The Borrowed Treasure

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Bryon: I’m mulling over how I always loved London with all its lunacy and actually revel in the madness. Then London offered me my own precious Mata Hari. Not out of the blue to spy on me, but because I wanted her in the first place. I could have said no when she was offered to me for the duration of one month, in lieu of debts owed, I but didn’t. Wealth came to me with the bed I was sired on and my name comes with some reputation. It’s a reputation I’ve always held high and used as the fulcrum my power rests on to pivot in any direction I want to exercise that power. I’ve done that so well that everyone owes me. And once they owe me I keep widening that obligation infinitely. No getting off the hook with me. Until now when my Mata Hari was offered to me. My precious treasure. The offer was for a month only, in repayment of a debt. But the moment I set eyes on her, I should have reminded myself of the one about the best laid of plans, pun coincidental. Even her name, almost similar to my own, mesmerized me. Rhiannon: I attempt a smile as Bryon leans in, pressing his lips against my chapped ones, his hand cupping my jaw while his thumb rubs soothing circles on my cheek, causing my skin to warm from just his touch alone. The touch I craved a moment ago to lessen my pain. But the touch is from the very hand that murdered someone. A monstrous someone, but a human being all the same. There wasn’t time to hide anything. They’re going to know. They’re going to come for Bryon. I’ll bear witness and tell them everything. They can’t blame Bryon. Surely they can’t. If only he’d not come carrying a gun. But there again, how would he have known not to? How could he have been sure that Aziel didn’t have his own weapon or weapons? My eyes flutter open and close all at the same time as he kisses me. I see his piercing blue eyes gazing at me. His jaw is clenched, his expression conflicted. My heart surges to my throat as I look back at him, and I have this sudden urge to tell him just how much I love him. That I want to be with him forever, and however. In good and bad times. He really saved my life with no ulterior motives and I truly owe him all of me. But I fail both of us because I can’t find the strength to speak the words as I observe the look in his eyes changing. Deep down, I know that he’s lying to me. We both do.

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