My eyes stayed glued to the closed door. Even though I could feel him behind that damned wall, it still shocked me how much power he radiated and some small part of me, felt disgustingly proud just thinking about it.
Hold on, what in the goddess' name was I thinking? This was getting ridiculous. I should be plotting my way out of here before I get caught up with feelings I shouldn't have and to matters that shall be done.
I looked around the room, there has to be another door somewhere. It was as spacious as the room I had awoke in. But everything in here was painted white, like color was not made for this room. There's a few portraits but that's about it. A large bed fit for two in which I sat, and adjacent to it were a long series of cabinets filled with antiseptics. Not a single window was found in this room.
I eased a breath. How will I ever manage to get the hell out of this place? I decided to stand up, test my ass for any lingering pain with palms pressed against them, squishing, spanking. Nope, it doesn't hurt at all.
Flashbacks to the time Seaon marked me clouded my mind. I should have pushed him the way I should have so none of this could happen, I've guarded myself my whole life but why is it that I fell to my demise when I am in the midst of him.
The door opened pausing me from my thoughts. Seaon walked in, his stare unflinching like he was gathering thoughts he could not decipher. I avoided any contact, trying to but it was hard considering, well, him.
"You shouldn't have stood from the bed." His voice-damn him, made my core on fire. And those eyes, mother of beasts.
"Well it doesn't hurt." I tossed back, paused then a moment, "I want to go out." Crossing my arms against my chest.
He arched a brow, mimicking my actions. "Why is that?"
"I am in need of some fresh air because none of these things seems appealing to me." Flicking a finger up in the air. It was a lie of course, everything I've seen so far was barely disagreeable. But I have my reasons.
His expression changed at my words and at the same time stalked towards me, fast as lightning. I gulped because I don't want to get overwhelmed with his presence especially with these damned emotions, whatever this is.
"And what is it that entices you, amore mio?" The huskiness in his tone sent shivers down my spine. I could feel it with every bone in my body. Do not for the love of chocolate croissants.
I bit my lip, in return earned a growl. I stared at his eyes which turned a shade darker. He had no difficulty closing the space between us. I could not move, dared not to.
He moved his hand up towards my cheek, I flinch at the electricity flowing from his touch. "Don't fight it, love."
I stopped breathing altogether, closed my eyes, prayed to the moon goddess for this incessant inevitable. If he heard the erratic beating of my heart, he did not let on but I could feel his stare, those gray eyes searching as if trying to will my eyes to open, to meet his, but I will not. As if my prayers had been answered, there was loud knock on the door making me jump away from him.
Thank socks. Any more of that and I think I would explode, right then and there.
"My liege," An honest looking man bowed, his expression void of any emotions that could have told what he saw. "I apologize for interrupting but there has been a messenger wolf wanting to speak with you, says it is very urgent." He didn't stood from his bow.
Seaon, face indifferent like whatever had happened between them had ceased, registered the words said. "Where is it now."
It. He just labeled a wolf like some piece of thing.
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