Bab 113: Lost memories: Part Two

Nyx squeezed Marcus' hand again before the sound of her phone vibrating distracted her. She looked down at the device with a frown and sighed. Marcus watched her thoughtfully as he rested his elbow on the back of the couch and leaned his cheek on his fist while tapping her leg with his other hand. Nyx was still the same person he knew, but now she seemed more real.

In the short amount of time he'd seen her today, in the morning and this evening, Nyx had expressed her emotions so openly. When she was at the Hellhounds, he knew she kept everything in check and barely relaxed even when it was just the two in the cottage. It was refreshing to see, and he enjoyed seeing the different faces she pulled, even if she was upset. He was used to her angry and deadly side, and on rare occasions, he had seen a soft smile, not her smirk, but a genuine smile.