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Chapter Twelve
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2021-06-01 13:26:55Alaric’s POV
After locking the apartment door close we awkwardly stand close to each other, both of us not knowing what to do or make in this situation. To be perfectly honest either I, don’t know what to do or how to justify my weird behaviors, all I know is I want to be close to her, to protect her, and to shield her from things that terrify her.
I am still in the trance of conflicting thoughts when my phone started ringing. My brows furrowed in confusion at the caller ID flashing on my phone.
Then, she awkwardly clears her throat, getting my attention. “I…Uhm…should go to my room. Excuse me.” Then she runs out of my sight.
I sighed.
I sigh for all the things warring inside me. Hunting my family's murderer had been my only goal for the past three years but within a few days, things had been blurry to me. I started to lose track of the things that matter the most to me.
I sta
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I sprinted to my room flushed with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face.I think I’m already in love.Sparks. Check.Flushed cheeks. Check.Constantly thinking of him. Check.Dreaming of him. Check.Daydreaming of him. Check.The erratic beating of my heart. Double-check.Oh. My. Gosh.This is a dream come true.There’s so much happiness in my heart I’m going to burst. But at the same time, I felt scared and unsure of the future. I think it was too soon to feel these things but I don’t know it felt like it was been there all along. Did he felt the same way for me?He's an assassin. Or I thought he is. I've lived with assassins my whole life the way they move or think isn't new to me.And I'm a runaway princess.He was stuck in the past while I am running from it.I know it was bad to assume that he was still stuck in his past but that’s wha
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I gasped in surprise. “Roman?”And before I could say another word, Roman yank me into a fierce embrace. I could feel his body shaking as he touches me everywhere like he can't believe I am real. I did not recoil. I did not even push him away. I just let him.I feel like I owe it to him. He may be a murderer but he had never shown me that dark side of him.“Victoria,” he breathes out. I gently pushed him off me while gazing suspiciously at him. “What are you doing here?”He looked at me like I'm retarded. “I've been looking for you,” he pointed out matter of fact.“How did you know I would be here?” Did somehow Alaric figure out my biggest secret? Did he set me up with Roman?“I don't,” and I believe him. There's something about how Roman would talk to me while his eyes were gazing at me intently. Though his candor never stops me from running away I know he doesn't h
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I'm emotionally detached. There's no way to explain it. I couldn't even cry more than I had cried while the man was physically and emotionally terrorizing me. Though his slap stings and I could still feel the imprint of his hand branding my cheek. It's his unwelcome touch that had my body revolting on its own skin and it sicken me to no end how the memory was now carved deep in my head.My gut tightened up to my throat as my body lurched. But instead of spewing what remained on my last meal, I wheezed, painfully squeezing the air out of my lungs. Tears blurred my vision and I can't do anything but clutch my stomach even if it does nothing to dull the pain.I gulped, trying to swallow enough saliva to douse the dryness of my mouth down to my throat. I should have eaten when he says so, maybe my compliance would have spared me from the brutality that came from my stubbornness. I shook my head. No, Victoria. Regardless of what I did and what I did not do, I knew deep in my
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“If you are thinking or plotting for an escape. Don't.” Alaric said as we neared at a door made of thick wooden boards. “There's only one exit and there is a camera aimed at this door.” He added, pointing at the camera mounted on a sturdy-looking wall in front of the door. “And if you find yourself outside this door, don't run further. You'll end up in the living room full of mercenaries watching over the exits.” “Is that all?” I asked my tone dripping with sarcasm as I rubbed my arms to keep myself warm while throwing a glare at the man responsible for my predicament. If I would have known that I would be kidnapped in the middle of the night I would have worn thicker clothes, not a thin night shift. I bite my tongue to keep myself from lashing out at him. Antagonizing him won't help me. Alaric seemed distracted, clearly impatient to get rid of me and continue his life. I stared at him. Too bad he's not looking back at me or he'll see the grimace
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If only escaping was as easy as seen in movies I would be out with my chains in no time. And though Alaric's instructions were short and clear it certainly did not correlate with the process of applying it on the cold chains wrapped around my ankle with an inexperience lout like me. I slowly breathe out the air hissing between my teeth. I am running out of patience and cutting my ankle to quicken our escape was not far from the ideas running inside my head.“Listen, clear your head and try to feel every nooks and cranny of the keyhole with the pin. Then do what I taught you.”“What if I'll just cut my ankle?”I heard him chuckle under his breath and I have to smile at that. I've seen him smirk and sneer but I've never seen Alaric smile or laugh. “Then I'll leave you to rot here,” he said but I could hear the smile in his voice. “You can't be serious,” I argued. “I'm dead serious. Now, do it.”“What? Cut my ankle?”
