Beasty | First Draft Sample

09

Cowardice was something I was not accustomed to. It was something I was not well acquainted with, and neither had I ever plan to properly acquaint myself ~ when it came to it.

Cowardice was a whole new experience, a whole new feeling — and sitting here feeling it, I felt like a complete failure.

It shamed me. I wanted to run. Away from Roman. I wanted to run away from this dinner. From this, when in reality the old Olivia would have thirsted for the very experience dinner tonight would bring.

Strangely though, I'd realised that somehow when it came to Romanov, I was weaker than I usually was. In fact, I was very weak.

I wasn't stupid. I knew this bite... his bite — had an effect on me. That somehow it linked both him and I together. Logically I couldn't understand how, but then I had kicked logic out the door the very night I had found out that the man who had saved me, wasn't human.

There was no time to think with logic here. At least not in the manner logic was introduced to me.

My fingers pressed on his mark and I frowned again. Roman and I were linked, yes, but how much exactly?

And what of this fiancée of his?

My frown deepened, and I slumped further against the floor.

Did he even want to be linked to me?

Another question came into my mind and I stilled.

Did he regret saving me?

The clock dinged in a far distance and I instantly looked at my iPhone.

6.00 PM

I sighed, then moving onto the messages section typed down a simple question.

To: Prue.

Pressing on send I looked down at my small bag, packed and ready beside me as it leaned against the foot of the large bed.

A tiny knock sounded around the silent room and only but a second later the door twisted open, a small, tired looking Sophia walked in, a note in her hand.

"Master Romanov gave this," she signed as she placed the letter on the bed, beside me.

I looked at it tiredly before looking back at the woman.

"Are you okay?" I signed, concerned as the girl dropped down on the bed and silently sighed.

"Yes. Just a tough day."

I nodded. "I understand,"

My eyes found the paper again and as if on impulse I reached forward and grasped it, opening it in the next second.

Only cowards run. -B.

My heart melted a little. B. For Beasty.

Then I scoffed. Only cowards run? What irony.