Chapter 114

Lust and War

She had a whistling breath, her face struck dead and numb at the sight of his face that seemed to have lost interest in the enchanted kiss that was already taking place. She wondered why he was wiping his lips with the back of his palms.

Didn’t he enjoy the kiss or what? She thought; raising her eyebrows to a chisel look and feeling weak and drawn.

“I am sorry Ella” he apologized to her, feeling he needed to do so because of her blisters and not really for quenching the brief kiss. “I should just help you with this,” he said and squatted to pick up the shard of glasses on the floor.

“Oh, no, no.” she pretended and held his shoulder, squatting also to meet him. Both of them were squatting now. And she seized the opportunity to lock eyes with him again, hopefully they would continue from where they stopped. “You don’t have to be sorry. It is my fate not to be loved by those I adored so much and to be spited by the one I took solace in only to see a