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I found a few of the Arkan since I’ve been trying to locate them anyway, and I killed them all without mercy. Unleashing the anger that had been burning within me. Delivering judgment to those who dared to hurt our kind.
But I had to come back because I had taken nothing with me, and I had been hit with a poisonous bullet which isn’t healing.
Having her show up in my place like that wasn’t what I was expecting. I didn’t think she had it in her to break into someone’s home.
I had made sure to remain silent in the hope that she wouldn’t hear me. After all, how am I supposed to face her after what happened? I let my guard down, something I never should have. I didn’t think she’d have heard that I was back unless, of course, she was listening out for any sounds.
At least she’s learning to be more vigilant. Deep down a part of me returned to see if she was ok but I will never acknowledge that.
But why was she waiting for me? Because her friend was no longer around?
I’m not here to be available whenever she wants, not after she was practically. disgusted with having her tongue in my mouth.
I slam the bathroom door shut and lock it as I toss my bloody shirt onto the sink before unbuckling my belt and taking my pants off. A part of me wants to see what she has to say, but a bigger part of me knows it’s just not worth it.
She and I are two entirely different groups of people. I am not going to waste my time with her…
Stepping into the shower, I rest my hand against the wall, gripping my right flank as the pain throbs through me. Whatever poison they used, it isn’t healing fast and I’m going to have to let it work its way out of my system slowly. Until then I’m still here…
But will I leave? As my vision darkens a little, I cut back a groan. The less I move, the easier it is to keep conscious.
Who am I kidding? Yeah, I need to get away from her to keep my sanity, but she’s incapable of taking care of herself. What if someone comes for her again? Unless I take her chip out or tell her to stopfucking telling everyone she’s a werewolf, but that would need me to talk to her again. Something I am not willing to do.
Or I could just cut her open and remove the chip whilst she’s asleep…
Wrong maybe, but for the right reasons.
I need to stop caring… I need to fucking stop caring!
Leaving back then… knowing that I may never see her again had been one of the hardest things to do. But I told myself if it was meant to be, then our paths would cross, and they did…. But now what?
Do I let this chance go? Or do I take her for myself?
I step out of the shower, gripping my flank. When I bend down, it feels as if I’m going to fall unconscious, but I should try to get whatever’s left inside of me, out. This won’t get any better.
I cut back another groan of pain as I pull on some sweatpants and drop onto the bed. First, I just need to rest…
VALERIE.
I can’t sleep, pacing like a lunatic. A part of me just wants to give him space… but another part of me feels I need to talk to him.
I didn’t mean to hurt him like that… but I did.
How do I fix things?
Entering my bedroom, I sit on the bed and pick up the picture frame of Jai that sits beside my bed. His piercing blue eyes stare back at me as if he’s really lookingat me.
“Jai…”
I whisper, “What do I do?”
‘I wonder what kind of life he’s had… don’t always judge a book by its exterior…’ his wordsfrom long ago come to the front of my mind when we talked of someone who looked suspicious, and I close my eyes, dropping sideways onto the bed.
Don’t judge a book by its exterior…
Zade Toussaint… I am quick to look at his faults… but what about his strengths…
He’s protected me, fixed my car for free, set up extra protection around this place. for me, made sure I had eaten… there is a side to him that shows he is more than his past defines him as.
He does have feelings… he has looked out for me and these feelings I have don’t just go away. I may not want to admit it, but I am already far too deep in to even try to deny that I care.
That kiss was proof enough until I washed it away right in front of him. I sit up, my heart thudding as I place Jai’s picture down on the bedside table.
“Thanks,”
I whisper, smiling at it before I quickly get out of bed and pull on my slippers. I’m in an oversized nightshirt, but I don’t have time to change.
I grab my keys and phone and sneak into the hall, crossing the empty tiled hall to Zade’s door. It feels strange using this side, but I don’t really have an option. The question is, will he answer it?
Hmm, what should I do?
Maybe I should try to make peace some other way….
But I don’t even know what he likes…
Frowning, I stand there staring at my slippers just as my phone beeps and I look down to see it’s Cassian… I regret giving him my number, I hope he isn’t pushy, maybe next time I’ll make it clear I’m not single….
I am, but I’m not interested in him.
Exhaling, I raise my hand to knock when I pause, my knuckles millimetres from the door. What if I just make him angry again?
“Zade?”
I call quietly, no reply. “Zade, can you please not ignore me?”
At this rate, I’m going to have to do something drastic to get his attention!
But what?
I knock a few more times, he doesn’t answer, and I sigh, pressing my forehead to the cold door. “Zade, I know you’re pissed, but please… can I just speak to you?”
He ignores me again, and my shoulders slump in defeat.
What more can I do?
Give him a little more time… maybe he’ll cool off… seeing him so angry was not something I’m used to, and it did throw me off a little, but it was also proof he needs time.
Maybe tomorrow…
The following morning, he doesn’t answer again, but I am certain he didn’t leave unless he somehow managed to sneak away, although I was half asleep, half awake, keeping my ear out for any sounds of the door opening and shutting.
I feel exhausted as I get ready for work, putting on a bit of makeup to appear normal. As much as I wish I could take another day off, I can’t, not when thecases of the new virus are on the rise.
I run my fingers through my hair before putting my shoes on and leaving for work. As I predicted, it is an extremely busy day but at least keeping busy meant I didn’t have to talk to Cassian although I do need to decline his invitation, but I didn’t get the chance today.
5 pm comes and I get into the car to return home feeling as if death has hit me. I’m so tired, but I need to talk to Zade.
Maybe if I took the same ramen, he got me as a peace offering, he’d let me speak. to him. I don’t think that’s going to work, but it’s worth a try, right?
I think I will do that. After all, I’m not sure he’s even been eating, not that I’ve been eating great. Well, let’s see what tonight brings…
Evening comes and I am outside of Zade’s apartment again with a bag that contains two steaming pots of delicious large portions of ramen.
“Zade? Can you at least open up? I have ramen.”
I call, wishing he’d answer. I wait, hoping the smell of the noodles tempts him, but once again, I’m met with silence. “Fine, don’t talk to me, but if you want the ramen, I’m leaving it outside the door.”
Defeated, I place them down, wondering what more I could do.
I’m heading back to my room when I stop in my tracks, a sudden thought coming to my mind.
Oh yes,drastic times call for drastic measures.
I’ll just camp outside his door. He’ll have to open it at some point. Deciding to do just that, I go over to my apartment door silently, opening and shutting the door with a snap before I silently tip-toe back to Zade’s door and as quietly as possiblesit down.
There. Excellent.
Now I just hope he comes for the ramen, and I can jump inside and force him to listen to him.
Excellent plan!
Or maybe not…
My phone’s dead, so I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I know it’s dark outside. The sound of crickets reache my ears, and I can hear the woman on the bottom floor shouting for her son to get inside. A clear sign that it’s late.
Come on Zade… open up…
I’m exhausted. I didn’t even change out of my clothes since getting back from work. I haven’t eaten and my stomach hurts. How many meals have I been missing, anyway?
I’ve lost count… and I’m so tired….
I’m feeling sleepy, but I refuse to let my eyes drop. What if he opens the door and grabs the food?
No, I’m going to wait here until he gives me a chance…
Just one more time…
Because I know how it feels when you respect the other person’s wishes only for it to waste years because of a misunderstanding.
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