Loving the enemy

12. Cut

I hear Lord Ashers boots as he comes back towards the tent. Crap.

I take the dagger into my hand and quickly shut the box back up. I hastily turn towards the entrance of the tent as it swings open. I hide the blade behind my back with one of my hands hoping that he hadn't seen.

His jaw was clenched, and I can quickly tell that he's in a bad mood. Maybe because of the argument with Jonathan?

His eyes land on me and he stops in his tracks. They quickly scan up and down suspiciously as I pray that he hadn't noticed.

His eyebrows furrow as he starts walking towards me. I feel the urge to run, hide and escape as he quickly closes the space between us. My grip on the daggers handle tightens as I panic.

"What are you hiding?!" He shouts as he towers over me.

I flinch and don't answer as I look from one of his eyes to the other in panic. He opens the box I took the dagger from and shuffles through it.

"The knife?" His eyes are peeled onto my hidden hand.

How did he even notice?? I don't understand?

Relax, I still have the upper hand. I'm armed and he's not.

Provokingly he takes a step towards me, leaving only inches between us. "What now, huh?" He asks trying to trigger a reaction, but I can't even move. My body starts shaking and I turn nauseous. I hadn't thought this through. What do I do now??

I don't have the guts to stab him, and he can tell.

"I dare you, try me." He grits. Even if I kill him I still wouldn't be able to get out of here that easily. The chances of someone noticing were to high and he was the only thing standing between me and those men out there. And that being said I don't even have the guts to stab him.

Cold sweat runs down my back as I try to find a way out of this situation. If I don't fight, he'll hurt me and if I do I wouldn't have the guts to end him. But if I don't, he'll make me regret it I'm sure of it.

He swiftly grabs my arm tightly. "Give it-"

"Don't touch me!"
Panic takes over and I swing the dagger at him, straight past his chest. Surprise and hurt trace his face as he looks down at the long gash across his chest, where blood is now trickling from into his beige tunic, which was now turning red.

Fuck! I don't know what im doing. It feels horrible to cut someone intentionally. Zayden looks at me in disbelief and that's exactly how I feel. Did I actually just cut him?

His look turns rigorous and before I can react he's gripped my armed hand and spun me around holding onto me tightly. "Let go!" He yells as his grip on my wrist turns to steel and makes me feel like my bones could snap.

My wrists burn under the pressure from the previous wounds and I shout out in pain before dropping the dagger onto the soil floor.

His grip loosens right after and before I can recover my stance he pushes me away with both hands, making me trip forwards only barely being able to catch myself.

"For fucks sake." He cusses and I quickly turn to look at him. He picks the knife of the ground never looking away. Now I'd done it. I don't think he's going to spare me this time. I quickly contemplate on running out of the tent but then what?? Right into the arms of his soldiers. He said himself that he isn't going to save me again.

Zayden places his free hand on his chest along the cut and then looks at the blood on it. He shoots me a harsh look making me step backwards. He just stares at me, a anger vein on his forehead clearly visible as my back hits two boxes which are stacked on top of each other.

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*Readers POV*

Bella proceeded to slide down the boxes and curl up away from her bonded. She was afraid. Afraid of what Lord Asher might do to her now that she'd dared to cut him, but Zaydens intentions weren't to hurt her. He'd been the one that was hurt. Not from the cut, but from her actions.

Her cut had only pieced his skin but it had dealt a great bit of pain to his heart. Not knowing how to handle the situation he'd gone and locked up the dagger into his chest full of weapons.

Every so little noise he made, made fear arise in Bella. She didn't dare look at her mated but she could almost feel his anger, as he let the chest fall shut loudly.

His only wish was for them to speak to one another and have her concentrate on him for a second but all she did was hate him. The more he thought about it the sadder he'd gotten. He knew that all she wanted was to go back home, but it was simply something he couldn't grant her even if he'd wanted to.

Seeing her shaking and trembling in the corner of the tent made him sad but he simply couldn't think of a way to take away her fear. He'd done bad things to her and he doubted that she'd trust him if he told her he wouldn't hurt her.

Bella suffered ever second waiting for Zayden to get his revenge. According to the symbols they were bonded but he was still the man that had taken her here and made her fear for her life.

Many minutes had passed and although she'd heard  him move around the tent he hadn't made any attempts of walking towards her.

Zayden had taken of his cut open shirt and started cleaning his wounds at the basin. It didn't hurt as he'd been used to actual violence but he'd still bandaged it over not wanting to ruin another tunic of his.

He looked at his curled up bonded. He'd seen her more often than he'd liked in that position.