Inexplicable

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Davina

When I first awake, the room is dark. I struggle to make out my surroundings. Am I back home? My heart drops as I remember the events from the previous night. Suddenly, a curtain is drawn back, and a brilliantly bright light floods the room. I pull the blanket over my eyes to protect myself from the harsh light. When I peek over the blanket, I see Zayn watching me by the window with a small smile.

"Good afternoon, Princess." He says. I looked around the room a bit, although there wasn't much to it. The walls are dark blue- almost black- with patterns dancing over them. I'm in a large bed with a deep brown comforter on top of me. The only other things in the room are a bookcase, a floor-length mirror, and a wide dresser.

"Where am I?" I demand.

"Cerberus' castle in Valensia. More specifically, Jax's room. I figured you would be most comfortable here." He explains, taking a half step in my direction.

"I will never feel comfortable here." I snap. I sit up in the bed and find that, thankfully, I'm still in last night's clothing.

"You will, in time. How is your head feeling? You didn't react well to the transportation spell." He acts like he is concerned.

"Why do you care?" I say, throwing my legs over the side of the bed to stand. As I do, my legs buckle as a wave of dizziness blurs my vision, sending me falling to the ground. Zayn catches me before I can hit the ground, oddly reminding me of Jax.

"I understand your anger, but believe it or not, I care about your well-being." He helps me sit back on the bed, and I reluctantly let him, not really having much choice.

"If I'm weak, I'm no use to you. Is that it?" I say when I'm safe on the bed.

Anger washes over his face, but he quickly contains it. "You are to be my wife. Therefore, I care for you."

"Wife?" I echo. My stomach churns as fresh nausea sweeps through me.

"Yes." He says more calmly. "Together, we will rule over our land." I sense a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but am not sure if I mistook it. He sits beside me on the bed, and I lean slightly away. "You will get used to the idea of being my wife and a queen. I know it is a bit much right now, but things will improve after the wedding next week." He says, wrapping his hand around mine, but I quickly pull free.

"Next week?" I squeak. My stomach flips even more. "I think I'm going to be sick," I say, resting my head on my hands. I can't marry Zayn. I have to get out of here and back to Jax. Zayn shifts on the bed and then stands.

"We will talk more over lunch. My father is eager to meet you, but I convinced him you needed rest. I will be back in a few hours." The door shuts behind him. I hastily lay down and wish for sleep. All I can do is hope to see Jax.

The room is dark as it forms, lit by only a couple of table lamps. The walls are made of polished slabs of wood. One half of the room has a small kitchen with a dining table. The other half has a cozy living room, complete with a small seating area.

"Davina." A relieved voice says. I turn around to Jax. I rush to him and throw my arms around him. He squeezes my body against him, not wanting to let go. We break apart but only for a brief kiss.

"Where are you at?" He asks with urgency.

"Your bedroom in Cerberus's castle."

He lets out a sigh and nods approvingly. "Good. Stay there. I'm coming to get you."

"But Zayn is coming to get me soon. He wants me to have lunch with your father and discuss—" I stop myself, not wanting to say it. I know it will hurt Jax.