Cyrus keeps his promise from then on. He doesn’t touch me again. Not even as I walk towards the bathroom, still weakened from the loss of blood. He watches me with a pained expression on his face and his jaw clenched.
I grind my teeth together as I shut the door behind me with a little more force than necessary. Why the hell does he need to be so damn honorable or whatever this is about? I shake my head in disbelief. My dad ruined everything.
It’s a good thing he didn’t mention the spells. I’d probably be chained if he did. Okay, maybe not chained, but I’d get an earful. Cyrus would lose it if he found out that I’m trying to dip into dark magic.
I’m just drying myself with a towel, when he knocks on the door. For a moment, I feel tempted not to answer him. Just to have him barge in and
