Muritage
Her gaze darted between my closed hand and my face. There had been a slight recognition when I spoke one of the names my species were called.
So she's at least heard mundane tales of my kind.
I smirked once more, opening my hand. The scorpion was gone.
“A Djinn.” Her voice was soft, while the pulse underneath my fingers was a rapid whirlwind. The beat of her heart called to me. I hadn't been this close to another since my exile began.
My senses were starved for the soothing companionship of touch.
I lifted my hand from her neck, forcing myself to lean away. I couldn't allow myself to lose sight of my purpose. Couldn't become lost to my senses.
I met her eyes, watched as thoughts danced behind them. The girl was intriguing, dangerous. The danger was in the fact that I...
I don't want to kill her.
Her heartbeat still rang, despite the fact that I was no longer in contact with her. I wanted to hear her heart beat, just lean against her and count its beats.
Become lost in it.
Lost in the connection.
I don't want to be alone.
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. The girl closed her eyes, a shudder running through her. I gazed at her, suddenly wondering if she had placed those thoughts in my head.
What effect do Vartija have on Djinn? Is she affecting my judgment?
“I should kill you now, get it over with...” I hadn't realized I had spoken out loud until I saw the girl's eyes snap open.
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