Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Everything went crazy and I didn't know what to do. But, I ran. Slipped on blood once, caught myself on the doorframe and kept running.Blankets. Anything. I didn’t think, didn’t breathe, just grabbed what I could. An old wool coat from the hall closet. A few towels. The blanket from the sofa. My own sweater from the chair. I dropped half of it in my haste and had to scoop it up again with trembling hands.He was dying.Misha was dying and I couldn’t even keep my grip on a towel.I stumbled back into the bedroom, arms overflowing, heart threatening to crack my ribs open from the inside.He was still on the bed, barely upright, barely conscious. His face looked wrong. Pale, waxy. Lips cracked and blue-tinged. Eyes half-lidded and glassy. Blood soaked the sheets. Soaked him.I couldn’t even tell how much was left in him. So, I dumped the blankets and tore into them, wrapping him with frantic, clumsy hands. My voice shook, cracked,

“One more thing,” the doctor said, glancing at Misha’s pale, still form under the blankets.“What is it, doc?” James responded before I could. “His core temp’s dropped. He’s hypothermic.”James frowned. “The heater’s on.”“Won’t be enough if it keeps dipping,” the doctor said. “Fastest way to raise his temperature is body heat. Skin to skin.”She said it casually, like it was just another part of her job. Then her gaze slid pointedly to me.Before I could respond, James recoiled like she'd just told him to suck venom from a snake itself. “Hell no. Don’t look at me, I’m not gay.”The doctor rolled her eyes. “Didn’t ask you to be.”Skin to skin. That’s what she said. And suddenly, finally, I understood. That was what Misha meant. Right before he passed out.‘Strip,’ he’d said. I thought he was delirious. Dying. Making some dark jokes. But he was trying to save himself. Trying to tell me what wo

“What do you need? Name it.”Misha grinned, “A kiss might—”I didn’t let him finish.I leaned in and kissed him before the rest could leave his mouth, silencing the request with the press of my lips. His breath hitched, and I feared of hurting him somehow. But then he kissed me back, with more hunger than I expected from someone who’d nearly died a few hours ago.When I finally pulled back, flustered and breathless, I started to curl in beside him again. But Misha didn’t stop.His hand slid to the back of my neck, drawing me down into another kiss that was firmer, slower, claiming. Heat bloomed low in my belly, all thoughts scattering under the weight of it. My fingers clutched the edge of the blanket as he deepened the kiss, and then—Everything shifted.I gasped when the mattress dipped. Before I could blink, Misha had rolled, turning me onto my back with a gentleness that didn’t match the burning stare in hi

Misha leaned his head back against the cushion, lips pale and dry. “I’m sorry, what? Who said I want your forgiveness?”Sadie snapped at him, “It's common decency, you psycho.”“Guys, that's enough.”“Where the hell did you find this crazy bitch? She’s worse than him.” Misha jerked his thumb toward James, making me smile.James’s jaw dropped in offense. “Excuse you?! I bought breakfast!”“With my credit card,” Misha croaked from the couch.“Obviously,” James replied proudly, puffing up like he deserved a medal. “Be glad I got you food because I was in a good mood,” James said with exaggerated patience, “Until someone drop-kicked you in the nuts.”Sadie raised an unimpressed brow. “You mean when I was saving my best friend from what I thought was a manipulative, psycho kidnapper?”James pointed a finger at her. “You also made me drop two bags of perfectly packaged breakfast outside the front door.”Sadie

“Excuse me?”Misha locked his starless dark eyes on Sadie, expressionless. “You heard me. If you’re only here to throw blame and pretend like you know everything, then leave.”Sadie’s jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. “You arrogant—”“Sadie,” I cut in quietly.She turned to me, disbelief all over her face. “You’re letting him talk to me like that?”“I’m not letting anyone do anything.” My voice trembled with exhaustion. “But I’m not asking you to protect me like I’m still seventeen and hiding in your dorm room after my father screamed at me.”Sadie reeled. “That’s not what this is about—”“But it is,” I said softly. “You’ve always been the one who stood up for me when no one else would. You always showed up. Even when you shouldn’t have to. I’m really glad I have a best friend like you, Sadie. But I think I’ve been selfish. I’m making you fight a war that isn’t yours.”Her expression cracked, something raw surfaci