Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 80: Death is close to you

The cold breath fanned her neck, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin as if it were a disease. She held her breath as her head felt lighter than usual, her heart racing so fast she couldn’t help but wince in pain.

Suddenly, a cold breath moved up to her jaw and onto her lips, and she felt a cold touch on her forehead, pushing slowly into her hair.

’Do not stutter, Sage,’ she whimpered to herself. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"C.. Cyrus!" She gasped and groaned as she realised she had stuttered.

Her eyes flew open, meeting silver ones staring at her as if she were a great treasure that he had discovered after a long search.

She was priceless. Her life force, her fire core, was all he wanted.

The memory of what happened before he rendered her unconscious flashed through her mind, and she grabbed his wrist with both her hands, squeezing painfully.

She didn’t want to burn him, and she didn’t want to deal with his heartless, dark state. The way he killed that mage and the way he looked at her terrified her. The fear she was supposed to feel for the Statkus mages she felt for her husband, whom she couldn’t deny had feelings for.

Cyrus closed his eyes, his face scrunched in pain, and she tightened her grip until he groaned.

"What the hell happened?!" She yelled.

Sage was certain that he was not in danger, that the mage was not after him but her, and that she could have killed him.

His last words, "Death is close to you." it was clear that it was Cyrus was death and it seemed like he wanted to say something more but Cyrus killed him before he could continue.

"I am not sure, and I am a little disoriented because I do not remember how we returned here." Cyrus said groaning in pain as Sage tightened his grip on his wrist.

"Why should I believe you?" Sage clenched her teeth and looked around to see that they were back at the castle and in Cyrus’ room.

"Because I just woke up." Cyrus growled in pain, his eyes snapped open, and his silver eyes sharpened dangerously.

Sage frowned deeply, grabbed his wrist close to her mouth, and bit him hard.

Sage smiled as she kissed Cyrus’ bite mark. "This is how it feels." She whispered and bit him again until she could taste blood.

Cyrus’ eyes widened in shock, and he let out a deep groan that gave Sage an eargasm. She let go of his wrist and jumped off the bed, licking her bloodied lips.

"Fuck..." Cyrus looked down at his bitten wrist, which was dripping with blood. "Cute," His lips twitched.

Sage’s eyes widened and she dashed towards the door, pleased that she had bitten Cyrus and caused him pain. She was also relieved that he did not enter his dark state.

When she got to the door, she grabbed the handle and pulled. Cyrus’ hand slammed the door shut, and when she turned away, intending to flee, he grabbed her arm and drew her close, wrapping his arms around her.

His silver eyes narrowed at her, while she blinked cutely at him. "Is your new mission, parrot, to drive me insane?" He inquired, leaning in closer to her.

Sage held her breath and stared at his parted lips. "Are you a sadist, Parrot?" He unexpectedly inquired.

Sage felt as if she had been struck in the head the moment he asked that question. He was asking her that because she bit his wrist? He grabbed her neck, bit her neck, he was much more insane, and she had never asked him if he was a sadist!

"Are you a masochist, Cyrus Dragos?" She asked, batting her eyes cutely and shifting her gaze to his silver eyes, which were completely unreadable.

"I see," Cyrus’ lips pulled up.

Sage frowned and tried to pull away from him, but he gripped her tightly and planted a kiss on her lips. "I honestly can not remember how we returned back here." He muttered against her lips.

Sage sighed. "I believe you." She said.

Cyrus smiled against her lips.

Could it be that something was wrong with his dark state?

"Death is close to you." The Statkus mage’s thick raspy voice echoed in her head, and she grabbed Cyrus’ lips, which parted immediately, allowing her tongue to thrust into his mouth and meet his.

Cyrus returned the kiss, which was slow and passionate.

Sage was surprised that it wasn’t aggressive. It felt so natural, calming, passionate, and overwhelming that she thought time had stopped.

Snowflake, who was sitting next to the fireplace, was keeping an eye on the couple. His solemn expression and his blue slit eyes held murderous intent toward Sage. They narrowed at her and sharpened in displeasure.

Cyrus’ eyes shot open, and his gaze shifted to Snowflake, who was staring at him. They stared at each other for a long time without blinking, not even for a second.

When Snowflake blinked, Cyrus hummed and pulled away from the kiss cupping Sage’s flushed face. "I remember now." He abruptly informed with solemnity.

Sage’s eyes widened. "How then?" She enquired.

"I brought you," Cyrus said, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "There is nothing to be concerned about." He added in hushed tones.

"Is this the first time you have had a hazy recollection of your dark state?" Sage inquired, perplexed.

"The second time." Cyrus responded flatly.

"Did you remember what you did later?" Sage inquired once more.

"No. But I saw what I did." Cyrus responded, his voice firm.

"Does this mean you and Snowflake are drifting away?" Sage asked, concernedly staring at him.

She knew he wouldn’t tell her what he did, so there was no point in asking him.

Cyrus looked at his nine tailed fox. Sage followed his direction and smiled at the cute nine-tailed fox.

"Do not worry." Cyrus whispered maintaining eye contact with the nine tailed fox.

Sage looked back at Cyrus who looked expressionless.

"Death is close to you." The Statkus mage’s voice echoed in her head and she sighed looking away from Cyrus.