The Trinity Trilogy
[Book One]
One night is all it took to alter the course of their life's.
Ezra King
I was raised to be a killer, a ruthless leader by nature and merciless when it comes to my own. That night, I was a mere man in the presence of a...
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My eyes tightly close as I hear light and quick footsteps rounding the bed. My breath evened out in hopes of not being detected.
I smile as I feel a panting breath on my face, thin pieces of hair tickling my nose, her best attempt at being discreet failing immensely.
"Gotcha!" The sweet sound of her loud giggles sheds a blinding ray of light into the dimmed room. Gasping for breaths all the while trying to push me off—her face completely red and an immeasurable amount of happiness beams back at me.
Stopping for a moment for her to catch her breath, I sit her down properly in front of me on the bed.
"You okay?" I sign to her, hoping this time around she'll use what she knows. But as always, she remains silent.
Philomena only nods, a content smile on her face as she dives head first into me, her face stuffed inside my crossed legs, snuggling closer to my warmth. I smile, at least happy she feels good today.
"PHILOMENA!" Her face quickly moves to gaze at the door, hearing her mother call for her. I frown at her panicked eyes, darting around the room before she leaves the bed, sliding down the frame and slowly walking out of the room. Her tiny feet hesitant to go.
I take that as my queue to get out of bed, waiting for the door to close, I'm quick to reach the bathroom, the floor unbelievably cold. Flipping the light switch and turning the heater on, my eyes zero in on my appearance; the large slash in between my eyebrow mocking me in its state.
I thought that at this point of time I would get used to them, but the reminder of what they mean linger on. It's all I see when I look into a mirror.
Looking away from the mirror, I'm quick to undress and hop in the shower; the scalding hot water gliding down my cold body. I relish on the burn, the feel of tiny needles puncturing my skin serving as a distraction from my racing thoughts.
I stay under the waters warm spray, my head and body in a semblance of peace. Unaware of the time and place I am in.
"Hey babe, you okay? The showers been on for more than an hour." My head swivels up and I'm meet with a pair of dark eyes and it takes me a moment to recognize the face. Her nose scrunched up at what I suppose is the fog that has settled over the bathroom when she opened the glass door.
"Where's Mena?" I don't bother acknowledging her, or questioning her.
"In the living room with Ares." I relax at that, grateful she didn't leave her unsupervised this time, even though a dog isn't any better.
"What are you still doing here?" I don't know why I bother asking. It's always the same answer with her when she sneaks into my room.
"You know the answer to that," she starts, beginning to take of her robe, revealing her bare body, "I haven't seen you in so long my love."
