Anne stared at the garden before her in disbelief, at first when Daemon had asked her to come with him for a walk she frowned and grumbled to herself.
Why was he trying to make her lose calories immediately after eating.
But right now, staring at this garden, she was speechless, because she was staring at a garden filled with black roses.
BLACK!!.
The roses were jet black, she approached the garden and was about to touch the black petals to be sure.
She had seen black roses but those were synthetic.
This one looked natural.
“Don’t touch it.” Anne’s fingers froze mid air.
She turned her neck to stare at him.
Was he the kind of person who hated people touching his things?.
He actually looks like one.
“And why is that?”
“It’s poisonous, one touch from it and you wouldn’t live long enough to see the day after tomorrow” Her eyes grew wide instantly at the information, she backed off the flower with as much speed as she could muster.
Did he just say poisonous?.
Is this man sick?.
What is wrong with him?.
Are his gardeners even still alive?.
“Then why the hell did you grow them?. ” As soon as the question left her mouth, her eyebrows knitted and she looked at him with her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Actually I think I just asked a stupid question.
She resisted the urge to slap her forehead at her silly question.
For someone who was dangerous, of course a garden filled with poisonous roses is very fitting .
Instead of replying her, he walked past Anne into the garden, she wouldn’t lie, his broad back was gorgeous, the expanse of his back was carved with lean, defined movements, each movement he took showed controlled power.
There was nothing hurried about his gait, each step was measured, precise, and impossibly greatful.
He looked like a fallen angel beneath the sun.
And she was right, Daemon in that black shirt fitted perfectly in a garden of black roses.
” Are your feet merely decorative?.” He threw the words at her over his shoulder, although she couldn’t see him, the mockery was evident in his voice.
Her eyes glared at his back with her lips in a thin line.
“If you’re done glaring at me back, follow me” This time, the words were spoken in a rich, husky voice that seemed to reverberate through the quiet garden.
It wasn’t loud, yet it carried effortless authority, wrapping around her senses like dark velvet. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Irritatingly enough, a faint shiver traced its way down her spine.
She huffed quietly and moved her legs to follow him.
How does he do that everytime?.
It’s almost as if he has invisible eyes at the back of his head.
They kept walking for quite a while and at some point, Anne began to wonder if they were actually headed somewhere or he just wanted to put every single thing she had eaten during breakfast to waste.
Because now she was getting hungry.
She was about to ask him if he had reached the destination when he turned the corner, she followed him and the wall made out of a black rose bush slowly disappeared to reveal a beautiful scenery.
Anne gasped with her palm suddenly on her lips, her eyes slowly took in the beauty of this place.
At the heart of the garden stood a beautiful white marble fountain carved with angels and ravens surrounding another statue in the middle of the water, the angels were bowing while the raven stared up at the statue.
Anne hurried past Daemon and walked to the fountain, she took a closer look at the water and it glistened like liquid starlight, the water looked like the ones that could grant a wish but she doubted this one could.
For a moment ,she was lost in the beauty of this place.
Butterflies rested on the black roses around her, some fluttered around her with beautiful and delicate wings.
A butterfly drifted to the statue in the middle of the fountain and Anne peered closely at the statue.
She noticed something odd.
While the other statues had their head on, this statue was headless and it was hugging another statue.
From what she could understand, they looked like male and female statues hugging but without heads.
The statue’s head must have been broken off from the visible cracks on the necks.
She also noticed that while the masculine looking statue had wings, the feminine one didn’t.
It looked beautiful and mysterious altogether.
She stared at the water again and out of curiosity she placed her hand in it.
The coolness of the water was oddly soothing.
She smiled to herself while her hand moved back and forth playfully.
She wondered why he had brought her to this place, it looked like something out of a fantasy world.
Even the little fairy lights made this place even more magical.
A butterfly sofly alights on her shoulder and she turns her neck gently to look at it.
The butterfly had orange and black wings, the orange contrasted with the surrounding black from the roses. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
She grinned at the butterfly and it lifted gracefully in the air, disappearing in the cloud of butterflies.
Anne felt at peace with herself in this moment, she took her hand out of the water and stepped away from the fountain wondering Mr. Daemon was up to.
It sounded awfully quiet behind her the whole time.
She turns around to meet a wall made out of rose bush standing feets away from her.
There was no Mr. Daemon in sight.
She furrowed her brows and walked towards the corner they had taken to get here.
But as she stared ahead, it was just a long and narrow road with walls made of rose bush at each side.
Where did he suddenly disappear to?.
Did he seriously just abandon her in a garden?.
She walked back through the way they came hoping to run into him but the only thing she ran into was a dead end.
The tall wall of rose bush silently mocked her, to make things even worse, a droplet of rain touched her forehead .
She looked up with a scowl and several more droplets came down on her face.
Anne stared back at the wall with a glare as she realized what was happening.
Mr Daemon had intentionally abandoned her in this place knowing fully well it was a maze with walls that held poisonous roses.
It was quite obvious he was trying to kill her, and she was sure heshowed her that pretty place as the last thing she’ll see before she died in this place.
Calling him cruel was an understatement, he was a demon, an evil being, infact he was evil itself.
But he had another thing coming, because she was going to find him and wring his neck as soon as she sees him.
Anne took another path as the rain came down harder hoping to get out of her and give him a piece of her mind but she ran into another dead end.
She groaned out in frustration and kicked the rose bush.
“You better hope I don’t find you, you sick psycho” She muttered darkly with gritted teeth.
Her mass of wet hair stuck to her neck and arms.
She turned around , took a different part this time, for a while she thought she was heading somewhere but a dead end came in view, she balled her fingers into fist , seething in anger.
She stared at the black rose as she thought of a way to pay him back.
I’m going to crush this rose ,brew it into tea and make him drink every last drop.
Her stomach growled interrupting her thoughts, she placed her hand on it then turned, walking away from the dead end.
I’m going to kill you Mr. Daemon..