SPELLBOUND

"Undress and join me in the water, my love." Her voice was so incredibly hypnotic in Gavrael's ears. He was already hopelessly aroused since the moment she shed the very first article of her clothing, and he knew where she was leading this to. And once she was fully naked right before him, he had to restrain himself with everything he had got to stop himself from pouncing on her with abandon not caring for anything else. He then grabbed her and pinned her on the surface of the hard stone and proceeded to ravage her like the barbaric beast that he was. 

He wanted to eat her completely and bury himself inside her again but… something within him seemed to be protesting. It was not his body that was putting up the resistance, he was quite sure of it. His body was already in fiery heat right then, but his darkness seemed to be trying to get in the way of him releasing himself to this pleasure. It was as if his darkness wanted him to hold onto his ground and not let her seduce him, sending him into a mindless sort of haze which might affect his mind. 

Somehow, there was that sensation as though right now, his darkness was terrified of her. 

Gavrael pondered upon it for a moment and then realized why. He knew she was at it again. She was again, trying her very best to make him remember, obviously because she believes that her Gavriel will return to her once she succeeds. He could see it clearly in her eyes, her sheer will to bring him back no matter what. In a way, looking at it from an outsider's perspective, it was quite moving on how she is so faithful and determined even when all previous tries had failed.

But no matter how ridiculous it sounded, he was insanely jealous to his bones and his anger was triggered to reach new heights. But he managed to tamp it down as not to alarm and cause her fear. 

His darkness seemed to be able to sympathize with him. However, instead of comforting him, it did not waste this opportunity as it went on to add oil to the already fiery furnace of rage and jealousy churning violently inside of him, telling him, 'That's right, you have the right to be jealous, you are not Gavriel after all, you are Gavrael, don't forget that… and it is Gavriel that she wants to get back. Can't you see that she can't quite wait to get rid of you…?' His darkness that had evolved its own consciousness sadistically spewed out, cruelly pouring salt onto his already opened and bleeding wounds that had been festering in his heart for the last few days. And as he had been aware of what Evie had been trying all the while, he could not help but waver at the thoughts put into his mind by his own darkness.

Gritting his teeth, Gavrael reached for his hair and fisted his hands roughly into his dark locks, pulling so hard he almost ripped them out from the roots. He knew his darkness was trying to influence his mind… to try and take over and claim control over it. These whispers inside his head… dictating him what to do and what to feel… he had already figured out this was all his dark magic's doing. And every passing minute, it was becoming more and more demanding. He could also feel it becoming stronger every time he agrees to one of its evocations. 

At that moment, he felt as though both Evie and his dark magic were trying to drive him insane.

"Gav?" her sweet voice echoed again, and his clouded eyes refocused on the present. 

As his eyes focussed to the surroundings, to his shocked surprise, she was gone from his sight. She was nowhere to be seen. He stood up abruptly. Worry overpowered the rage and jealousy in an instant, forcefully setting aside the darkness slowly creeping into his mind. He remembered she did not know how to swim. 'Where was she?!' His heart shuddered violently as his mind began to imagine things one after another, every next one worse than the last.

"Evie!" he shouted and once again, he had forgotten about his magic, to put them into use instead of uselessly jumping into the water, searching for her physically that way. It was ridiculous how he was instantly reduced into a stupid and mindless creature in shock. This always happens with her, even though it was just for a few moments. And he hated it. Because those few moments of him being shocked and being stupid could be the fatal moments that she needed him. 

He cursed and lifted his hands upon snapping out of his stupid helplessness and immediately called forth his magic, planning to lift the entire body of water within the crystal lake itself. 

She suddenly burst out of the water, right before him. She came springing out, laughing as the crystalline waters streamed down her body in beguiling rivulets.

"Aha!" she exclaimed, smiling. She had used her magic to conceal her presence as she hid under water for a few moments, knowing that it would be very hard for her to fool this powerful man. 

However, her smile faded quickly at the sight of him. She was just doing what he did to her before, but it seemed… that her plan backfired – terribly, in fact. Her prank was too much for him to handle. 

He was frozen and his dark and profound gaze made her flinch. It was obvious what she did had sent him over the edge instead of triggering memories that she had intended to. 

In one swift and harsh move, he grabbed her and hauled her out of the waters. 

"Damn you," he hissed, his breathing did not come out well at all. The fire in his eyes were so hot and not the kind of fires that would melt one into submission. Those burning orbs contained the kind of fire that could turn one into dust. That deadly kind of fire.. "What the hell are you doing?!" His voice was loud and the force of it shocked her greatly.