Chapter 5 : The Poppy and the Kiss
Bom's POV
I could feel him behind me—the Night Terror. He thought I was Faye? Or maybe… did he hear rumors that the dead princess was alive, and now he was back to finish the job?
That meant… the Night Terrors were behind Faye's death.
But why? What's so special about Faye that the Dark Witch Darcy would send her monsters after her? Darcy… Ugh. Long story. She's insane. Also—tragically—obsessed with me.
I almost laughed, but it wasn't the time. Focus, Bom.
I looked at Regis. He was still confused, still slow, still pretty—wait, no, focus, Bom.
Then I did what any intelligent, handsome, immortal genius would do:
I kissed him.
Why? Distraction. The thing behind me needed to believe I was Faye. And that worked—he lunged at me with his stupid little poppy knife, aiming for my back.
Big mistake.
I slammed him away with levitation magic, his blade clattering across the stone floor. Another poppy emblem. Another warning.
Poppy = Last Bloodline.
Faye was the last of some powerful family. That's why Darcy was so eager to wipe her out.
Don't ask how I know. It's not story time yet.
"Why are you trying to kill me?!" I shouted at the Night Terror.
He stayed silent.
That's when Regis finally decided to move—not to help, of course—to shove me.
"ARE YOU INSANE? Why did you kiss me? You love kissing people?! It's an obsession with you!"
I grabbed his shoulder, steady and calm. "Regis. Focus. Night Terror. Behind us."
But when I turned back—nothing.
Gone. Like mist.
I screamed in frustration and spun back to Regis—and that idiot slapped me.
Seriously. A slap? I'm immortal, not rude-proof.
"Don't ever touch me again," he growled. "Don't ever put your dirty lips or hands on me."
Tears. In his eyes.
Really? That upset over one strategic kiss? Drama king.
But fine. Whatever. I'm busy saving his life while he's busy acting betrayed like I stole his dog.