The Handsome Devil

Chapter 77 - Saviour turned sour

Focused on her aching lower back, Deya didn't dare to open an eye as she wondered whether the fall wasn't a little too short. Besides, she always pictured the movie cliché where a whole life flashes in front of her eyes, and that certainly didn't happen.

Maybe that's because I have no life left anymore.

However, it didn't take long to realise that a fall from a third floor would most likely kill her on the spot and that she, in fact, must have survived. It was also then that she realised her body is being pulled up, and her eyes flew wide open just to be met with the sight of a masked man.

Perhaps it was the shock, but her first instinct was to launch at the arm wrapped around her waist, realising little that her life is literally hanging on it until she slipped, getting a reminder of the still substantial distance to the ground.

Suffice to say, the stranger didn't seem as scary anymore, and she finally allowed the him to pull her up on the concrete ledge. After all, if he wanted to hurt her, all he had to do was let go.

Or just, you know, not catch me in the first place.

She rested her back against the wall and took a slow deep breath. But as if reading her mind, the man shook his head and shushed her before she could unleash her avalanche of questions.

Instantly, her brow furrowed in confusion, but eventually she registered the muffled sounds of struggle and her head shot up to the third floor.

Connor..

"We need to help them" She whisper yelled and shot the masked man an alarming look, but he dismissed her with another head shake and she could swear that his dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Unfortunately, before she could even get herself to her still very wobbly feet, her companion promptly yanked her hand, sending her straight into his embrace.

"No" His husky voice rang through her ears, sending shivers down her spine. "They can handle themselves"

A fiery glint flashed through her chocolate eyes as she readied herself to protest, but the chance was taken away.

"I would recommend you to hold tight if you want to make it down in one piece" Without giving her anymore time, he grabbed the edge of the ledge before lowering them both down, the sudden loss of support forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and hold onto his neck like a tick.

She could feel his muscles flex around her as he reached for the stones above the window below and used their support, the closeness making her blush.

However, soon it became too difficult to ignore the growing nausea, and she resorted to burying her face into his dark hoodie and inhaling the strangely familiar woody cologne instead.

It did not stop her stomach from complaining, but it helped her keep its contents all the way to the ground. Once there, she wasn't exactly proud of herself, but at least her saviour gave her so much desired space and resorted to silently standing aside as she bent over and gagged above the flowery patch.

"Are you OK--" The stranger started in concerned voice once she stopped, but the girl ignored it entirely.

"Who are you?" She took two wobbly steps closer before reaching for the mask, but he was prompt to jump aside and avoid her fingers.

"I'm with the Bulldogs" He dismissed her abruptly before grabbing her extended hand and pulling her into the mansion's garden.

However, by then, Deya's alarm bells were going off, and so she dug her heels into the ground and put all her strength into staying put.