Love Grows In The Dark by Eli Lowe (read books for money TXT) 📕

could not let her escape that easily from whatever she did or not.

“Fight. Dammit. Lift your sword up, just as you had dared to do the same with the silver dagger and never hesitated twice before stabbing Markus without thinking much of the later consequences.

So, what happened now.

What is stopping you when I am already here standing in front of you and waiting ever so eagerly to let you harm me however you can or only if you can.” I just could not help but scream at her with all my might, seeing that she was not at all willing to fight back, which made me even angrier.

Why was she not fighting for her own justice?

Why was she not even trying to prove herself innocent?

How could she accept anything that easily whatever others accuse her of? How could she accept what I was accusing her of?

Even my instincts kept telling me that something is wrong. This whole thing which came to me, could not be the whole truth. But why she was not at all intended to clarify herself?

I knew that I had already blamed her for what happened last night, but I was helpless as well. I had to believe whatever I was told cause at that time there was no one else to tell their part of the incident which could have given me another reason to think otherwise in order to help me find out the truth better.

I just needed to listen to what happened last night from her perspective.

I wanted her to explain and that was why I came here in the first place, but I had never imagined that she would not even bother to justify herself.

No matter how much I provoked her, nothing came out which could have persuaded me to think all over again.

But, I was like hoping for something which was never meant to happen. It seemed that I was more desperate to prove her innocence than herself.

She kept standing with her sword down even when my blade had already made contact with her flesh, causing her blood to ooze out ever so cruelly, but she did not scream at all. As if she was in much greater pain to feel such little one.

I did not just get why she came to stand before me like this. What happened to her? What made her tainted with such filth?

Then again, I cared the least.

“Fight.” I shouted once again as I saw that she completely froze at her spot, quite unlikely. I swung my blade once again to make her move but she just did not. Even when the tip of my sharp and pointed sword laid on her bare skin at last on her neck, she did not tremble, neither did she try to avoid the assault of my blade.

My blood boiled seeing her caring the least about herself. The thick crimson fluid had already started to flow down from her neck as well causing my blade to go deeper, menacingly, but nothing could make her lift the sword up.

How could she not feel the pain?

Seeing Summer like this, my heart even trembled for once without my permission, then what could have caused her to turn into such a stone?

How do I make her fight?

So, I tried again to provoke her, saying,

“So, now you don't want to fight when the truth has been revealed. Now you know how to accept the fact that you are a real traitor? This is for what your parents were raising you, to become a backstabber?” And as soon as I uttered the words with ultimate disgust against my will, I knew that I did not have to try once again, cause the words were successful to do their job.

Yes, it definitely did provoke her, at last, to lift her sword up and to fight back.

Summer did not say anything after whatever she had to listen, but her sword did. I saw with my own eyes, how her stares turned into obsidian with extreme rage just before she moved her blade ever so swiftly, as if it was the part of her own body. She created some vicious noise in the air with the fastest moves with the help of the sword and even before I could realise, her sword came to me in an instant that I could protect myself from the conspiracy of her sharp blade, hardly.

The clanking sound of the two metals crashing together appeared even more treacherous which did not fail to make others who were present at that time shiver, only by witnessing such a horrible fight that I and Summer was about to indulge in.

****flashback from last night****

I was more than happy to think that I was going to meet my mate once again tonight. Even though the whole day kept bothering me with its long hours, depriving me of the ability to make the time run even faster so that I could get to meet her as soon as possible.

I could hardly concentrate on the other activities through out the day.

And my wolf was making it even harder to hold the urge back to run to my girl as he kept coming to the edge of my mind.

Yes, I was dying for her scent...for her touch...for her kisses. I closed my eyes to remember her lips on mine, as if I could still taste her.

What else could I do?

But then again, thoughts were never enough to fulfil all my desire, my need and everything else, as the only thing it did was worsened my thirst for my mate.

And as a result of such desperate needs, I went to the place where we were supposed to meet every night, way before our decided time, even before the time when I came yesterday. It was like, with each passing day,