For the next few days ( I think. I have completely lost track of time) a maid brings me my food. Demetria doesn't show his face again and I feel completely abandoned. Food doesn't appeal. Nothing appeals. I miss the sun. I miss natural light. I miss my home... I miss my mate. I miss Killian and all his stupid shenanigans. I have grown to miss him so much that everything feela dull and dead.The picture of him falling to his knees, of his strong sturdy body giving in under it's own weight replays so many times in my head that I can't draw the line between the nightmares and the mere memory of it.Screaming and crying and threatening to take my own life have been ignored completely. My throat has been sore for days now and my eyes have dried out from endless tears. I'm not even sure how I feel anymore. I'm almost numb. If the pain stops I'm afraid I'll die too... Maybe numb is not the right word."Killian-" the name leaves my lips in a low breath as I curl tighter around myself, under t
"Put me down, you bastard!" I hiss as my fists continue to hit against the broad back of the man that has little to no shame in carrying and handling me as if I were nothing but a sack of potatoes."Won't do." he answers shortly everytime I speak to him.Eventually, I tire out and I give up and trying to make him drop me. I remain swinging on his back like a doll, looking around, trying to make out a pattern, a oath or anything that could help me escape. Was he taking me back to my room? Part of me was afraid to ask, while the other already knew the answer. If he was not taking me to the same room, I was taken someplace else. To be sold, to be used, to be a used or maybe even killed. To follow my husband in death..."where are you taking me?" the words leave my lips in a hissy voice, as I slowly straighten my back and look around me as we enter a large meeting room.A very maximalist room, filled all sorts of junk. From antique jewelry boxes to swords and way too many plants. In the m
It was a mess! It was pure chaos! Beside the yelling, the pleas for mercy, the irritable gun shooting and gurgled screams, I hear laughter. And I am not quite sure who has the guts to laugh when such a massacre was happening, unfolding right under their eyes.I cower under the table, covering my head with my trembling arms, ignoring the fear that has gripped my heart like an ironfist. Eventually the shooting stops, but there is no strength left in my body to crawl out. I remain under the desk, hoping they would forget I was there for long enough to make a run for it, since the door of the room has remained open.As I look around me, I notice the bodies fallen to the floor. There is blood surrounding me and I am not sure if I was nauseous until now, or it no slams hard against me, because I gag and cover my mouth as the heavy scent of blood creeps into my lungs.“Quite a cheap show.” Koen speaks in a low voice, more of a displeased grunt.My head turns towards the source of the voice
Part of me wants to melt against his touch, while another wants to slap him and demands explanations! But what I am really doing is bursting into a heartful cry as I break down once more.“Again?” Demetri murmurs, his eyes moving towards us, rolling his eyes. “Good luck at having a rational talk with her.” He huffs as he cocks the gun and shoots once more, making me cower and my knees give in as I hold on to Killian.For a brief second, I thought the gun was pointed towards us. That he was going to do it again! Hurt my mate and throw me in a prison once more.“She was not supposed to be here.” Killian speaks, his voice low, as he scans me with his eyes. “Don’t you think I know that?” Demetri huffs, cocking his gun again. “But she thought she was a sly little fox and she made a run for it. Had me chase her through the halls like a hound.” The way he speaks about hunting me sends shivers down my body and before he even finishes talking, he fires the gun once more, making me flinch.But
Shit! SHIT!My heart sinks again as I understand the root cause of this change. The trauma of being abandoned again has gotten to her and she was not dealing well with it. I have broken my promise once more…The sternness of my face melts away as the realization of the gravity of it hits me hard enough to make my stomach swell with guilt and anxiety. My shoulder slouch and I feel the emptiness of my stomach fill with nausea and an almost self destructive drive.I have abandoned my mate once more and this was driving her so close to the edge that the beast trapped within broke the bindings and crawled out in the worst way possible. This kinds of changes were painful and traumatic for the mind and soul as they were, not to talk about them surfacing because of emotional trauma.And it was all my fault…“Maddy -“ my voice cracks, the breath kicked right out of my chest as I process my own thoughts. By the door of the bathroom, she was slouched and her arms wrapped around herself as a def
Madelaine’s body gives in and she passes out right in my arms. When I find the strength to let go of her shoulder, to pull back from her flesh I almost feel a little high and nauseated. She is limp like a lifeless doll and the only thing that tells me she is still alive, is the faint beating of her heart. At least she was calm now. She was threatening to claw my eyes out or spill any more blood than what was already spilled. I slowly let go of her arms and she fell forward into my body. I hold her against me for what feels like hours, against that wood door, my face buried into her hair so I can drink in more of her scent.“My mate…” the words come out rasp and dry, my throat itchy and almost painful. My mate. Mine and mine only! “I will never let go of you again.” It was a promise I was not sure who I was addressing it to. Her, me, the world? Part of me knew that I had no right to promise her anything anymore. She’d never believe a thing that left my mouth. She was not going to
I’m not even sure if the metal sound of the gun hitting the floor multiple times comes before or after Killian’s arm wrap around me and I am pulled forth with so much force I forgot how to breathe and I get even more dizzy.My whole body feels like it hit a warm wall. His body is so tense and he seems so ready to snap that I am not sure if I was better off falling or not. “Easy now-“ Killain murmurs , his arms wrapped around me while he supports me. My feet barely touch the floor and most of my body weight is supported entirely by him at this moment. I feel so nauseated and dizzy that I could pass right out. But I must not! /Unsafe!/ was the only coherent thought I had in mind right now, and I am not even sure it was mine anymore!“Let go of me -“ I struggle to talk, but Killian doesn’t seem too eager to lean an ear towards what I had to say. Instead, he scoops me up and he walks with me to the couch, where he sits down and pulls me in his lap. My face buried into the crook of his
I'm not even sure what to say anymore. Something feels different. Many things actually feel different but I could not put my finger on it. Multiple times, Killian displayed tenderness towards me. But right now, this was different. It was not that it didn't feel genuine, but he was a little more confident that he was able to give me comfort. To offer me what I wanted.And while part of me wanted to gag, push him away and be independent, all I really wanted to do right now was to melt in his arms, to discard any worry that clouds my mind and enjoy life a little more.He could offer me a careless and worry less life, that was certain. But could I turn a blind eye to everything else? To the scars and the wounds he gathered on the way? To the sacrifices he was eager to make just to keep me like this?His hands move slowly down my back in alternating directions, following the curve of my spine, sending soothing impulses throughout all of my body. It was nice. His scent has wrapped itself ar