Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 61

[Trinity’s POV]

“Nothing seemed to faze you, huh?”

I opened one eye. “What do you mean?”

“Well . . . from knowing your secret to leaving the village you grow up to dealing with dangerous opponents. It seemed that nothing could stop you, no matter how bad the situation turned out.

“You always look ahead and you never lost sight of your goals . . . sometimes I wondered if you’re really just a young woman? It felt like you’re older than your actual age . . . or are you using some kinds of a spell to hide your real appearance?” he grinned.

I closed my eyes. He’s really perceptive for someone I thought was all looks. The more I got to know him, the more I was surprised that he was not who I thought he was.

A man full of surprises.

Or was I giving out too much confidence?

I had lived so many years and experienced so many things. I had emerged victorious to every challenge I faced except for that one time, so a little setback like this wouldn’t make me sweat.

Especially since I had some knowledge of the future.

“This is my real appearance,” I said and offered no ongoing conversation.

Michael chuckled. “I admire that about you. You’re strong and confident and could take care of yourself without anyone’s help. Something that’s rare with women in Seraphim.”

“It’s because I’m a witch. I have powers that others don’t.”

Michael was silent for a long moment before he uttered.

“I think even without the magic, you’re still going to be that same confident, strong woman that you are . . .

“. . . and If I didn’t meet Emerald first, I might have fallen in love you.”

“. . .”

My eyes opened wide, and my head swept in his direction. “What did you say?”

I expected him to feign ignorance and grinned, telling me it was a joke. Instead, he crossed his arms over his knees and placed his head on top of it. His facial features turned soft as he looked at me. His usual playful eyes were melting.

“I said, I might have fallen for you if I hadn’t met Emerald first.”

“.  . .” He actually repeat it?

I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden at the sincerity he portrayed. But then I realized that it must be his favorite line when he was picking up women.

He was really a charmer and knew how to get the ladies.

He was dangerous, alright.

I might have flirted back or entertained him if I wasn’t fed up with romance.

In this life, I didn’t plan to fall in love or like the opposite sex. I want everything to be of mutual benefit than anything else.

Feelings would just jeopardize things.

In the past and in the future, it always made everything complicated.

I closed my eyes and looked the other way. “Well, you should be glad that you meet her first. You might find yourself heartbroken if you didn’t.”

. . .

. . .

*pft!

Michael burst out laughing. “I think I might have. Honestly, if I can’t even charm you, then I don’t know who will.”

Rhazien’s handsome face immediately appeared in my head, and I shook it off.

I miss him.

Just the thought of him repeatedly cut the stitches of my broken heart, and it bled raw again and again, and I doubt that it would ever heal.

Thinking of him was enough to make me feel like dying all over again, especially at the realization that he could never be mine.

Meeting him was both a blessing and a curse — my greatest happiness and regret.

But in this lifetime, I would make sure that we would never cross paths.

That’s a promise.

Achoo!

I was pulled out from my thoughts when Michael sneezed.

“I thought you said you’re physically fit?” I teased.

Michael rubbed his nose and smiled sheepishly. “I’m also a human being.”

He then wiggled his eyebrows, eying me from head to toe. “Maybe if I could scoot under that warm blanket and we share some skin to skin warmth––”

“I’d rather you sneeze the whole night,” I said and tightened my hold on the blanket like he was going to steal it. “Curse your fate of being immune to my spells and potions. I could have easily warm you with a simple heating spell.”

Michael’s eyebrow rose. “Why don’t you use it to yourself and give me the blanket, then? Isn’t that the most logical thing to do?”

“I like my blanket, thank you very much.” I was not using it as a heater. I was using it as a comforter.

Michael rubbed his bare shoulders and shivered when the cold air swept inside the cave.

I sighed and gave him half the blanket to share.

He grinned. “I know you wouldn’t be able to endure me.”

I rolled my eyes and scooted over when he leaned closer. “I’d rather endure your gloating than having you sick. I still need you at your best tomorrow after all.”

“Right. Right.” Michael dismissed and beamed a dimpled smile.

I ignored him and the heat radiating from his warm skin. His warmth was comforting more than I’d like to admit, and sometimes, his arm would graze mine intentionally or unintentionally.

I didn’t care, though. Somehow, my guard was down when the cold wind swept the cave once more, and his warmth brought forth my exhaustion. I swayed left and right as my eyes were about to close.

“You can lean on me, you know,” he muttered.

“Mmm . . .” Tried as I might, there was something about the stillness, the rain, the cold air, and his warmth that lulled me to sleep.

My head dropped on his shoulder, and before I knew it, I was in and out of sleep. I didn’t want to lower my guard more than necessary, but the physical and mental exhaustion was catching up.

He probably sensed my predicament as he circled his arm around my bare shoulder. I took in an audible air when the warmth of his palm spread in all parts of my body.

“Take a rest,” he whispered, “you deserve it.”

It didn’t take a second before my eyes shut closed, and I fell into sleep.. But instead of dreaming about the ocean and blue eyes, or red rubies encased in crystals, I dreamed of the same dream of a hooded man with a mask on his mouth as he watched me intently with his eyes that glowed like twin silver moons.