Bound: Toxic Love (Book 2)

Chapter XXIV

Not edited. Long af.

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Christian's POV

"Alright." I told Dimitri ready to hang up, but he continued talking from the other line.

"It's not alright, Christian. The only other people that know the situation during the war is our father who I'm not even considering waking, and the witch that cast the boundary spell between Zaria and I." I ran a hand down my face. He was right. Since Jessica too refused to speak up, tell Amelia the real story, those were the only two that could know.. "And she's probably dead by now.."

"No she's not.." I cursed myself a million times for not thinking of this earlier.. Before I visited the werewolves' ball, that night when I met Lana, Vanessa and I firstly went to that witch.. Lycia. Christ, how didn't I think of this? She helped my father during the war and when I saw her after so many years, the only thing I asked was if she knew something about the necklace.. But hell, how could I have known about the things that I know now..

"She's,- she's alive?" He lowered his voice, like he was whispering to the phone. "Christian what the hell do you have to do with that? Do you not know how damn dangerous that witch is?" She was my father's helped for a reason.. Coming from one of the most powerful witch covens the world has seen, she was a miracle worker.

"I needed information about the necklace. That's why I searched for her a few months ago.." I exhaled a sharp breath.. How could this get so complicated? How could I let it get so complicated? "I know where she is. I'll send someone to get her."

"And you seriously believe she'll agree on seeing you again?"

"Fine, I'll come up with something else.. I'll call you." I hung up, looking outside the window. I had left the room not wanting to wake up Lana..

That night.. Nothing really happened after we arrived at the house. Firstly, what happened in the car was something that we didn't discuss much, and I was glad that we didn't since it was embarrassing enough that I let a woman have such control over me, for the first time in my life losing that resistance and letting her push me off the edge.. Her simple kiss or touch would've made me come in my pants, let alone having her on top of me and taking her pleasure seriously.. I couldn't blame myself for not being able to find resistance. She was damn perfect.

On the other hand, there were still so many things that we had to handle. I didn't want to preoccupy her, she had already been through too damn much that night.. And now that her family knew I had her, they were definitely going to try and find her, and soon.. Not that I wanted to hide, but I was not planning on willingly giving her up nor letting her marry some bastard that was up to no damn good.

Even though I was in the hallway outside my room, I could hear that she was awake. We both overslept that morning, and I couldn't help but think of it was because she was in the bed with me that I felt some sooth and slept longer, or was I just overly exhausted.. She did sleep longer than me though.. She took a shower quicker than I did and when I got out she was already asleep. And then she slept longer.. Sneaky.

Walking back in the bedroom, I saw her standing there, in that long ass shirt that covered way too much.. I just couldn't understand how she still managed to rock that baggy old shirt, even though I did prefer her with less than that even.

Standing near one of the bookshelves, I watched how focus on one book then another, running her fingers over them and touching every souvenir there was with such astonishment, it was just a pleasant picture to look at in the morning. I knew she heard me yet she didn't give a crap and continued doing her thing.