Amelia and the Dark Fae

Xikoth was going back to his chamber. He had just returned from a weeklong battle with Seraph, the King of Eighth realm of Xomor. He longed to see Amelia. It had been days and his possessiveness for her increased by the day. He had been watching her from far. She was so exquisite. Her skin was flawless, had delicate features and curves that were made to fit his hands. She was an angel and he was a… demon. He considered himself undeserved for her. Each night, he stroked himself hard. 

Rest of the evening passed seeing a few more patients and Amelia drove back to her flat. All she wanted in her life was peace and a place where she would be away from her father and stepmother. For that she had enrolled herself in a medical school far from her hometown. But little did she know that for her post graduation, she had to come back to her town Nianaq, which was located beside River Boltou because this was the only hospital that accepted. She was pursuing PG in General Surgery and had joined the hospital only two months back. Sasha was her roommate, a nurse in making. She was her best friend, confidante, punch bag and like a mother hen when they were in the school together. 

“Don’t be crazy!” Sasha said. “You haven’t eaten much after you have come back from your shift.” She walked ahead of them to a long table that filled most of the corner. It was laden with rich food consisting of wines and delectable dishes that made her mouth water as the tendrils of steam wafted through her nose. Chicken, lamb, steaks, various breads, fish, carrots, peas… it was a lavish feast. 

Amelia rushed to the balcony and gripped the railing tightly, heaving uncontrollably but trying to contain the sounds as best as she could. Moonlight trickled through the oak trees into the balcony providing her with much needed coolness. Her body was drenched in sweat. 

Amelia rushed away from there. She was aghast at what she blurted in front of him. She blamed it to her over-tensed mind after having a conversation with Lyrie. Not even once she had the guts to see him back. Her face was flushed scarlet and she shook her head at being so silly. Before entering the trauma ward, she leaned on its door, calmed her pounding heart and then walked in. Perhaps it was a better idea to take Sasha with her or Xavier. She shook her head. No, she had to fight it out. It wasn’t something she could shove on someone else. For how long would she use crutches? The afternoon passed without many patients and she had to steal five minutes to satiate her growling stomach. Her duty got over at 4PM. She signed out and headed to her apartment. It was almost 6PM when she