That Smile
I walk in after Nickolas finding Donovan waiting at the bar talking to an all too familiar blonde. I strut through the room to them laying a perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder.
"Making friends with a half witch, Don?" I ask my smile curling my lips as I look over at Elizabeth her shooting blue daggers amusing me.
"Oh I was just starting to wonder if little blondie's boy had killed you, doing a little bit of an investigation." Donovan replies as he sips his glass of amber liquid.
I bend down and peck his cheek with my dark lips, "How sweet." I say my voice lilted.
"You are my ride home, so you know, nothing personal." He says chuckling.
With a roll of my eyes and a light laugh I answer, "Please you know it is." I look over to Nickolas, "Tracker vamp meet Werewolf guy. He'll be coming."
"The hell he is, I already have to deal with you, I don't need one of your little friends." Elizabeth cuts in from behind the bar. I raise my eyebrow at Nickolas in response as I say, "She's coming?"
"Yeah, she is." he answers and then looks at Donovan, "But he is not."
"Oh, he is." I say in spite. He crosses his arms over his chest looking at me with cool blue eyes.
"And why's that?" Nickolas asks.
I take a step forward my smile wide with the promise of victory as I reply, "You could kill me, but then how would your poor little sister live more than another year without my father?"
A roll of his eyes and a sigh follows my statement before his short answer, "Fine."
"Yay, road trip." Donovan's dry response comes from behind me. I swing around my hair flying as I look at him, "Oh, it will be great fun, promise." he gives me a disbelieving look and then takes my arm near dragging me through the dancing crowd and into a corner, after he pushes out the making out couple he turns to me,
"You're serious?" he asks.
"Well, its either this or he kills me, so yeah, pretty serious, Don." I say leaning on the wall my arms crossed on my chest.
"What if he kills you anyways? What if even after you unleash your crazy ass father and manage to save his sister, he still kills you?" he inquires, his hands placed on the wall on either side of my head, the look on his face more serious then I have ever imagined it.
I stand up, my face close to his as I watch his emotions become nothing but a memory as I scrutinize them. I look up at him, his green eyes trained on me, I answer, "I am a survivor, Donovan, I won't let anyone get close enough to hurt me. " I pat his chest affectionately, "So are you coming or not?"
He sighs, looks around and then looks back at me a small grin playing on his lips, "Of course I'm coming, Ash."
I smile in response, it was sincere smile, one that is so rare that nearly no one sees it. But that was just like him to make me do something so utterly innocent that it is so unrecognizable on my face.
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Question---What do you think about Donovan???