12 Elena

12

Elena

“Zayed, I am coming in if you don’t say anything. I don’t care if you are naked or having an orgy.” I yelled through the doors, glaring at the guard outside who snickered hearing me.

“Fine, I am coming in.” I grumbled and pushed the doors open, squeezing my eyes shut and closing the door behind me.

When I didn’t hear any taunt, I opened my eyes to find his room empty. His clothes, a white tunic and dark pants that he wore at breakfast were scattered on the floor with sheets of his bed rumpled. A book was half open on the bed as I looked for him. I found a cork of a wine bottle and sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

He would never listen to anyone but himself.

“I am in here, you selfish witch.” His muffled voice came through the bathroom as I took a deep breath and readied myself to handle a drunk Zayed. I could hardly control a sober one, a drunk or high Zayed was worse.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned against the door frame, watching him in the bath. The roo