Weak spot

“What did you say?!” he growled and moved in a flash towards her, his teeth gnashing in anger. “Did you just say something about my father?!”

Frozen on the spot due to his monstrous reaction, she closed her eyes waiting for him to hit her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Daemon.”

But instead of being slapped or punched like she expected, she heard a sob instead. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment when she saw Daemon on the floor writhing like a wounded child.

“D-Daemon? Are you okay?” She slowly approached him. “Are you okay? D-Daemon?” Propping into his side to check him, Devon was astounded to see him crying.

“What…” As weird as it may sound but she’s more scared now to see him crying than when he pointed a gun at her. But surprisingly, despite feeling fear, she raised her hand and began tapping his back in an effort to soothe him.

“Don’t you dare mention anything about my father! You don’t know anything about him,” he said in a suppressed high voice.

“I won’t say anything about him anymore. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for even saying that. I promise I won’t mention him like never. I swear.”

Somehow, she can relate to him on some level. During her first few months after waking up from a coma, faceless dreams would haunt her every passing night. When the morning comes, she’d tried to recall everything all at once but that always ends up making her more miserable than she already is. She’ll have breakdowns after breakdowns and meltdowns after meltdowns until she’d grown tired and forced herself to accept the reality.

Pain understands another pain, they say.

Back then, she didn't have anyone by her side. Seeing how he is silently suffering, she readily gave him a hand, a kind of luxury she never had.

They stayed there for a good half an hour until he fell asleep on her lap. Looking at how he’s curled up hugging her waist melt a bit of the wall that she’s built between them. Devon castigated herself for not quickly seeing the situation. It’s not just her who went through a traumatic situation. Daemon, too. He’s nearly killed. He literally went through a death and life situation too just like her.

“Devon,” he called in her sleep. “Devon!”

“Yes, I’m here,” she answered and held his hand. “Devon is here, Daemon.”

“Devon…” he tightly squeezed her hand in return and sighed. “Did I finally find you?”

She nodded and couldn't help but lean in closer to hug his head. He sounded so weak just now, a far cry from the cruel overpowering and confident man she knew who fears no one.

“Most of the time you act like a demon, and in rare times just like now, you act like a lost child. Who is your father Daemon and how did you lose him? What kind of wounds are you hiding and patiently covering?”

He purred in his sleep and snuggled closer to her body.

No matter how strong the outer shell of this guy, still there are things that make us human—our weaknesses.

“You smelled horrible. Did you know you confessed your feelings to me when you were so wasted in your room last week? Now, you’re being a child. You tend to show your true feelings when you’re drunk.”

An hour became two and then three. Her legs were already numbed from not moving much. She wanted to stand up to get a blanket for Daemon but he won’t let go of her hand. Every time she tries to break free from his clasp, he’ll panic and will call her name again so she has no choice but to stay by his side.

“You are such a clingy big man. You’re so clingy to me but you’re so mean too!”

She made fun of his face by stretching his cheeks and pulling on his ears. “Now I can finally take my sweetest revenge. I’m going to do this.”

She plucked out a strand of his brows and laughed deliriously when his eyelids twitched. “It’s not enough. I have to do more.”

Biting her lip, she took out her phone from her pocket to record his face being beaten. Holding her laugh, she pinched his nose lightly while tickling his ear.

“Would you die if I did this?” She stuck up a finger inside his nose but withdrew it quickly afterwards. “You’re lucky that I don’t hold grudges on you, evil pig. I still have my own conscience tucked within me unlike you.”

Devon yawned and collapsed into his side, both their intertwined hands are on his chest so it looked like she’s hugging him. Calmly gazing at Daemon from this angle stirred something inside her. Before she could stop herself, she slithered on top of him to stare at his face closely.

He’s sleeping, his breathing uneven but he looks troubled. His brows are arched, his head on a knot, and his mouth is a little bit apart as if he is in the middle of telling something but was stopped abruptly. Her sinful eyes went down to his Adam's apple and then back to his natural red lips.

Even though it’s hard to admit to herself that she found it sexy, she still gawked at it like a cat to a fish.

“You’re definitely a smoker but why do you have red lips?” Tilting her head, she noticed his sharp jaw from her angle. “You are not nice, your personality is evil and the only saving grace you have is your face…and height and body and money too. You’re like a beautiful empty vessel. In short, just your physical appearance. I believe that I married you because of these. What could be the other reason I have?” she blabbered on.

“But why do I suddenly want to kiss you?” Devon mumbled after staring at his inviting lips for a little while. “No, no. I must be going crazy.” Slapping her face, she moved a few inches away from him and covered her face with her shirt. “Being with an evil pig makes someone crazy.”

She closed her eyes to try to get some sleep but a spark of memory spurts out of nowhere. She’s in a room talking to a woman crying.

“Woah! What was that? It’s my first time to experience that.”

Closing back her eyes, she concentrated more in order to get a few clearer shots of the flash of the past but that was all there is to it. No matter how many times she tries, it doesn’t get any vivid.

“Is that my mother?” she whispered and glanced at Daemon. “Are they looking for me too, Daemon?”

That made her want to remember more.