(Author’s POV)
Amy couldn’t help but flinch. Her eyes widened as Sebastian approached. His intense gaze made her clench her fists unconsciously. She stood there like a rock.
Sebastian Garcia’s tone came out peculiar as he commented, "Don’t make that face. It makes me want to do bad things to you, Amy. You know that, right?"
His imposing yet impatient steps and words made Amy realize what was to come.
Sebastian wasted no time saying anything more. He held Amy by the back of her neck and pulled her inside completely, as he locked the door and pressed her against it.
Amy’s jaw tightened, aching like hell, her hands on his chest, trying to create some space between her and Sebastian.
He surprised her and kissed her fiercely, leaving her suffocated and breathless. After a good time spent kissing Amy, Sebastian pulled his mouth away from hers, though a thread of saliva still connected the two.
He then murmured against her lips, "Now that I have got my medicine, what do you want to talk about, my wife?"
Although Amy’s expression remained dazed but internally, she was relieved to see this side of him. She gave him a tentative, innocent look as she looked into his charcoal black eyes and started, "Seb~ ... are you~ ... Are you free the day after tomorrow?"
"I am free anytime you need me. Tell me, what is it?" he spoke like a lovesick fool, as he totally is.
Clearing her throat, Amy continued, "I have~ .... I have made dinner plans with someone, and I want to introduce you to them. Will you be willing to accompany me?" Her voice sounded doubtful.
Sebastian’s eyes flickered, though it was just for a nanosecond. He then asked, "If my wife asks, of course, I will be more than willing to accompany you. Why are you hesitant? Who is it, you guest?"
"I will introduce them to you that day. Actually, what I wanted to say is that can you~ .... can you ask Ezra and Rachel to join as well. If you call them, they will surely come," she spoke truthfully. "If they knew, it was from me they would~ ...." She left her words unsaid.
"Did any of them say anything to you, huhh? Let me call them and set them straight. How dare they behave like this with their mother?" Sebastian’s eyes glinted with anger as he pulled away from her completely. As he was about to make the call, Amy held his hand, not letting him do that.
"They didn’t say anything, Seb. I just~ .... I just wanted to make sure that they both are there. That’s why I asked you. The kids~ ... they are really good to me," Amy assured him, her voice desperate.
But Sebastian was fuming, so much so that he disregarded Amy’s presence and jerked away from her, resulting in her ghastly fall as her forehead rammed into a table’s edgy side, a sharp pain shooting through her head. Blood poured out of the freshly cut wound, but Sebastian didn’t look. His mind was still stuck on his children’s rude behaviour. He was banging and throwing things restlessly. He was having an episode of a fit.
Despite the throbbing pain, Amy got up from the floor and walked towards Sebastian. She then held his shoulders and mumbled, "Relax, Seb. Calm down." Rubbing his nape area, she kept on repeating these words, but the guy was totally in his zone.
With no choice left, Amy guided his mouth to her freshly cut injury. No later than his lips came in contact with her blood, he started licking and savouring her blood like a madman. Amy was in excruciating pain, but she held on and let him do whatever he wanted. After a few seconds, Sebastian’s sanity came back.
The blazing fire that his eyes had been igniting a second ago quieted down as he looked at Amy’s drained face, full of heavy sweat beads mixed with her blood.
"What the~ ... how did this happen?" he asked Amy. But then realized their position and, with a hesitant, doubtful tone, he added, "Did I~ .... Did I do this?" His eyes turned bloodshot as remorse filled him to the brim.
"Amy, I am sorry. I am really sorry that I lost it. I am really sorry that I hurt you. You shouldn’t have come closer. You know what happens~ .... when~" he apologized to her profusely as he held her in his arms.
As her feet touched the black space, she looked around once again to search for the ’Compendium of Enigma’, the most coveted thing.
Her eyes narrowed as she couldn’t see anything that would resemble a book or a manuscript, but there was nothing, just empty, shallow space. Her eyes blazed with fury, more fierce than the lava itself. "Did that bastard, Ramiel, con me?" Her fists clenched as she looked for the item desperately while cursing the king of hell, "Fucking Bastard! I will kill him if his information turns out to be false. Arghhh~ ... WHERE THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU?" She roared, her voice desperate.
If she didn’t find the compendium, everything would fall apart. Her plan, her goal, her title, her status. The things she has built, the ladder she had ascended, everything will be crumbled, gone in the dust.
Feeling defeated, she landed on the floor with a thud as a crying, bellowing roar came out of her mouth, "AAAAAAAAAAA~."
All of a sudden, her cries were drowned by a peculiar laughter.
Elisa instantly became alert and stopped her crying. She looked around, but there was no one. She was alone. She called out, "Who is here? Who is it?" Her voice filled with wariness.
"You tell me~ ... who are you? And how did you come here?" the voice echoed around her.
"I was the one who asked this question first. ANSWER ME," Elisa stood up, looking at the empty space with a defiant look. Her posture erect, her body language exuding a queen’s confidence.
"Hahaha~ .... How audacious of you? Coming to my home and asking who am I?" the voice reverberated.
To Be Continued . . . . . .

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