Captive Of The Count

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Amara's pov

Amara, never wake up in the middle of a bullet extract, This should have been a rule amongst other rules and I would have gladly followed this one.

It was painful as hell waking up to see tweezers being poked in me. The drink with ice cubes was supposed to induce a partial coma till the procedure was over but the effect happened to wear off after some time which led to me experiencing a very traumatic moment and I passed out after it.

The healer had explained that I had a very high fever while out for those days and it wasn't safe to get them extracted and they had to wait till the fever abated.

I twisted to the other side of the bed after I finished healing up my wounds and listening to Cora talk my head off about how I landed us into this mess.

My eyes trailed to the man before me.

Orian.

He was seated on a chair that faced one of the windows in the room, his back turned to me.

He was still dressed in his attire from earlier today although I couldn't tell if his apparel was suitable for that time of the day, I didn't even know what the time was.

He had in his hand a stress ball and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

Shoot, squeeze. Shoot, squeeze. Shoot, squeeze.

My eyes followed the motion of his tattooed slender fingers as they tossed the ball from hand to hand, eyes trailed on the window not once straining towards me.

"So, grump." I cleared my throat aiming to get his attention.

"Orian!" His voice always sounded raw and deep as always. It was the sexiest I had ever heard, the type that had you curling your toes, my toes were curled at the moment, and it had that same sensational feeling like I was hearing it for the first time all over again.

I could pay to hear him speak.

"I like grump better." I smiled sitting up on the bed and adjusting the white shirt I wore around my legs. It belonged to him too, I could tell by the scent, "What time is it?"

No answer.

He didn't even look in my direction, he just kept up with the motion of his hands with eyes trailed on the window. I huffed and used the opportunity to look around the room.

It was a hotel room and we were in a suite. I took in the sight of cream-colored walls and tall glass windows that were decorated with golden-colored curtains that looked similar to the ones back at the castle.

The room had sparse furniture, just the bed which I was on that was against the far end of the wall, a dresser with a perch which was on the other side of the room, a little too ridiculously far from the bed and next to a door that I guessed led to the bathroom. The chair on which he reclined, the other chair near the bed which the healer had sat on while attending to me and there was another door at the fore end that led to the other rooms of the suite per my presumption.

I looked back at him. He was still there, silent as ever while playing with the stress ball and I frowned, he was always doing something with his fingers.

"My insincere apologies if my busy fingers discomfort you, snyek." I was stunned at his words knowing very well that I didn't say my last words out.

He could read minds.

Shut him out! I said to Cora not wanting him to get in my head anymore.

Thankfully, we could shut people out.