Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 34

Lisa

A few hours later, I found myself standing outside Irene's room. Jennie was still sleeping, and I left her there, looking quite serene in her sleep.

Bringing my fist up, I rapped it against the wooden door, waiting for a reply. When I heard Irene's soft voice calling out, her command to enter clear, I twisted the knob and walked inside. The room was dark, the curtains had been drawn together to block the sunlight out.

I walked a little further inside until I was standing a few feet away from the king-size bed.

"You made it out alive."

Her deep, rough voice came through in the dark, and it held a tint of pain.

Kang Seulgi sat in the middle of the bed, only wearing an unbuttoned loose shirt and propped up against the pillows with her Queen at her side. She owned the room with her mere presence. Even injured, she sat up straight, her shoulders squared and her head high. A King never bows.

Any other person would have buckle under the intensity of her gaze, but I stayed rooted in the spot I stood. Seulgi's pale blue eyes were hard and dark. Yeah, she was pissed all right.

"I could say the same about you." I grinned when her jaw clenched and unclenched. I could almost see the angry ticks in her cheeks as she gritted her teeth.

Irene let out a long, deep sigh from beside her. I almost chuckled at the sight of Irene babying her. She was spoon-feeding the motherfucker.

"Fuck-" she started but then quieted when Irene shoved another spoonful into her mouth.

"Shut up. I am doing all the talking today," Irene admonished. Seulgi turned her face to her and glared, her brows pulling down at the intense look she was giving her. I wasn't exactly sure if Seulgi was angry or she just wanted to throw her wife over her knees and spank her ass-just because she loved a challenge. And right now, her Queen was being one hell of a challenge.

I'd believe in the latter.

From the look on Seulgi's face, she was definitely thinking of several ways to punish her and fuck her right into next week.

"Can you stop giving her that look, you fucking pervert? It's actually disturbing," I drawled.

Seulgi lifted her eyes back to me, and I watched as she raised her eyebrow mockingly. "I'm not ashamed to admit. I am a pervert," she said, way too cocky for a person who was wounded.

Irene's mouth fell open, and she squinted, almost glaring at her wife. "Only for my wife, though," Seulgi continued, now smirking. Bastard. She was toying with her. Irene squirmed from where she was sitting before leveling her with a hard look.

She cruelly poked her chest, right over her fresh wound. Seulgi choked back a scream, her face tightening. She brought her hand over her own heart, and clutched her chest, her shoulders caving in. "Shit. What the fuck? I was only joking, Angel."

She was chuckling, though.

I shook my head at both of them. Irene ignored Seulgi as she faced me once again. "How is Jennie?"

"Sleeping. She is...okay. I guess?" I wanted her to be okay. I needed her to be okay. And I willed myself to believe my words.

Irene stared at me for a second. She looked thoughtful before asking, "Do you want to tell us what happened? We'd think after everything, you two would be happy to be back home. But instead, you only look broken. I'm thinking not everything went as you planned."

My heart lurched painfully and my stomach caved in, my ribcage folding over my lungs. It became hard to breathe, and suddenly the room felt too hot. I rubbed my aching chest, feeling it almost throb. The words spilled out, and I told them the truth. Guilt ate my insides, suffocating me.