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His words touch deep into my heart. Nobody ever said such things about me. Nobody ever told me I am their precious. Nobody ever made me feel loved and accepted as he does right now. 

"I don't think it's the right thing to do." I murmur, more to myself.

"There is no right or wrong, Avelyn. Just what we feel to do." His words stab me again. 

Before giving him a reply, I take some time to meditate on his words. My mother always told me to make the right decision. But she didn't make it on time to tell me how I distinguish right decisions from wrong ones. 

Maybe he is right. Maybe it is based on our feelings. 

However, this doesn't explain why people take wrong decisions. How making people suffer can ever be a right decision? 

"Are you alright?" he interrupts my torments thoughts.

"Oh, sorry." I recompose myself. "I got lost in my thoughts." 

He stares at me as waiting for a reply. "Oh, right." I clear my throat, "I don't think this is the right decision."

He steps back, almost shocked by my answer. "May I know what's the logic behind this decision?" 

"Well, let's change the sentence. I feel like this is not the right decision." 

"Are you sure this is what your feelings are telling you?" He takes a step closer. 

I gasp as he walks closer, "Y-yes." 

"No, you don't." He murmurs to my ear. 

My breathing stops and all of a sudden, my mind goes numb. Unexpected shivers invade my whole body, and I loose complete control of my muscles. 

"I am sure." I try to answer determined, but my trembling voice doesn't seem to collaborate.

"Then, why are your eyes telling me otherwise? Why is your heart screaming the opposite?" His words make my eyes widen. 

For the very first time, I feel naked. I feel the vale of my eyes and heart vanished, leaving me readable to everyone. To him. 

This feeling is the most uncomfortable, and all I want to do right now is fall down my knees and let my heart take full command of my actions.

But I can't let that happen.

I have a mission to complete. I must do it, without letting emotions interfere with my mind's decisions. 

With all my strength, I look up deep into his eyes, and whisper, "My eyes are telling you to leave me alone. And my heart.." I take a deep breath, "is telling me to stay away from you."

Suddenly, he steps back. His eyes become dark as the black thunders that arrive from far away to destroy the sunlight. And this is where the real him takes over. His jaw gets so tighten it could break down, without mentioning his hands, gathering into pale feasts. Sweat starts to fall down his face, wetting his dark messy hair. 

What shocked me the most, are dark lines forming on his whole body, filling his muscled arms and chest. The dark vein from his neck pumps endlessly. 

"Is it, huh?" he whispers, still tightening his jaw.

He takes a closer step towards me, with the intention of filling my heart with fear. But little he knows all I feel is pity for him.

For his lack of control over his emotions, if he feels any. Pity for his huge rage against the whole world and himself. 

This must be incredibly painful. 

"I must go now, Lord."I say, confidently, without leaving him no time to hit me back with his harmful words. 

Until he yells with full anger and evilness..

"DON'T GIVE YOUR BACK TO ME!" 

At those words, I freeze. I have never thought I could feel so many emotions through simple words as these. My back could feel a mix of anger, pain, sufferance, delusion and.. fear. 

All together. 

But, most importantly, I have never could even perceive that those emotions would come out him. There is something in him that fails to control every time I am around him. 

And my constant dilemma is why?

What do I have that is so important for him to look after me and, almost, care? I am just a maid, right? 

As I turn around, James is moving his neck left and right, as to control something. Or should I say.. 

Himself. 

All of a sudden, darkness takes control over his eyes, and as his full of evil eyes meet my trembling ones, I gasp.

"J-James..?" I whisper, but he can't hear me. 

Now my heart is pumping so fast I loose control over my breath. Over myself. 

"You're scaring me, now." My words seem untouchable to him, as if he can't hear them. 

As his steps get close to me, I start running until my back hits the wall. My eyes widen at him walking with full evilness in himself, and that is when I start thinking this is my end.

is this the real James? Is this why everyone warned me about him? Its this the reason why he is the most feared man in the world? what is the family hiding about him?

My questions vanish as I am now face to face with him. His breath is as fast as an hungry lion who has finally caught his fawn. 

"Do you know what happens to those who dare challenging me?" His words come out of his mouth poisoned with rage, making my skin goosebump.

"I-I'm sor-" 

"James King Rockchild!"

A strong and powerful voice reassures me all of a sudden, and, with no hesitation, he walks away from me, as surprised to hear that voice. 

"Mary." I jump on her with full tears running through my face.

James takes some steps back, and the darkness leaves his body, replaced by a shocked and painful look in his eyes.

As he moves his look to my broken one, he stretches his arms as to touch me, but I detach myself right away to get closer to Mary.

"It's alright, sweetheart, it's alright." She comforts me, while giving dreadful stares at James. 

"Why is it always me.." I cry the words out, and all I can hear after are his steps leaving the corridor.