Chapter 94
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I blinked surprised. How did he get here so fast? Did he teleport? I gasped inwardly. He's a wizard!
"Why the hell are you all the way out here, April?" Mark hissed into my face. He sure is a moody Wizard.
Normally in this type of situation I would respond by reacting apprehensively with caution, but my alcohol-rotten mind could only focus on one thing: his minty breath. Does his breath naturally smell like that or does he use some type of product?
"Smells good…" I muttered to myself.
"What?" Mark scowled, placing his fist against the trunk; leaning in closer. "Stop being so cryptic and tell me why you're out here. Didn't I tell you to stay close to me? Do you want to see me get angr-"
"Not this again." I groaned as I started to message my temples against the soaring headache, ignoring the severity of the conversation. I poked the space between his eyebrows with my hand and made circular motions; in attempt to make the folds disappear. "You'll get permanent wrinkles if you keep scowling like that."
He narrowed his eyes at me and leaned in a tad bit, taking a whiff.
"Hey!" I yelled, pushing his face away. "Don't you know that it is rude to smell a lady without her permission?" I pointed warningly at him.
He folded his arms in front of his chest. "How drunk are you kitten?"
I shrugged with an exaggerated frown. "Who knows?" I said and quickly added in disappointment. "I still know who you are, so I am obviously not drunk enough."
Mark stared at me for a moment before lassoing his arm around my waist. I was already to far-gone to even notice. "So why did you come here?" he asked.
He will laugh at me if I say that I was following the siren's voice. I stood on my toes bringing my face closer until the peak of our noses were touching. Caught of guard he stilled his movement. "I like your eyes." I said as I peered deep in to those deep sea-colored globes that seemed to resemble the river behind us- or were they greenish-blue?
Mark's lips quirked up into a smile and he wrapped his other arm around my waist bringing me closer to his chest. "Oh, do you now?" He purred.
"Uh-hu…" I drawled out in a daze, still trying to figure out what color his eyes were. Something that passed by Mark caught my attention. "Oh crap, look at that!" I yelled as I pointed at something behind Mark's back while continuously slapping him on his shoulder with my other hand.
Mark twirled around ready to face the something that I pointed at, pushing me behind his back. He followed the line of my finger to a swan fluttering on the river.
Scowling, Mark turned back around, looking at me with an aggravated expression as he raked his fingers through his hair. "Kitten…" He exasperated and me in a drunken-state didn't care and instead broke out in a beaming smile; my eyes gleaming with excitement. "Isn't it beautiful!?" I screeched.
Mark's eyes widen before his face-features softens. "Yes, beautiful." His eyes that were filled with adoration weren't aimed at the swan when he said that. He brought his hand up and pushed a loose hair strand of mine behind my ear. "So mesmerizing beautiful."
my lips parted and a red hue appeared across my face. The intensity of his eyes choked me up, leaving me breathless. I guess those alcoholic drinks were stronger than I thought because the beating sound of my heart is only getting louder, almost turning ear deafening.
His eyes fluttered to my lips before looking me in the eye again. Tilting his head, he inched closer and my breath hitched. If I wanted to, I could push him away, hit him or even turn my head away, but instead I found myself closing my eyes- meeting his lips half way.
Maybe it was because my brain wasn't working from the alcohol, but the morals that would normally fill my thoughts to keep reminding me that Mark was a murderer and that he was bad news were gone.
My heart that was working perfectly was only swelling with affection. In that moment our kiss was passionate, sweet and it filled my body up with warmth that wounded around me like a safety blanket. From all those other times that he had kissed me this was the first time that it didn't feel wrong- it felt right.
Mark pulled back, breaking the kiss. He chuckled lightly. "We should get you drunk more often if it means that I get to kiss you without a fit." I covered the bottom side of my face with my hand trying to hide my flushed face as I placed my hand against his chest to create some space between us. "Shut up" I grumbled and spun around, facing my back at him. "W-We should head back to make sure that everybody gets home somehow." I stammered
The moment that I started to stomp away I stumbled forward as my sense in balance was still off. Luckily Mark was there to catch me in time.
"Oops, I guess I have no choice but to guide you to avoid any accidents." He said, reveling that I had no other option except to lean on him. I shot him a glare. "How aren't you drunk."
He shrugs nonchalantly. "High tolerance."
Great. I grumbled inwardly.
…
Back at the bar I detached myself from Mark. He scowls disgruntledly and before he could say anything I promptly said "I need to go to the lady's restroom." I really wanted to freshen myself up before we leave and I also really need to sober up.
"Be fast." He said and I nodded, marching my way to the restroom all the way at the end of the hallway. As I was about to enter the restroom I was called out.
"Miss." A waiter popped out of nowhere giving me a fright. "Y-Yes?" I sputtered.
He bowed his head and then presented a whiskey that was placed on the tray. "A drink for the lady." The whisky was fizzing with bubbles similar to a carbonated drink. I eyed him skeptical. "But I didn't order anything." My voice was freighted with cautiousness as I took a small step back.
The waiter smiled calmly. "The gentleman who just came with you ordered it for you."
My lips pulled up into a gentle smile. "In that case I will take it when I comeback from the restroom if you don't mind."
"Of course, not Miss."
Nodding at him with a smile I entered the restroom and as soon as the door closed behind me my smile fell away like a discarded cloak. I ran to the sink and pulled out my phone, my fingers typing away as my heart was thrumming against my chest- head clouded in fear.
Me: "Mark there's something wrong."
Without a second to waste Mark replied back.
Private Number: "What's wrong?"
Me: "A waiter approached me- trying to give me a drink saying that you had ordered it for me."
I waited for his reply nervously for a few seconds.
Private Number: "April I'm serious- do not get out of the restroom I'm on my way right now."
"Already snitching on me I see."
Letting out a gasp I snapped my head up from the screen, looking in to the mirror to see the waiter standing right behind me.
'I didn't even hear him coming inside'. The sudden shock of the man appearing out of nowhere made me tense up my muscles, feeling the color being drained out of my face.
"April!" The color in my face slowly came back hearing Mark from the other side of the door, but that relief was a short lived one when I heard the clicking sound of the doorhandle going crazy but the door refusing to open up.
"Shit!" The clicking sounds soon turned in to banging ones; Mark's fists colliding with the door repeatedly . "APRIL!" Mark roared.
A bunch of keys hanging of a keychain were dangled in front of me. I felt my lips tremble seeing the mechanical smile of the waiter being reflected in the mirror. "You should have taken the whiskey when I offered it to you."
Only an inaudible sound came out of my mouth before he placed a damp cloth over my nose and mouth. The drugged scent penetrated my nostrils and I felt myself going limp. Before my consciousness faded to black, I was able to hear vaguely the sound of gunshots.
