Bound: Toxic Love (Book 2)

Chapter XLVII

Christian's POV

  The night was long, silent and dark, more and more with each second that passed. It seemed as if the clouds were hanging down from the sky, ready to burst open and pour rain.. They didn't. And it only seemed to heighten the intensity..

  I feared to close my eyes and leave Lana alone. She was basically passed out as for there was not a single possibility that she could've fallen asleep that night.. Not after everything that happened. I could not get that scene out of my head.. That scene of the flames rising and the sound of those screams along with them.. It wasn't Khan and his men that screamed while burning, but the women that hadn't left the gates, those that witnessed that tragedy and could not do a single thing about it.

  I could see it all with each damn blink and I was damn terrified from the thought that Lana might've seen it all as well.. Hell, the thought of her disturbed like that, the thought of her witnessing her own father's death tore my heart, because I knew.. I knew how close she was with him.. How much she loved him despite all their indifferences.

  So I sat beside her. I sat beside her throughout the whole night and watched over her. The only thought that seemed to bring some sanity was that simple realization that repeated in my head.. That confirmation of just how damn much I loved her.. I sat there and observed her for hours with that thought crossed my mind throughout each minute that passed..

  I wanted her awake.. I wanted to see how she was doing.. She had barely allowed a tear to escape her after what happened.. She didn't say a word other than the lie she said before passing out.. Quite literally. She told me she was fine, and the simple weakness in her voice broke me in pieces.

  For some reason she was keeping it in.. She was keeping it in herself and I couldn't understand why.. Lana was always loud and overreacting.. When someone harmed those she loved, she was raged and vengeful..

  But when she lost the most important person in her life, she was quiet.. Yet not thoughtless. I could read her well.. I could see what was going through her head and I was left thinking; for hours trying to figure out a way to stop her from doing something impulsive.. Something even dangerous..

  I knew my Lana well. I knew what the first thing that would go through her head.. Hell, of she was determined to kill those witches for harming me, I could only imagine what she had going on in her head when they killed her father..

  She wasn't predictable. She never was. But if I was ready to burn Adam alive for doing what he did, to have those witches die screaming for hurting her, I could only imagine what it was that was haunting her mind.. Either way, Adam's end had come. And I was determined to make sure it did.

  I was becoming delirious with all the thoughts that seemed to rush and repeat through my head for hours now.. So I went to the bathroom for a splash of cold water over my face, to at least try to get my senses back.. If I continued allowing my thoughts flood me like that, I knew I would had ended up going to that old crap of a house myself and killing Adam with my own damn bare hands.. If it was even possible.

  And perhaps my ears were still muted.. My head was still buzzing, because I didn't hear when Lana woke up.. By the time I was leaving the bathroom I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed.. Eyes wide and particularly emerald, almost expressionless..

  Yet the way she seemed to look up at me, the dullness behind those greens.. It allowed me to see just how lost she still was in her own thoughts.. She even stood up and I couldn't understand what she was trying to do because her tiredness had me fearing she would faint right then.