I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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It was quite the trouble catching up with the bodyguard as he did everything in his power to avoid me and ignore me as if I was the angel of death arrived to take his life. He galloped here and there, completely ignoring my presence and immersing himself in baseless conversations with other men until I passed them all a threatening glare and they all dispersed, avoiding Lex like how he was avoiding me.
"Seriously, what do you want?" He snapped, standind still and turning to face me.
A deep scowl.
"To talk to you, Alex."
He threw his arms over his chest, crossing them causing. I noticed the accentuation of his veins. He wore a sleeveless shirt, again in the color black. Exposed pale biceps thickening upon being folded.
"Your arm, I wish to see it." I didn't give him a chance to resist as my fingers were already enveloped around his brawny arm that barely fit into my hold.
I turned his body around and a soft gasp left my lips. The wound wasn't tended to nor was it even bandaged — left fully bare out in the open which angered me. It was swollen, pure crimson red with dry particals sticking to it. He was a busy man, the busiest after his boss since he did most of the work for him but he couldn't be so busy to not even pay the slightest attention to his wound.
"It's fucking bare, out in the open, all dried out. If you're so busy, have someone else bandage it for you." I chastied.
Alexie looked down at me and then faintly scoffef. He dragged his arm out of my hold and leaned down to me, meeting his height with mine. "Unlike you, I don't have anyone to look after my wounds other than myself. Let it go, Eira."
His sentence although wasn't carried on a sad tone, my heart still ached for him because I knew how it felt to be all alone with no one to look after your wounds. Copped up in a corner with unreleased tears sitting in my eyes, knees and ribcage bruised completely with no one to look after me but myself. Memories of the past, for a mere moment, decided to haunt me and I paled.
Lex must've noticed the drastic change in my expression, his hands shaking me from the edge of my shoulder drawing me out of the memories.
Looking up at him, I was met with worry swimming in his blue eyes staring down at me. Not really giving him a chance to search for anything in my gaze, I averted my eyes from his. I latched my hand around his arm, dragging him along to the kitchen where the medkits laid.
There was one in almost every corner of the house because of the dangers lurking over every person under the Yaroslav mansion. It was helpful because there was no need to run from one room to another for a small box of medkit as the palace was huge — dragging from east wing to the west wing with almost fifteen rooms in each hallway and many balconies.
