Chapter 6

Layla

My heart is pounding in my chest as I eat dinner with Dyronix, watching him cautiously as I keep thinking he's going to do something already. I have no idea what's going through his head right now, but I know it is not anything good. It's pretty obvious to me that he's playing me, and he knows he is doing it as well, making me think that maybe I'm falling for the wrong person right now. I know how it might end up sounding but why would he actually bring me into his home? This seems very fishy to me, and I have this feeling I'm going to find out soon enough.

"So," He murmurs softly, a twinkle in his eyes as he sits across from me, digging into the fish he has prepared, "tell me about yourself. Why are you here?"

"I want to make a difference." I explain to him, hoping that it makes sense, "and I want to be able to help those who really need it. Of course, this entire thing could end up biting me in the ass and whatnot but it's becoming more and more evidently clear that there's nothing that I'm going to be able to do unless I put myself out there. I know my family did not agree with my choices, but they didn't need to. I didn't require them too either. I was just doing what I knew was right and I didn't let anything stand in my way."

He looks pretty pleased by my answer, and I wonder what he had thought of me originally, "I like that. I know it might sound a bit crazy, but it has come to my attention at times that we have been allowing ourselves to get thrown into the masses without thinking about it. I have been fighting this war even though I really don't want to, but I feel like I have to. My home is here, and I need to protect the place that I live before it gets ripped out from under me."

I slowly nod in agreement because I understand that completely, "I get it. It wouldn't even surprise me if things just ended badly for you, and it was all due to the fact that you decided not to join the army. I have heard that some people who had refused to fight ended up losing everything."

He nods, making me realize how true that is, "you're right, they did end up doing that. It's a cruel thing to think about but I don't hold many regrets about it. I keep thinking that maybe I'm going to just end up allowing this to take me down but not take into consideration everything that has happened. I know either way it's going to be alright, but I do worry that I might end up doing something drastic."

I like what he is saying because I do relate to it. I can only imagine how he feels, like he has to do something even though he really doesn't want to. I don't know if I could have done that because I'm not keen on being forced to do something. If it were me, I probably would have told each and every one of those bastards to leave me alone and not dare to think about anything else. But of course, I know that he probably can't actually say something like that, so he has to pretend like nothing bothers him.

I mean truly, what's the worst thing that could happen?

"What do you think?" I suddenly ask him, feeling a bit curious now, "A part of me does wonder if we're even making the right decision. Is this war something we should be worrying about? Are you not afraid that maybe you are righting for the wrong reasons?"

He pursues his lips and nods slowly, "I wonder that each and every day that I'm fighting. I have killed so many of my kind, unfortunately even the innocent ones, and I'm not allowed to grieve them because they are seen as traitors. So many of my friends have been killed, men that I have held dear to me. Even some who were on the other side, and I wanted to keep them safe, but it was clear what was going to happen between us. There was nothing that I could do.

He looks so sad, like he's going to start crying at any moment. I want to cry with him because I get it. This whole entire situation just sucks balls, and I don't know how anyone can do it. I don't know why he is just expected to accept it when he hasn't honestly done anything. If it were me, I would have told him to think more about it before allowing himself to be dragged in like that.

But he doesn't want to lose his home, I get it.

I reach out and lightly place my hand on his, wondering if I could even comfort him. His head jerks up almost immediately and he looks at me with wide eyes. I don't know what he is thinking and I'm not sure that I want to know but I can see that he isn't holding anything back. Maybe I need to just say it.

"Why don't you really have a female?" I ask him now, seeing how he tenses, "I mean, you're really not lacking anywhere, and it seems like you have everything going for you. I'm sure that you should have been able to win the heart of someone pretty quickly, but it doesn't look like you even care about doing that. Why?"

"What's the point in doing it?" He asks me, tilting his head to the side as he stares at me with dark eyes, "I want to marry out of love. I want to be with the one person who's always going to have my back and not allow them to ruin it for me. I know, of course, that this could turn around and bite me in the ass, but I don't care. I know what I want, and I know that I'm not going to allow someone else to ruin it for me. Not when I'm getting so close to achieving it."

I study him carefully now because, to me, it seems like nothing is coming out right, "then why am I here? Why did you kiss me?"

His lips parted slightly as he stared at me as I awaited his answer anxiously, "Honestly… I am in love with you."

I freeze right then and there, staring at him like he had just grown a second head, "what?"

His cheeks burn a little darker as he blushes, "Yes, I'm in love with you. I don't care if it is considered love at first sight or what, I just know that there is no way that I'm going to be able to let you walk out of my life. I know it might seem a bit rushed to you but I'm asking you to give me the chance to prove to you that I'm the only one for you."

I should tell him that he is crazy and to not come at me with this nonsense, but I am intrigued. I study him cautiously and carefully because I kind of want to know what he means by that. Does he actually believe he is in love with me? Does he think that this is going to work out because of it? Does he actually want to have a relationship with me or is this just doomed from the start?

I don't have the answers and I don't know a hundred percent what I want from this relationship. This could go very wrong, and I know it, but I do know that there is no way in hell that I'm going to allow this to come out the way that it did. I finish the rest of my food and I watch him carefully as I try to decide where to go from here. Like I have said before, I couldn't be completely certain that this is the road that I want to go down, but I am sure that I'm going to at least try.

"Prove it to me." I suddenly tell him, making him look at me with wide eyes, "Prove to me that this relationship is going to be one that can last, and I will give you whatever you want, whenever you want. I may not believe in love at first sight, but you have really intrigued me, Dyronix. I'm willing to give you that chance."

I don't know how he is going to prove it to me but I'm kind of eager to see how it happens. He rises to his feet, making me so aware of how big he really is, and he moves around the table. He helps me to my feet, being a complete gentleman but I know he is going to ravish me soon and that's not what a gentleman does.

I'm okay with it though, more than what I ever thought I could be. Feeling a boost of confidence, I wrap my arms around his neck and just hold on, smiling up at him. He looks down at me as well, a glimmer in his eyes that spells nothing but mischief. I don't know what I am seeing there but what I do know is that I'm not going to allow him out of my sight at all. I keep thinking that maybe I'm going to end up falling even harder for him but that would be crazy.

His lips meet mine in a frenzied kiss and his tongue immediately invades my mouth. I let out a strangled gasp as I really didn't expect that, just kissing him back and allowing myself to go with the flow of it. I feel like he is going to devour me and it's a scary but sexy feeling, allowing myself to easily get swept away. I wonder if he really just knows what he is doing or if he was just playing with me because I find myself falling harder and faster for him with every passing second.

Maybe he's just addicting, that has to be it.

I let my hands dance over his body, feeling every strong dip and curve. I wonder how it's going to feel with him buried inside of me, wondering if he is big. I have to say I think he is going to be big and that's a little nerve-wracking because he could end up splitting me in half and I wouldn't be able to do anything but accept it.

I reach down and cup him through his trousers and I know then that I will not be disappointed. Nervously gnawing on my bottom lip, all I can do is touch him and see how he stiffens almost immediately, like he could break at any second. Oh, fuck me.

I think I might not make it out of this without feeling really sore afterwards. What a monster he has.