Clandestine

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

"I don't care about the rules." I hear Xander growl. Why does he sound so mad?

"I swear, Alek I will murder you right here and find someone else. You and I both..." His words fade as I swim in and out of unconsciousness.

I couldn't seem to focus, let alone open my eyes. My head feels foggy, like I didn't sleep enough. I try to connect everything. Xander's voice tells me that he's close by. Did I need to be healed? No, this is a dream. I'll wake up in my room, like I do everyday.

A cold breeze hits me, I go to pull the blanket up around me, except it wasn't there. I move my hand feeling the cool sheets under my fingertips. This felt different, this material is too scratchy to be my bed.

"I'm going to ask you one more time." I hear Xander's voice again before I hear a cabinet open and close with a slam.

I jump awake by the sudden loud noise. I was met with a bright light above my head. My head started instantly pounding, the left side feels like my brain was trying to push through. I groan, my hand flying over my eyes. It's way too bright in here.

I feel warmth cover me. Peaking through my fingers, Xander had covered me with a white blanket and... turned the light off. He stood beside me, his gaze searching my face.

"What's going on?" I barely whisper to him. I feel so weak, tired. I don't think this is a dream anymore. My body hurts, my face, my head, my shoulder... I drop my gaze to see that I was still in his hoodie, clearly not healed. I must've fallen asleep at some point on the way back here.

Well I'm not dead yet.

"You're okay." Xander answers me, his voice softer than it was speaking to Alek.

I look towards Alek. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. He looked terrified, yet attempted to hide it behind a blank expression. He couldn't hide the way his breathing has picked up though, or the bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"I'm so sorry." Alek tells me, his gaze jumping between Xander and I. "I risked my job too much already." He swallows loudly- nervously. His body clearly shaking now.

Xander lets out a quiet laugh, drawing my attention to him. "I think we're going to have to find another healer, princess." He tells me, before drawing a dagger from his jacket. A gasp escapes my lips. He's going to kill him.

Aleks gaze widens, his life flashing in his eyes. He throws his hands up, his back bending over the counter behind him. "Your father-"

"I am the prince." Xander tells him, slowly stepping around the bed. "Or did you seem to forget." The coldness of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. He holds the dagger at his side, but the threat was still there.

"No, sir." Alek shakes his head fast, his face turning red. "I just-"

Xander steps in front of him, his free hand closing around Aleks throat. "What?" Xander hisses through his teeth. He lifts Alek off his feet, ignoring the kicks Alek was throwing at him. Aleks hand squeeze's around Xander's wrist, attempting to pull him away with no luck. He's going to die.

"Don't kill him." My small voice breaks the tenson, snapping his gaze to mine. "Please." I don't know if I can handle seeing another dead body right now.

Xander lets out a long sigh, before throwing Alek towards the bed, "Heal her." He orders him, his eyes dark and deadly.

Alek gains his balance back, huffing in air. His eyes search mine for a moment, almost asking me to save him. "Where are you hurt?" His voice comes out in a shaky breath.