Chapter 120: Two Black Rings For Two Black Souls

"Nyx.. Are you sure?" Marcus asked, searching her gaze for any doubts, knowing well that the alcohol and her fragile state was most likely the cause for such actions.

Nyx grazed his sharp jawline with her hand and smiled gently. "I am only a little bit tipsy." She kissed his cheek sweetly, and he leaned into her neck, embracing her tightly and wanting more of her and those sweet kisses. "I told you. I want to feel more," She whispered as her fingers glided into his mane of raven locks. 

"Is this.. helping?" Marcus asked against her neck, afraid to look up and see the warmth gone from her eyes. He knew she would never look at him in such a way, but there was a small part of him that told him this wasn't real and her expression would change. But Marcus knew that if Nyx ever did look at her coldly, it would be because he betrayed her. That was something that he would never do. 

Camilla may have been his 'saviour', but Nyx was the true angel, maybe the angel of death, but still an angel. She was the first to show him genuine kindness without any strings attached; sure, it was a little different, and they appeared to bicker more than anything in front of others, but her acts were small gestures that she didn't think twice about doing. The first time, which astounded him the most, was mere minutes after she held a blade to his throat upon their first meeting, that she then helped apply ointment to the wounds on his back. 

Nyx grabbed his hand and placed it over her chest. Marcus pulled his head back, startled by his hand placement and stared back at her in alarm. He was not innocent to a woman's touch, but Nyx's was on another level; he never anticipated any of this happening. 

"My heart is racing," She said so smoothly like she had just as much experience as he using such a line. "So, yeah. I think you're helping." Amusement flickered behind the depths of her eyes, and he smirked, feeling his earlier nerves washing away.

With that, Nyx met his lips again, answering his question that then crumbled the last of his control. Marcus wasn't going to say no to her; she needed him right now. Whether they went all the way or not, it was all up to her. Nyx needed physical contact; she needed his warmth to bring her back out of the darkness Camilla had thrown her in. 

Marcus lifted her up and chuckled as he walked with her dangling legs as she held on tightly. "Wrap your legs around me, idiot." He sucked on her neck, leaving a small love bite as she gasped and wrapped her legs around him while he carried her to his bedroom. Kicking the door behind him shut, he gently placed her on his bed, like she was a porcelain doll, yet bruised her lips by kissing her so passionately without breaking away. Their hands started to fervently roam each other's bodies and clothes flew off in all directions.

The following morning, Marcus woke up with a start, flicking his hair out of his face as he squinted through sleepy eyes to find Nyx pulling on his shirt that fell over her like a dress. He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table and frowned when he noticed it was six am. Marcus sat up and leaned his head against the wall, letting the cover slide down to his stomach. 

He watched her silently as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. He could tell from her side profile that she was distant once again. He sighed and raked his hand through his hair. "Do you regret it?" He asked quietly, and for once, he saw surprise flash across her stone-cold features. Nyx looked back at him, startled; she must have been deep in thought to look at him in such a way. Marcus looked away, suddenly not wanting to hear her answer, and he started to guard his heart. 

"I didn't," Nyx replied and gently turned his face to look at her; she was leaning towards him, her knee on the bed as she held him captive, staring into his eyes. "But it won't happen again."

She dropped her hand and pulled away from him, turning around. "Thank you for comforting me-"

"You don't regret it, but you don't want to do it again? Shit, Nyx, I thought I was good in bed," He joked, hiding how hurt was feeling.

But Nyx could see through right through him as she glanced at him, her own pain flashing behind her eyes. It was there only briefly before she looked away. "Of course, you're good in bed. Although, I've only done it once, so don't take my word for it," She joked back, then paused at the door, looking back at him, her face looking serious. "Marcus.. We aren't mates."

His eyebrows shot up, and he looked at her with widened eyes. "How do you know-"

"I turned eighteen today," Nyx smiled sadly. "I won't say any more on the matter because it will make everything harder between us. But.." She sighed and met Marcus' gaze once more. "You know how this would go if things went further between us. It would so easily develop between us if my love for you as a friend.." She cleared her throat. "I'm saving us a lot of heartache in the future."

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With those painfully truthful words said, Nyx left his room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

She's right. But that didn't mean Marcus didn't feel anything right now. One day, his path would cross with his mate if the Moon Goddess bestowed a mate on him. If that day came, then any feelings he'd have for Nyx wouldn't compare to what he'd feel for his mate. But he didn't even want to think about it; he always thought Nyx would end up being his mate. 

For the rest of the day Nyx had disappeared, he wondered if she was avoiding him. But he knew she wouldn't avoid him; she didn't regret their night together, nor did she appear flustered or awkward after. Camilla must have sent her somewhere. So, he put Nyx out of her mind for the day and focused on training.

Early that evening, Nyx returned to the cottage in her gear. He was right; Camilla sent her somewhere. Again she looked cold, but her gaze warmed up when she saw him. Even if they weren't mates, they were still friends, and he knew now, after their little one to one chat the evening before, his mission was to get them out of the Hellhounds. He was starting to see the fatigue behind her eyes, and it wasn't physical but emotional. Nyx was constantly keeping her emotions in check, and now he knew just how haunted she was by the faces of the people she'd killed. 

"I'm sorry about leaving you like that this morning," Nyx suddenly said as she pulled her hood and mask down. "But you understand, right?"

Marcus chuckled, "I'm very heartbroken, Nyx, but I think I'll get over it," He winked. "Who would have thought you'd use my body like that-"

She smacked his arm, and he burst into a roar of laughter, feeling lighter again by her presence and getting rid of any lingering awkwardness that may have grown between them.

"Anyway, here," She grabbed his hand and dropped something cold into the palm of it.

Marcus tilted his head to the side then blinked when he saw the sleek black ring in his hand. "Nyx, I don't know if you know this. But you are sending me mixed signals. Are you proposing to me right now? Because normally you'd get down on one knee and.." He trailed off with a smirk after she started to glare at him. 

"It's obviously not a proposal," She showed him a matching ring, sliding it onto her right middle finger. "I found out best friends give each other like a charm bracelet or necklace or something to show they are best friends.."

Marcus snorted and covered his mouth, trying not to laugh when she glared at him again. He couldn't help it. She was acting awkward and cute; it was so unlike her. "Anyway, the bracelets were too girly, and nothing seemed to suit us. So, I got these rings. What do you think?" Nyx shrugged nonchalantly, but he could tell she was worried by her gesture. She knew how it might look, but he had to admit the rings looked decent and better than a bracelet. She was right; the rings suited them. 

"But whatever, do what you want with it. Burn it, throw it away-"

"I will cherish it," Marcus interrupted, catching her by surprise. She snapped her head in his direction, and he showed her he was putting the ring on before he pulled her into his arms. "I might put it on a chain, though. The others might see them and suspect that you aren't such a heartless bitch. We can't have that now, can we?"

Nyx chuckled as she rested her head against his chest. "You're right; they'll just cause us more trouble. What a headache."

"Heh," Marcus pulled her hand out and compared their hands with the rings on. "They do seem very fitting. Two black rings for two black souls." He intertwined their fingers, causing Nyx to tense slightly. "Don't worry about last night," He kissed the top of her head.. "I don't regret it either, even after finding out we aren't mates."

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