Partners In Crime

Chapter 32

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A/N: The following content will contain mature themes that may not be suitable for some readers. In the instance that you are not comfortable reading such, you are welcome to skip this chapter. For those staying, please relax and enjoy ;)

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- Third Person POV -

The soft trickles of glacial water dominated the overall silence of the lavatory. Slight movements welcomed sprinkling sounds of water drops while crispy ones were set free by the soap bubbles, covering your submerged body. You playfully swung your hands from side to side, despite boredom being the reasoning behind the gesture. 

Though the leisure was prepared for you by the maids with the sole purpose of relaxing your body and mind, the painful soreness of your body after yet another mission and the chilly temperature of the water, was difficult to get accustomed to. In the best, all you could do was cease any gesticulation, rest your eyes, and attempt to divert your consciousness from the situation. 

Rosie insisted that the bruising required a colder bath, to prevent further inflammation while allowing blood flow to slow down. Regardless of your answer, it had been arranged before you even got the chance to request one. Your family's staff were well aware of the measures the recent expeditions held, thus they did all they could to help with the aftermath. More often than not, the tasks went beyond a certain degree and the surviving participants were left harmed, some even mutilated but alive at the very least. 

As a periodic contributor in most of them, you set your body in harm's way without giving it proper rest or care to recover. And in spite of hating the supposed respite, you valued the moment more than anything at that point in time. Lately, insecurity slithered itself into your pondering, like a venomous snake; releasing its poison into your system after a strike. One too many strikes, however, and it becomes lethal. 

And you were practically covered in bite marks.  

You knew you possessed extraordinary beauty. After constant reminders from schoolmates, family, and kind strangers on the street, you had to. But it didn't stop the poison from flowing deeper through your bloodstream. 

If there were an antidote, it would be William. His reassurance, or simply a loving gaze, could put your mind at ease, you were certain of it. But much like you, he too was occupied with managing and executing the said missions. 

You valued the moment for one reason only; tonight was the night you could spend your valuable time with him without worrying about a busy schedule. 

As the ticking of the clock surpassed midnight, he was to be home in approximately an hour- yet your atmospheric tranquility was shortly interrupted by a slam of the door, causing you to jump in place, opening your eyes at great speed. 

You wrapped a warm towel around your exposed body, not bothering to dry yourself off first in case the source of the sound was not at all who you fancied it to be. Grabbing the nearest, sharpest object in your proximity, you stealthily entered the bedchamber. Once your eyes met the familiar golden locks, you allowed your posture to loosen, dropping your shoulders and lowering the weapon.