Chapter V: Between Provocations and Shivers

Anker

He had set the

table for both of them, even though she could have ordered takeout. He felt

like cooking, as it was a human act that revitalized her. While arranging the

cutlery, he glanced at the clock and realized that she had exceeded the time

she had given Melanie.

He thought that if

she wanted to adopt that attitude, He would have to punish her. He would show

her that she had to obey her orders, as he was now her property. He was about

to head to her room when she saw Melanie coming down the stairs.

Damn, that dress

looked better on her than expected. The whole ensemble had been Trixie's idea. He

cursed her and thanked her at the same time.

He scanned her

with her eyes, taking in the curves of her body and, of course, that magnificent

neckline. He sensed her discomfort and relished it. This pushed her out of her

comfort zone, which was exactly what she had been aiming for.

"I'm glad you

made the right decision. You'll see that you won't regret it," he said,

pulling out the chair with a gesture, inviting her to sit.

There was doubt in

Melanie's eyes as she approached him. Rather than an arrogant angel, she acted

like a frightened mouse, and he didn't like that. He wanted to see more of that

defiant sparkle in her eyes.

"I'm here to

answer my questions. I don't need to sit because I'm not going to have dinner

with you."

"I highly

doubt that will happen if you don't bring your backside over here."

Although she

initially seemed reluctant to take a step forward, she eventually complied

cautiously. He waited for her to take a seat before pulling it closer to the

table gently.

One thing that

bothered her was Melanie's braided hair. He took it in her hands and quickly

unraveled it, letting the waves of her black mane fall onto her shoulders. He

lightly grazed it, but that was enough to make Melanie tense up instantly.

"That's more

like it," he said, unable to suppress a smile.

He took a seat in

front of Melanie and filled their glasses with white wine. He couldn't remember

the last time she had shared a meal with someone, and she found it curious to

realize that it had been a long time.

Melanie

What had happened

in that moment? She unconsciously took hold of a strand of hair that had been

released from the braid, but beyond feeling annoyed or disgusted, she

experienced a shiver when she barely touched her skin. She thought it might be

due to fear, although openly that being didn't frighten her.

"You'll finally

decide to talk, demon."

"I've already

told you; my name is Anker. 'Demon' is a very vulgar word and doesn't reflect

the reality of my abilities."

A first-rate

egotist, like all of his kind.

"That's not

your real name."

"Just like

Melanie isn't your real name," he raised an eyebrow and took a sip from

her glass, "Go ahead, try the food. I hope you like it."

"I don't need

to eat. I need you to tell me why you brought me to this place."

"Do you know

what a dinner entail? It's about talking, eating, and having a good time."

"Eating is a

human act of survival. It's absolutely unnecessary for me," I looked at

the plate in front of me. I had to admit that the aroma of spices from the

steak with sautéed potatoes was absolutely appetizing.

"Everything

you said was so boring to me," he speared a piece of roasted meat with her

fork. "Are all angels as pathetic as you?"

"Are all

demons as imbecilic as you?"

That superior

smile again. How much I wished to wipe it off with a single blow. I had to

think calmly and ask questions that could give me clues about what I really

needed to know.

"Not all

demons can maintain a corporeal form on Earth. Most of them are mere creepers

seeking to feed on any kind of energy," for a moment, I wanted to take a

sip of wine, but I would refrain from doing so. I couldn't trust that it wasn't

poisoned. "How is it that you can maintain this form?"

"Are you

referring to me staying damn attractive? Just like you," he replied,

shrugging her shoulders, and took a sip of wine.

"That's

impossible. I'm a celestial being. A demon cannot possess energy on its

own," I thought of that demonic aura surrounding the house. "The

farther you stray from the light..."

"The colder

the path," he concluded, shrugging. "Part of that is a lie and

doesn't apply to all rebels. If you know the history of the first fallen, I

shouldn't have to explain this to you."

"You're not a

celestial being. You're not human either. Where does your power come

from?"

"You're the

most irritating angel I've ever met in my existence," she left the cutlery

on the table and took a sip of wine. "And believe me, I've met quite a

few."

"How come

others haven't killed you?"

"Some hate me

and want to kill me, others desire me and want to have sex with me," he

took another bite of her food. "Sometimes they want both."

"They must be

sick," I couldn't help but grimace. I hadn't thought such a thing was

possible. An angel and a demon... It was unacceptable. Just thinking about it

made me feel repulsed.

"You're not

so different from humans. You succumb to the same pleasures."

"That doesn't

apply to me."

"Really?"

she raised an eyebrow with a malicious gleam in her eyes. "Don't you

desire me?"

"All I want

is to stab you," I stood up suddenly, and in an impulsive act, he did the

same, prepared to defend myself if necessary.

Before I was even

aware, he teleported close to me, ran a hand around my waist, pulling me

towards him, and planted a kiss on my lips. I wanted to push him away, but he

quickly pulled back.

I felt heat

rushing to my cheeks. I had never been surprised like that before.

"Quería

Pruebe esos labios por un tiempo. Era inevitable que lo hiciera", corrió.

una mano a través de su cabello negro. "¿Por qué tan sonrojada, Melanie? ¿Me querías

para parar?"

Y ahí estaba,

esa maldita sonrisa superior. No solo me trató como a un tonto, sino que me hizo

Siéntete como uno. No pensé mucho en lo que hice después. Agarré mi vaso

y le arrojó el líquido a la cara.

Sin siquiera

Al ver su expresión, corrí escaleras arriba, encerrando en la habitación con una carrera.

corazón. Inconscientemente me toqué los labios, perturbado porque no había sido tan

repulsivo como pensaba. Más bien, había sido ... invasivo fue el más adecuado

palabra.

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