Phthartic Trilogy Book #2
Prequel to The Virgin's Prostitute
WARNING: For mature readers only.
This book can also be a stand alone
Niccolo Black is the best assassin of his time, he's ruthless and is known to care about no one but himself. Marcus L...
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Ariano's POV
I waited half an hour before I knocked on Marcus' door and opened it.
His hair wasn't black, but light brown. He looked clean and I saw the cuts on his skin that were healing.
"Follow me" He got up and did as told. He wore an oversized white t-shirt and grey sweats.
I led him to the kitchen motioning to the fridge.
"Eat whatever you want, but not too much, you're going to sleep soon" He looked towards the fridge and after a few seconds of not moving I opened it for him.
"A- are you serious? Anything I want?" I nodded my head and watched as he grabbed the box of cereal studying it. He then put it back and grabbed an apple before pointing to the oats on the counter.
"What is that?" He whispered the question and I raised an eyebrow as shock covered my features.
"Oatmeal. Did you want some?" He shrugs.
"How does it taste?"
"Uhhh, I don't know how to explain it. You never had oatmeal before?" He shakes his head no before taking two bottles of water and pausing once more.
"Do you have any peanut butter?" His voice came out a whisper once more but I went and got it for him nonetheless.
After I handed him the jar, he took a whole loaf of bread holding the items close to him possessively.
"Are you going to eat all that tonight?" I winced at the way he turned away from me walking back down the hall.
"Yes. Am I not allowed to?" I walked back following behind him, noticing the way he remembered the way back to his room flawlessly.
Photographic memory if I had to guess.
"It's fine just don't choke on it" He turned to look at me as he opened his door gently.
"Am I a prisoner or a guest?" He stood defensively and stared me down.
"You either become one of us.....or you die. The choice is yours. For now, you are a guest" He looked to the floor thinking hard. I couldn't see inside his brain but I knew there were millions of thoughts running through his head at the moment. There was a long pause before he looked back up at me.
"I'll become one of you," He decided and I nodded.
"Tell me about you?" After all, I was extremely curious about him.
"I'm fifteen.... I ran away and lived on the streets. I stole your supplies because I needed the money. That's it" He answers quickly in a shy manner.
That isn't it. He is hiding so many more things. Things he isn't willing to speak about right now. Things he wants to forget.
"Go to sleep. Nico will get you in the morning." I turned to leave when he called out to me.
"Ariano? That- that's your name isn't it?" I nodded.
