You Aren't Mine

CHAPTER 4

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Recap:
My eyes travel from his bloody hands taking its slow ascent to his cord of muscles going up to his sculpted face, shocked to see a man in his prime, they stopped...
And just then , the same icy blue eyes stared back at me
I gasped, then chuckled at the silly thought thats been running through my mind the moment i recognize those eyes.

Mr. Table number 17....

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My body is too tired and battered to do any movements so I stayed still just staring at him while he stared back with the same emotion I have seen in those eyes that day at the restaurant... Longing

He caught me staring at him , i tried to look away but heck! My stupid eyes wont do just that.
He took a step towards me, then another and another scaring the shit out of me.
"Why is he coming my way?! " -i panicked to myself
Only a few meters away but instead of worrying for my life like every sane being , I still took notice of how majestic he looks walking shirtless with blood all over him and chaos in the background. Something is wrong with me.
My thoughts were interrupted and the panic came back when my line of vision is blocked by a large wolf clearly with intent to kill me. And reality came back that we are still under attack .
The wolf opened its jaw about to chew my head off but i cant do anything but stare at his sharp canines unable to move a single limb. This is it. I closed my eyes awaiting sharp pain to spread across my body , a feeling I am well acquianted with ,or maybe just maybe my killer would be kind and just snap my neck giving me a quick death , I hope.

Seconds passed but nothing happened. I then felt being up in the air like I am being carried. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that I am indeed being carried by a man. Huh? Aren't I supposed to be dead? with my head torn from my neck? The thought of my head off my neck sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I roamed my eyes and I saw our attackers taking their leave with our women and children as their captives. Atleast they are kind enough to spare our women and the young ones.
I moved my eyes in front and saw a very broad back with scars running all over it , a warrior''s mark.
I think whoever owns the back I am currently staring for I dont know how long , noticed that and he glanced at me sideways connecting our gazes. Blue .
My last thoughts were about those familiar eyes before nothingness swallowed me.

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"She really looks like her...."
"Yeah its a little creepy..."
"Even the hair!..."
"I wonder if the eyes too.."
"That would seriously be scaryyyy...."

I woke up from the whispers resonating in the room. Room?
My eyes shot open at that thought but I instantly regretted it as I was greeted by a blinding light hurting my eyes.
The whispers instantly died down realizing that I am awake.
I tried to open them again now slower than the first , my eyes adjusting from the lighting . When I am able to see clearly I figured out I am in a somewhat hospital like room, base from the white walls, white sheets and the IV connected to me and the undeniable beeping sound beside me indicating I am alive. My eyes then fall on the people inside the room ,they are also staring at me like I grew another head. Whats with them?

"Ohhh her eyes are green...not like hers.."

"Where am I? " I asked to no one in particular not minding that they are looking at me like Im a new specie dropped in front of them , they are even whispering incoherent words. They stopped when I found my voice and asked them although my throat is parched making it painful to talk.