Even though it looks like I'm sleeping from an outsider's perspective, I'm conscious and aware of everything. My body is languid as it repairs the internal damage, but my mind is alert.
"Глупый ребенок, 'stupid child,' why would you do that?" Maria chides for the seventh time and pulls the duvet over my still form.
"Leave the rоспожа to rest, Maria. This must all be a shock to someone so fragile." Grigori soothes, and even with my eyes closed, I can feel his energy signature entwining with Maria's.
After retrieving me from the sea, Grigori made haste in returning us to the Manor, assisting Maria with my bathing and dressing before laying me on the bed.
Both of them worked in silence. However, I could feel their tension, their fear.
"She is only a ребенок, Grigori. She's too young to be part of this." Maria's voice breaks into a sob, and again I feel guilty for not explaining my actions to either of them.
"There's no going back моя любовь. The consummation and the contract won't allow it." My mind sparks at Grigori's words, and now the energy makes sense. 'моя любовь' my love. I don't recall seeing them together, but I can feel their connection, their intimacy.
"He needs to be gentle with this one. She's not Erin." Maria replies, but her voice is distant, and I listen to the sounds of their retreating footsteps.
"I'll have a word with the Мастер."
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"Smile... You need to find..."
"Find what?" I know I'm dreaming, the ghostly voice familiar as I search the mist for her.
"The truth." Again, she talks about the truth. What truth? Why is it always the same words?
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It's 7:30 AM when I wake, two hours later than usual, but my body needed the extra recovery time.
"The truth." The disembodied voice floats in my mind, and I try to recall anything new from the dream, but I come up empty again. Since arriving at the Manor with Ciara all those weeks ago, I've been having the same dream, hearing the same voice. The voice is Alexander's mother. I know that it's her from the energy, the same energy I feel in her rooms.
I was unable to discover her meaning when I was here last, but then again, my focus was elsewhere. But now that I'm back, I will make it a priority to solve the puzzle.
Feeling better, I push myself out of bed and pause, the energy in the room is different. Alexander, he's back. Closing my eyes, I focus on his signature and know he's somewhere on the ground floor.
Smiling to myself, my body relaxes, knowing that my bonded is near. I quickly shower and braid my hair, returning to the bedroom to get dressed.
Entering the massive walk-in closet, I frown when I can't see my backpack or limited clothes. Looking up at the racks of glittering and colorful garments, I bite my lip and search through Ciara's clothes for something that might work.
As Ciara is several inches taller, I settle on plain black panties that are a little too big, black yoga pants that I have to roll at the waist, and an oversized white dress shirt that needs a belt to avoid it from looking like it's a sheet. I decided to go without a bra as Ciara's cup size is four times larger than mine, and I really don't need one.
When I'm dressed, I pause just outside Alexander's door, which is still closed. I know he was in our rooms last night, which gives me some comfort. I know it's the bond, but I cannot help but feel better knowing he's here.
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THE CAGE (The Chosen Series #3)
Hombres Lobo{MATURE +18} One step ahead of you. Stay in motion, keep an open mind. I've studied. I'm ready. The pieces on the board keep moving. But I've practiced. I know what's required. I can be what you need. The game is constant, but I'll be one step ahea...
