Nerthus “I have everything! I can pay for everything!” I empty my stupidly small wallet, letting drop all the cards and my small change onto the counter. “Just save him! I can pay for everything he needs!” The nurse behind the counter lays her hand on mine, stopping my panicky rambling. “Ma’am, please. You were injured as well. We checked your credit score, we received your upfront payment, and I can assure you that he is treated by our best surgeons. Now please let this nice nurse take you to your operation room as well.” Gesturing to me to wait by lifting a finger, she picks up the phone. “No! No! I don’t need any surgery. I need to know that my baby is being operated on by the best surgeon in the country! Fly him in if possible.” “Ma’am! Ma’am!” The nurse standing next to me gets my attention on her, allowing her colleague to talk on the phone in peace. “He is already in surgery. Flying in another surgeon won’t help him. Now please, sit down in that wheelchair, and let us treat
Arawn I don’t like this feeling. I’m kneading my hands impatiently as I’m sitting next to Nerthus’ bed. They finally got her to sleep, even if she had to be sedated for it. I don’t like to feel so powerless. I hate not being able to do more than just sit here and watch her sleep, praying that she will get better and not hate me because it is all my fault that she got into this kind of situation. My chest squeezes as I think that she might hate me for not having intervened in this critical situation sooner, allowing my arch-enemy to hurt her and the boy she loves so dearly. And I hate myself for nearly praying more for his salvation out of fear that she could blame me for his death, rather than for his precious life’s sake. The worst thing is that the bugging feeling didn’t leave me after she told me to go check on him. And so, as I finally went to take a look and inquire about the status of the surgery, one of the doctors told me that his heart had stopped beating for a few seco
Nerthus Opening my eyes, I struggle for a few seconds, until I get them to adjust to the bright light. Blinking repeatedly, I think I am hallucinating at first as I see Aleksei, leaning against the wall near the door to my hospital room. I rub my eyes, but as I look again, he is still hanging around leisurely, scooping pudding into his mouth unbothered. “Aleksei?” I say raspily, my speaking turning into coughing. “Whoa, slow down, princess,” he says with a full mouth, his Slavic accent heavy in his speech. “Drink something first.” Taking a sip from my glass with a straw, I gulp painfully, “You… You… You are alive?” He spreads his arms, distorting his face as if I was crazy, “Of course I am.” “But I saw you lying in a pool of blood… I… And…” I try making sense out of my distorted memories even if there isn’t. “Argh, yeah. Four shots in back, two in legs. Not the worst I ever got. You children are so carefree. Living around happily without seeing war, then there is a bit of blo
Nerthus“Hey, babes,” I jerk up and see Jenna walking into Danny’s hospital room a little hunch-backed as if she was being extra careful. “How are you feeling, my love?” I start crying on the spot without even having the chance to greet her properly. She inhales as she reaches me quickly, crouching down to get in my line of sight. “Oh, babes! I’m so sorry!” She hugs me before leaning back to caress my arms with her thumbs as she continues to hold me. “They say that you aren’t eating and that you refuse any treatment but that won’t do you any good. And he would be the first to hate hearing that.” Gesturing towards Danny, she makes me turn around for a moment, sniffing. “I just can’t leave him alone. What if he wakes up?” “They will call you if he wakes up.” She argues, shaking me slightly. “He will be happy to see you, but only if he sees that you are doing fine. Imagine him finding out you were torturing yourself so much because of him.”Tilting her head, she moves herself more in
Nerthus I hit the floor with a scream and for the first time, I hate my apartment with all my heart. Panic makes my chest squeeze as I think about the flats being luxuriously soundproof. “No!” I scream from the top of my lungs as I try to get him off me. “Let me go!” Francis finally gets hold of me properly despite my thrashing around and slams me into the ground, making my head spin. “Stop acting up!” I shut up as I feel like blacking out, my last clear thoughts making Arawn’s picture flicker in front of my inner eye as I think about possibilities to reach my phone. “Look at you. Living the best life in Upper Manhattan with the money you stole from me,” he snarls as I’m still trying to make my sight focus again. Slapping his hand away that tries to grab my face, I hiss, “I never stole anything from you!” He just snickers as he gets hold of my hands and delivers a slap on my cheek, making my world spin anew. “Just shut the fuck up, you whore.” Grabbing my face, he makes me lo
Nerthus I jerk up panicky, blinking into the dark as Arawn’s strong hands hold my arms soothingly, making me calm down right away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to startle you,” he whispers. “Are you alright?” He seems to be able to look right into my soul as he lays his hand on my cheek, disintegrating the uncomfortable pins that Francis left on my skin. “Yes,” I whisper back, leaning into his touch as I get onto my knees to feel him closer. I can’t even remember how I got into bed, and I still seem to be fully clothed which is stupid as it will make him sense that something is wrong right away. “You didn’t pick up your phone. You know that I don’t like that,” he murmurs gently as he gets my jacket off me. “Are you sure that you are feeling alright?” I nod, stretching my arms into the air to help him slip my pullover off. “I was just so tired that I crashed right away. I’m sorry that I didn’t answer your calls.” “Don’t worry,” he says, studying my face. “It’s good that you slept
Nerthus “I was still eating,” I say, crossing my legs at my ankles as I stand before him. Arawn is leaning against his limousine, a cigarette between his fingers. “You stopped eating days ago.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, playing dumb. He scoffs, pushing himself off his car as he steps closer to me. “It’s been days that you have been acting strangely. You don’t eat, you cry for entire nights, and when you finally manage to fall asleep you have a nightmare which tears us both out of our sleep.” “You don’t have to keep sharing a bed with me if I’m bothering you like this.” I lower my gaze, biting my bottom lip. “That’s not what I was aiming to say, Nerthus,” he leans into me, his warm breath fanning my cheek. “But I’m not an idiot. There is something stressing you out and I can read you like an open book. So, what is it?” I turn my head away, shaking myself in the hopes of getting rid of the goosebumps he made rise on my skin. “What if there is someone else?” “Bullsh
Arawn Amber: I’d love nothing more. I’m staring at the words on my screen as I sit in her dark and cold apartment. After hours of waiting, I ended up opening the bottle of wine to myself, which was a bad idea, seeing how pissed I already was sober. “What?” I answer Dario’s call in an annoyed tone before taking another swing from the bottle. “She was last seen at the airport, boss. Apparently, she was with a man. But we lost her traces there,” Dario informs me, and I groan. Perfect, right as I thought I would get a few guards off her back to make her BREATHE, she goes on a little trip with her boyfriend. How much more idiotic can I even get? “And?” I ask, sensing through the phone how fidgety Dario is. “We could get our hands on security cameras. It seems like they took a private plane.” I laugh, taking another sip. “Didn’t take her long to get another bit of luxury.” “We will send you the pictures right away, and we will interrogate the men at the hangars to find out where