shirt is long gone... of course I expected... his muscles tense, his body glistened with sweat. His stormy grey eyes could silence anything living.
Rhydian’s wings were out, torn in a few places, but still beating slowly behind him. He’s bleeding from a cut across his cheek, and he was literally covered in wounds, but that doesn’t stop him from squaring his shoulders and glaring right at Damon, his chest heaving.
They circle each other like predators, one a beast born of the moon, the other a creature sculpted from the stars... not quite sure about the last part.
’Great,’ I thought to myself. ’Exactly what I wanted to deal with today. Two grown men trying to kill each other over me. Again.’
Theo stopped beside me, exhaling a long-suffering sigh. "They’ve been at it for hours. The courtyard guards tried to step in... until Damon almost ripped one of them in half."
"Lovely," I murmur.
Damon lunged forward. His claws extended mid-stride, and the air cracked with the force of his movement. Rhydian dodges, barely, his feet skimming across the ground as Damon’s claws slash through a pillar like it was butter. Dust explodes into the air.
Rhydian flicks his wrist, summoning a ripple of fae light that bursts between them like a barrier. But Damon crashes through it, the light shatters like glass, scattering harmlessly around him.
’Rhydian looks like he can’t hold on for long, was it wrong of me not to stop the fight earlier? But they are always on each other’s throats. What is the best way to deal with the situation except letting them fight it out?’ I pinched my nose in frustration.
I needed my alone time to reflect and think about my life, why must I worry about two grown ass men?
Rhydian stumbles back, shock flickering across his face for a split second before he regains composure. Damon grabs him by the throat, slamming him hard into the nearest wall. The sound echoes, deep and loud.
I gasped, covering my mouth as they formed into a letter O.
Rhydian’s wings flare wide, and for a moment, he actually manages to shove Damon back, his knee striking Damon’s ribs with a sickening crack. Damon’s eyes darkened dangerously, his lips curved into a devilish smirk, his canines lengthening, that smirk that means someone’s about to regret being born.
I’ve had enough.
"DAMON!"
My voice sliced through the chaos like a whip. Both of them froze mid-motion, their eyes snapping toward me.
Theo muttered under his breath, "Oh, this should be good," and stepped a safe distance away.
Damon’s gaze softened slightly when he saw me. Rhydian did too, though his pride flickered behind his eyes. For one brief tense moment, no one moved.
Then Damon straightened his back, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowed at Rhydian. "He started it."
My jaw dropped. "Seriously? That’s your excuse? You sound like a five-year-old." My voice came out calmly, like a mother who was fed up with her two naughty sons.
"He wanted to touch you," Damon growled, his voice deep and dangerous. "And he keeps calling you his..."
"Don’t you dare finish that sentence," I snapped, cutting him off.