Alle Kapitel von Unbound: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 46

LUNA“I am going to die here,” I panted. “You are going to kill me here.”Alessandro looked over his shoulder. Of course he wasn’t panting or sweating or looking like he was about to cease to exist like me.He is as cool as a tree.“If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so while you were sleeping in my room.”“No, you won’t. Because you like your bedsheets clean.”Whether it really happened or I had imagined it, a corner of his mouth twitched before he quickly turned forward. “Yes, I do.”Alessandro looked like he belonged in the woods more than the mansion. A charcoal T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, the sleeves hugging his biceps before ending just above his elbows. Dark cargo pants sat low on his hips, and his black sneakers looked far too expensive to be walking over dirt and stones. His hair was tied back in the same careless knot, a few strands already escaping around his face.He looked put together while I was a complete mess.I looked down at myself.An over

LUNA“What the fuck was that?”Alessandro shook his head, his hands clasped behind his back, and he looked down at me like a grumpy old man.“Didn’t you learn how to talk like a lady?”A rustle came from somewhere beneath the trees.I stopped.There it was again.Something was moving through the bushes.“What the fuck was that?”I pointed toward the bushes.He barely glanced in that direction.“Birds.”“That was not a bird.”“It was.”“No.” I shook my head firmly. “Birds make tweet tweet. That sounded like—”Another rustle came from somewhere behind the trees.I froze.“There!” I whispered.Alessandro finally turned his head.The leaves moved again.He watched them for a few seconds before saying, completely calmly, “Probably a rabbit.”“A rabbit?”“Yes.”“That thing sounded angry.”“It’s a rabbit, Luna.”“Maybe it's an angry rabbit.”He gave me a look.I narrowed my eyes at the bushes.“Maybe it has rabies.”“It doesn't.”“You don't know that.”“I do.”“How?”“Because I know what's l

LUNAI avoided Alessandro for the rest of the day. Not because I was angry with him. That would have been easier.Anger was familiar. Anger was safe. I knew what to do with anger. I could throw it at him, insult him, glare at him, tell him exactly what an asshole he was, and then walk away feeling like I had won something.But this wasn’t anger. This was worse.I was getting comfortable. That was the problem.Somewhere between the arguments and the stolen kisses, between him carrying me home after I twisted my ankle and silently treating it like it was the most natural thing in the world, between him remembering which snacks I liked and which ones I hated, Alessandro had stopped feeling like the man who kidnapped me.He was becoming a person.A person I was starting to look for when I entered a room.A person whose footsteps I could recognise.A person whose silence I understood.And I didn’t want that. This is Stockholm syndrome or something. I should not entertain it.So I stayed aw