Hiraeth | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Sixty Seven: Impetuous

"Maybe if you hadn't been occluding for three days like a bloody moron, you'd have your memories back, and you wouldn't be," She held up two hands, scrunching her pointer finger and middle finger like quotation marks, "Suffering."

He snorted inwardly, "You think you've had it worse the past few days?"

Gracie rose to the challenge as he somehow knew she always would. She leaned in, only inches away from his face, as she practically growled, "You didn't have to dodge hundreds of Billywigs while trying to murder one with a sword. It was like Ominis trying to swat a fly with a Muggle tool."

Sebastian smirked at the image, flickering his eyes briefly to her lips. He wanted to do a whole lot more than kissing. Would she let him? He leaned in, trying to close the distance, but she pulled away before his lips could brush hers.

His mood deflated, "Kiss me."

"No."

Now it soured. He'd never had to beg a witch to kiss him. They wanted to. Naturally. "Why not?"

"Because I'm engaged to someone."

His eyes narrowed, "Is he the one that impregnated you?"

"Yes." Her chin raised defiantly, "So I won't kiss you."

Sebastian scowled at the news, "If you're engaged and pregnant by some wizard, then why do I have a memory of you declaring your love for me? The memory was recent considering I had no idea of you before Dinah tasked us with some useless sword that might defeat Ranrock."

Her eyes narrowed, "You don't believe the sword will be powerful?"

He shrugged, standing back up to look down at her. "I don't know if I voiced it beforehand, shortcake, but Ominis relayed to me the translated runes. What they meant. The third line indicated that 'nothing is what is seems.'" He spoke slower, indicating to her how much he'd thought of this the past couple days and why he didn't go to her sooner, "What if the sword is a waste of time? What if the sword isn't the key to defeating Ranrock after all?"

Chapter Sixty Seven: Impetuous

Gracie knew for a fact that it was too early for pregnancy hormones. It would be another two and half weeks before human chorionic gonadotropin or hCG for short, would communicate to her body that she needed more estrogen and progesterone to support the pregnancy.

And yet she burst into tears like an unstable loon.

Seeing Sebastian again, learning how wickedly ruthless he actually was before they met, and knowing that he was slowly regaining some memories was an emotional rollercoaster. It also made her realize how much her presence had changed him in such a short amount of time.

Maybe he was a liar and a manipulator beforehand. A characteristic that was tame before the war, but grew endlessly and mercilessly like English Ivy once he was exposed to his environment. The ministry took advantage of Sebastian's demons and used them for the war. When this was all over, whoever was left, she was going to wreak her own havoc.

When she first smelt the familiar notes of Eucalyptus and Mint nearby, she thought she was finally going crazy and gave herself some words of encouragement. But no, the Scottish brute had actually been behind her and now the demon was antagonizing her.