My head stayed firmly in my hands, roughly grabbing at my hair in frustration. I didn’t want to risk my scars going into nuclear meltdown by looking at her. Nor did I want to give her fucking satisfaction either.
“What do you want?” I growled at her. The faintest hush of a gasped breath before she softly declared.
“That’s not very nice after all these years, I saw you yesterday you know.”
“You know I left immediately too then, if I had wanted to talk to you I would have.”
I heard her click the roof of her mouth in annoyance, a bad habit she had failed to drop.
“You can at least look at me, do I not get that?”
“As you well know, I fucking can’t thanks to your psychotic family slashing me up,” I snapped back angrily, “I think we’re done here." I waved my hand, gesturing for her to get the hell out.
Instead of leaving, her footsteps softly padded further into the room, Viktor was oddly still, unmoved by her presence. Yesterday he
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I hit the floor with a thud as my breath left my chest. I barely even registered landing on the ground before I was scooped up into his strong arms and carried into a darkened side corridor. He was dressed entirely in black, I could only just make out his eyes, the sparks of gold glinting. His huge shoulders cast a long shadow down the gloomy, torch-lit corridor as he looked me over. "Bella who did this to you?" His rough hands roamed up and down my arms, appraising my bruises. The sensation of his tender touch against my battered skin made me close my eyes as butterflies stormed my stomach. Up and down his hands roamed, every single bruise noted and tenderly examined by him with concern knotted across his brow. "We need to get out of here, but I'll tell you everything," I whispered, my eyes still shut as his hands desperately explored my arms, shoulders, and neck. I sighed deeply at the crackling sensation his hands left on my skin as if his ve
Speedily washed, fed and in fresh clean clothes, I felt like a completely different person. Gitte was constantly on alert looking out for Lucien. I grew restless with anticipation as the minutes ticked by until his return. I wore a new black tank top and soft black leggings, my hair now clean and glossy though there was no mirror to tell if it was still a crazy mess I didn’t care so much anymore. Feeling like a naughty child placed on a step I longed to leave the cabin and see if I could find him. Every nerve jangled, hoping I hadn’t made him think I didn’t return his affection. Finally, I could take it no longer, I pulled on my black boots and started down the path where he had gathered the wood. The steep incline made me gasp as I marvelled at how strong he had been to carry me on his shoulders all this way. Gitte noticed a small collection of rocks and boulders off the path and nudged me to investigate. As I approached, ducking and bending under branches I saw his