Before I Fall

Chapter Sixty-two

Morgan was jolted awake screaming. Her vision was blurry and she was unsure of her whereabouts, she was terrified that she was back in that awful dungeon.

"Hey, hey, hey I'm right here, Morgan. Look at me."

Morgan heard Roman's soothing voice and felt his hand on her face. She wanted to respond but she kept slipping in and out of her nightmare. Still, she used the last of her failing will to remain conscious, blinking rapidly until her vision cleared and she was able to see her reflection above her. The warm hand on her cheek guided her head to look to her right and Morgan gasped in awe. She confirmed that the being looked like Roman but he was different, he was ethereal and way too perfect for this world. His skin was whiter than usual and literally emitted light. He was glowing.

"Are you an angel?" Morgan whispered, fascinated.

"Far from it, little one." he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting.

Morgan looked away. It was daytime, not a particularly bright one but the rain had ceased from what she could see and hear. How long had she been passed out? Her eyes went back to man who still looked down at her.

"Come, I've told Maeve to prepare our bath."

Before Morgan could even get her thoughts straight, Roman threw back the soft sheet that covered her half naked body and scooped her up in his arms like she weighed nothing. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck for balance as she stared in wonder at his glowing skin. He even felt warmer than usual. Morgan initially thought he would bring her straight to the bathroom where he had his big bathtub, instead, he accessed a small room by pushing on what Morgan thought was the wall close by but was actually a secret door. He carried her inside through a dark passage which then opened up into a small, circular space. The first thing to catch Morgan's attention was the sound of running water followed by the scented candles surrounding them. Her body twisted in Roman's arms so she could get a better observation of the room. She was impressed at the romantic scenery Maeve created. The hot tub was literally a symmetrical hole in the ground big enough for two, filled with bubbling, steamy, soapy water, in addition to three carts filled with food, robes and towels folded delicately. It was perfect.

The room was warm and inviting and Morgan could feel the tension leaving her body. Roman placed her on her wobbly legs to undress her as he was already naked. Morgan didn't know what to think, she wasn't used to this side of him, the gentler side. She was expecting the other shoe to fall any second now, nice things weren't for her, people didn't do good without expecting something in return and maybe she'd have to end up sucking his dick under water for this treat. She needed to leave or else she'd be forever trapped in trading her body for him letting her stay in his home. However, she was on the verge of wasting away. Her neck and shoulder still had open wounds which hurt and she hadn't had a meal in a while. She needed her strength first.

Morgan was struck by a bombshell as she watched Roman's perfectly sculpted form step down into the hot tub. His long hair partially covered his back but she was still able to see that his scars weren't there, they had vanished. The only logical conclusion Morgan could think of to this phenomenon was that her blood must have healed him in a way which it had never done for her. She often relied on salves and other medicines to help heal her wounds and broken bones but seeing the capability her own blood possessed made her sad that she hadn't known her true potential. No wonder his skin glowed. Roman was taking her light, the very thing her grandmother warned her not to let happen and yet she couldn't deny him. With each bite he took out of her, Morgan could feel the absence of a piece of her soul and knew she didn't have much time left before she died or turned into some much worse.

"Come here." Roman instructed with an extended arm, breaking Morgan's inner thoughts.

Trying her best to shield her naked body, Morgan walked carefully on her shaking legs to Roman and placed her hand in his. He held her with a firm grip as she stepped down into the stone tub. Removing the arm she used to try and cover her breasts, Roman spun her around so he could kiss her neck and ease them down into the very warm water. She sat comfortably between his legs as he kissed her carefully, making sure to avoid the bite mark, however, her back was straight as an arrow. He nuzzled her ear and whispered,