The Prince and His Slave (boyxboy)

Chapter Sixteen

Camille

I rolled over in bed and snuggled up to Kell, burying my nose in his neck. He turned his face to lick my cheek. It only got a small smile out of me.

I wished Dorian hadn't gone to the council meeting, but I knew that he couldn't stay cooped up in the bedroom with me for weeks on end. I knew I should be feeling better by now, but I really wasn't at all. Kell helped and I appreciated Dorian doing that for me, but there was still something inside me that was continuing to rot.

I sniffed and wrapped my arms around Kell's neck. He was so big now I couldn't believe it. He was no longer the runt of the litter. He was the biggest of all the puppies.

There was a knock on the bedroom door and it slowly opened before I could say anything. I peeked over to see Kit standing in the doorway with a tray of food. So it must have been lunch time already. I wasn't hungry at all. I hadn't been hungry much these days.

"Camille, they brought some food up for you. Why don't we go to the sitting room to eat?"

I frowned at his optimistic tone. I wasn't sure if Dorian was putting him up to it or not, but Kit had been trying to get me out of bed more and more. Usually it didn't work and he would leave the food on the bedside table. Today I was really not up for getting out of bed.

"Come on, Camille. Let's get you up," he said and came over to the bed. He set the tray down on the bedside table first then he tried to pull the blankets off me. I grumbled and tried to hang onto them. "Camille, please. You need to eat something."

"I will," I lied. "I'll eat in bed."

"When was the last time you left the bed apart from going to the bathroom when Dorian has prompted you?"

I gave him a searing glare. What would he know about any of that anyways? Was Dorian telling him things behind my back? I knew Dorian had asked Kit to look out for me when he wasn't around, but that didn't give him the right to tell Kit private things.

"Did Dorian say something to you?" I asked in a quiet, angry tone.

"No, Camille." He sighed. "I just assumed all right? You won't get out of bed for me and I just figured Dorian couldn't get you out of bed either. Please stop fighting me on this. It's for your own good. I want you to get better."

I looked away. I didnt think I was ever going to get better. Not with the way things were going now. It wasn't that I wanted to be depressed and pathetic, but every time I remembered what had happened to me while Dorian was away a part of me wanted to die. I tried to tell myself over and over that Dorian was back and I was safe now, but that didn't erase the seven nights that he was away. I also still didn't know how I felt about the fact that Dorian hadn't killed Bastian.

"Just get out of bed for a few minutes at least. Walk around the rooms with me," Kit suggested.

I liked Kit a lot. He seemed like a really good person, but his pestering was making me go mad. I wanted to scream and yell and kick. I hadn't had any outbursts like that since the first night Dorian was home. I had managed to keep most of my feelings bottled up apart from the tears that inevitably came.

"I don't want to, Kit, please." I played with Kell's ears as the wolf looked at Kit. It was just my luck that Kell seemed to really like Kit. If he hadn't then maybe I could've gotten Kell to scare him away. Kell had even warmed up to Dorian.

"When was the last time Kell went outside? Where does he even...you know...go?" He started trying to pull the blankets off me again.

I didn't have the energy to fight him anymore and I let him pull the blankets off me. "Kell is smart," I said. "He does his business on the balustrade."