Royal Blood | Complete

005 | Stares

  
    After she cleans up the living room she folds up towels and takes them to the third floor.

   Nika knocks on Timothy's door, it being the first one.
   He opens it moments later.

   "Here are your towels."
Her eyes slowly glide down his wet body to the towel around his waist.

   "Eyes up here." He says which makes her jump. He smirks.
"Put them in the bathroom for me." She nods and walks inside. She puts them on the rack in the bathroom.
   "Thanks."

   "Mhm." Nika quickly leaves and gives Gray and Ian their towels.
   After she finishes she goes to her room to get ready for bed.

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   She wakes up this morning at the same time.

   Nika puts on a plaid dress with a white crop top underneath it.
   When she goes down stairs Madam is pacing the living room with a distressed look pulling at her face.

  Gray, Ian, and Timothy sit on the couch. Ian's expression is blank, whereas Gray doesn't seem to care. 
   Timothy has turned to glance back at her.

     "Nika dear fix me a glass of AB please." She calls.
   Nika goes into the kitchen taking out a wine glass and washing it.

   She grabs a blood pack from the fridge and pours it in the glass.
   Then takes it to her.

   "Thank you."
"Yes Madam." Nika turns to go back into the kitchen.
   "Instead of going to school this morning I need you to prepare a big breakfast for a guest this morning. Her name is Loren and she will be the human for the Truce."

   "Yes miss." She goes to start cooking.

    Nika cuts up the onions and peppers for the omelets she plans to make.
  
    Her mind starts swirling with thoughts. She gets so lost in her thoughts she doesn't notices them come in.

   She thinks about Sean. And all the pain that he had caused her. She started to feel like she over reacted the other day.

   As if her pain was invalid.
She didn't know if what she felt is how she should feel.
  
   Nika winces when she cuts her finger.
  "Ow." She runs her finger under water.

   Gray put his hand on Ian's shoulder as a warning.
   "You okay?" Timothy asks her.

   Nika nods.
"Just a small cut." She turns off the water.
   "Here let me help." He takes her hand in his and looks over the cut.

   He hums bringing her finger to his lips. A wave of panic rises in her chest.
   "What are you doing?" She asks.

   But he doesn't answer as he runs his tongue over the wound.
   Her breath hitches in her throat as warmth spreads across her.

   He lets go of her hand and Nika sees that the cut has healed.
  "Thank you."
"Of course." He winks at her.