You Are So Stupid, Hayden!

As Emily tried to slip out the door, Hayden quickly seized her, his heart pounding. He had to stop her since he knew she would try to get away. She insisted that they could remain hidden in this flat indefinitely, even though they had been sheltering there for about a week. She transferred them to this apartment, which she had paid for in case of emergencies, after she had slid through the portal and he had been flung into this mess. Despite having escapist daydreams as a child, she had never fled because she didn't know where to go. Emily was attempting to go without him, and here they were, cowering like mice in a run-down flat.

"Where do you anticipate going?" With his hands on his hips and a knowing gaze, Hayden challenged her.

She turned, moaned, and cringed. "You got me."

She kissed him on the lips and smiled slightly. He grabbed the back of her blouse and pulled, but she twisted around and ran for the open door. They ended up on the floor in a heap when she fell into his arms due to the abrupt movement.

"Well done," he grumbled. "Now leave me alone."

He half expected her to run for the door again once she was on her feet, but she offered to assist him up instead. Once they were upright, they held on to him, and he preferred it. He felt her hands, but they didn't burn him; instead, they were warm, like the reassuring glow of a fire.

He probed her face for answers, asking softly, "Why did you try to run from me?"

"I wasn't escaping you. She explained, her eyes falling to the ground, "I just didn't want you to follow."

"Why?" he asked in a more solemn tone.

She let out another sigh. "I must return to my kind and make this right."

"What? Absolutely not! "They'll fire you, Emily, if you return!" he shouted vehemently. She had informed him about her life in the Obsidian Angel Dominion while they were hiding together in their comfortable hideaway. It had not been a good one, for the most part. Where she grew up, there were innumerable betrayals, feuds, punishments, vengeance, and mayhem. The thought of the penalties she had received for being mischievous as a child—being imprisoned in a cell at least once a week—made him shudder. He had no intention of allowing her to return to the area where she had been subjected to such harsh treatment.

Emily said, "I'm sorry, but I have to go," and gripped his hand.

He caught her elbow and halted her as she spun around and ran for the door once more.

"Please, don't leave," he begged. "If you do, it will not go well. Furthermore, there are other options for resolving our current situation.

She said, "I'm listening," with a suspicious tilt of her head.

We may flee. He urged, "Get away from all this," as he tightened his hold on her arm. He guided her to the couch, away from the door.

She gave a headshake. "I can't run." They will follow me, and we will both be apprehended.

"They are able to follow you? He was completely perplexed and asked, "If they can, then why haven't they found us yet?" Another piece of bad information came to light just when he believed he understood everything.

She gave a straightforward explanation: "I used my powers to charm this apartment so they couldn't find me." Even though he knew she didn't mean to, her statements made him feel foolish.

With hope, he whispered, "Then why don't you just change me?" Emily had told him about ObsidianAngelHood's workings throughout their time here, including how to become an Obsidian Angel. As an Obsidian Angel hybrid, Emily was not completely human but also not completely Obsidian, so she had all the glitz of having Obsidian Angel instincts and abilities, but she could still age—until she was about eighteen, that is—because she was born rather than made. On the other hand, real Obsidian Angels were bitten while still human, and if their blood was not completely drained, they would change into Obsidian Angels. After transforming, Obsidian Angels were immortal and never aged, but they were unable to have children of their own. Unless they were destroyed, they were permanently frozen at the age at which they were bitten. Fire was the only thing that could destroy an Obsidian Angel. They might be burned at the stake, blown up, or set on fire. You could use either of those methods, or you could think up another one.

"Not at all!" His thoughts were interrupted by Emily's yell. "I will spare you from a life in Hell!"

He would become sick, vile, and bloodthirsty like her or any other Obsidian Angel trash, she thought, if she altered him. She had informed him that an Obsidian Angel's life was characterized by a great deal of suffering, something she did not want him to see or even experience.

"Go now! They won't have any cause to pursue us if you alter me, he objected.

"I continue to believe you are an idiot!" she snarled. They will discover something. Many of my sort have a desire, particularly a romantic one, to inflict suffering on someone.

"What are you discussing? "If you change me, they have nothing to blame us for!" he said, sounding a little doubtful.

"No, they will. They'll discover something. They always remove it. "They always do," she said, her eyes brimming with sorrow. "She's going to take away whatever makes you happy."

At that point, she lost it and started crying. She sobbed against his shoulder as he drew her in close. She fell silent, and then he spoke once again.

"What does that mean to you? Does she constantly make you unhappy? "Can't you be happy?" he inquired.

His voice had escalated by now, and his mouth still tasted harsh. Even though he had previously detested the Queen, he now detested her. Emily wiped her runny nose on her sleeve and shook her head.

"No, that isn't the case. It's simply... She walked away.

“What?” he asked, staring directly into her eyes.

"I have no time to explain," she responded, recoiling. I had to leave.

He gripped her arm and said, "Emily."

"Remember that I am the monster and you are the human. For the umpteenth time, she recited, "I know a lot more than you do."

He let out a moan. "Is there more?" He got a laugh in return. It was so uncommon to hear her laugh, that he loved to make her laugh.

"It'll be alright," she reassured him as she cupped his cheek with her palm. You simply sit tight and remain here. Knowing that she was really making a fruitless attempt to appease him, he nodded.

He felt a sensation of warmth spark in the pit of his stomach as she planted a kiss on his lips. Her lips were gentle against his, passionate. He opened his mouth wider, his tongue brushing against her teeth. He thought the kiss lasted forever, even though it was only a minute.

They separated, and Emily turned to leave, a hybrid on a mission, determined. He heard a click as she shut the dark wooden door behind her. When his mind finally caught up with him, he began pounding on the door and futilely rattling the doorknob. He despised her for causing him to be in that trance, then cursed himself for being in a daze when she was gone. One of the things he liked best about Emily was how deviously she cheated.