Chapter 35

As I sit at the kitchen table in the Hollow's trailer, I stare down at the lukewarm mug of coffee that my hands are wrapped around. Blush stands, leaning against the corner to my right, trying to convince me to go out with her tonight.

"Come on, Noir. It'll be fun. It's just a quiet bar not too far from here," she reassures me, her tone persuasive.

I take a deep breath, bringing the mug to my lips. "I'm not sure, Blush. Why don't we just hang out here?"

"Because it's shit," she responds bluntly, and I can't help but smile while lowering the mug after taking a sip, but the smile feels foreign, almost forced.

I feel the cuts on my arms rubbing against the fabric of my hoodie, a constant reminder of everything I went through just a couple of nights ago, the blackout I had. Ever since that night, I have felt a shift in Hell's behaviour. He is quieter than usual and not as hands-on; we haven't even fucked. I've asked him if he is okay, but he just responds with a simple nod, as if he doesn't want to talk to me. The atmosphere is making me feel uneasy, a tension that I can't shake and want to escape from. Maybe going out with Blush will be what I need.

"It'll only be for a few hours," she adds, her eyes pleading.

I look at her, sighing as I sit back. "You're not going to drop this, are you?"

She shakes her head with a big, wide smile. "Fuck no."

Suddenly, Wrath walks in shirtless from the direction of his bedroom and we both fall into silence. His eyes meet mine briefly, but he doesn't say anything as usual. He continues forward, and my gaze shifts to see Blush staring at him, lust evident in her pretty pink eyes, her cheeks literally blushing.

As he stops in front of her, his tall, broad frame overshadows her and presses against hers very boldly as he reaches for the refrigerator beside her. She sucks in a sharp breath, her head tilted right back as his red orbs stay fixed on hers. Without them breaking eye contact, he reaches inside for a bottle of water, his jaw flexing with every chew of his gum. His expression is blank, but the intensity pours from him as if darkness is seeping from his pores and suffocating the room. He is clearly unbothered that he is intimidating the fuck out of her, and I can't help but grin at the sight.

When he has the bottle, his eyes gradually move down to the swell of her breasts before he steps back, turning around and returning to his bedroom. The air is thick with unspoken tension, and Blush's breath comes out in a shaky exhale before she looks at me with expanded eyes.

"I think I need to change my panties." She says in the most serious tone, and I can't help but laugh.

"Please, Noir." She begs once again, and I think about it before giving a small nod. "Fine. But I'm not staying for long."

She squeals, "Be ready for eight pm."

With that she walks out with a spring in her step, and I sink back into my chair, lost in stillness. When the door opens, I don't look until Soul comes into view.

He tosses a small box onto the table in front of me, "Madame said to give these to you."

I lean forward, reaching for it, noticing it's the anti-depressants I asked for, and a wave of relief sweeps over me.

"Thanks," I say when my eyes reach his. He gives a small nod before walking away, leaving me staring at the box blankly.