Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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My skin pricked with needles as I stirred awake between the soaked sheets. My head pounded with an unforgiving headache, a promise of a bad day. I groaned, holding my head as if that would stop the throbbing before slipping out of bed.
I had no dreams, and the profuse sweating was a shock. I felt extra weak this morning, and the thought of doing anything made me wince. Everything ached, but that must be from the uncomfortable position I always find myself sleeping in. "Ugh," I sighed. "Romeo," I called, knowing he was outside my door. "Romeo!" I called a little louder.
The door slammed open, and his gun flashed inside the room, ready to shoot at the danger. "Miss Giulia?" His concerned voice rang in the dim room as he searched it with frantic eyes before they settled on me. "Are you alright?" He didn't stop his scrutiny of our surroundings as if someone would jump from somewhere.
"Put your gun away," I scowled. "There's nobody in this room but me."
He frowned and hesitantly tucked his gun into the holster. "But you shouted."
"I called once. No response, so what did you want me to do?" I barked at him. I wasn't feeling in the mood for small talk. I desired a cold shower and peppermint tea.
He groaned, glaring at me. "What is it now, Miss Giulia?"
"It's Giulia," I snapped. "It's hot in here. The curtains," I gestured with my hand to push them apart when a sudden wave of nausea attacked me from nowhere. "Open them," I felt the bile rising in my stomach, and that's when I bolted for the toilet. I reached in time as I vomited into the toilet bowl until I was a dry heaving mess. That took every energy left inside of me.
"Are you alright? Should I get Greta?" I immediately shook my head no.
"What time did she fly in?" I flushed the toilet and stood, balancing myself on the wall. The corners of my eyes started to blur everything in its peripheral view, but I blinked several times to stop it.
"Three hours ago." Worry laced Romeo's voice, which I'd never heard before. "You don't look too well." He states the obvious. Then he grunts, and his jaw tightens. What was up his ass this morning?
"Maybe it's food poisoning. I did eat many apples in the last twenty-four hours. I'm fine. Let Greta rest." I rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth before turning to him. "No more apples today." He gave me a firm nod before going to the windows. He had something to say, and I could tell it was beating at his conscience. "Look, Romeo. I'm fine. Antonio wouldn't hurt you because I woke up sick—"
"It's not that, Giulia." He hisses, his movements angry, and his back to my front. I'm about to open my mouth when he speaks up again. "The apple cravings, your mood swings, you barely holding yourself up and now nausea." He growls.
"And?" I didn't know where he was getting at with the list he ticked off his fingers. I craved apples because I missed them, I'm upset because he never listens, and I'm nauseous because of reason number one. "They don't pay you to keep a notepad to tick things—"
