Chapter 54 Chapter 52
ADRIANA'S POV
After Daciana left, I had nothing to do, I didn't feel motivated to do anything with the thoughts running through my mind. I felt guilty for whatever she was going to do to her brother and I tried as much as I could to mindlink her. Xander spoke with me through mindlink last night so I thought I would manage, but again I failed.
I felt like the failure my father always says, never getting anything right in my life. I felt too weak to even eat and get dressed so I just ended up going back to bed. I didn't sleep, I didn't think I would have been able to sleep either way.
As a sort of punishment to myself, purely because I felt like I deserved it, I laid on my back which hurt like hell. But I felt a sliver of satisfaction, like I was finally getting something I deserve.
I laid there for what felt like hours, Candace didn't come back which I was glad for. Being nice or even pretending to was something I didn't have the energy to do.
I was starting to like being away from people, up here I didn't have to hear people living their life and just being normal. I never knew what that was and maybe I was a bad person for feeling hatred towards them but I couldn't stop it. Maybe bitterness was the right word.
Heavy footfalls told me someone was coming, my eyes quickly moved to the open door, hoping I would catch a glimpse of the person before they get here. I was still In my towel, I reminded myself. My heart was hammering in my chest, telling me there was a high chance it could be Xander.
I didn't understand my reaction, it wasn't terror per se but something akin to that. Except this has my blood thrumming with adrenaline and excitement. For what reason? I couldn't tell.
It seems to me like the days on the hospital coupled with that wolf hitting me have really affected something in my head.
He appeared by the doorway, dressed from head to toe in black. The color fit him perfect because he looked like he was doom, promising destruction wherever he went. Something in me liked that.
I couldn't look away, my eyes trained on him when he stopped by the threshold and crossed his arms over his chest. The t-shirt tightening around his biceps, showing how very built they were. Warmth pooled on my lower belly at the sight.
I never knew he was this bulky. From first sight, he wasn't small but I didn't think he was this built.
"How's your back?" His deep voice asking, sending a shiver down my spine. I made to get up but he shook his head. I laid still when I figured what he meant.
"I feel better." I whispered the words out. I started sweating when he just kept looking at me, his face was passive not letting me get a glimpse of what he must be thinking which only made me more nervous
I balled my hands into fists at my sides, looking everywhere but his face and his eyes especially. Except I couldn't keep them in one place and I kept moving. In my wandering, I somehow landed on his face. The obsidian eyes looked mysterious right now, their depth pulling me in, sinking in whatever secrets lay there.
I averted my gaze immediately and breathed out through my nose, staying so still you would think if I moved a motion detecting landmine would go off.
"Did you see your maid? If you want them changed that can be arranged." His voice flowed over me, warming me in ways I've never been warmed before. If I wasn't so scared of him I would have asked him to please stop talking. He should give me a moment to figure out what was going on with me. I hated him, I was sure I did but these thoughts and the things I was feeling confused me.
I couldn't place my finger on it but something was different, at first I started getting excited thinking it was my wolf that was finally coming but after I didn't feel any of the things I've heard people talk about when they first get their wolves, I let the hope die. Not even feeling all that disappointed. This has been happening since I was thirteen, I was more than used to it now.
"Adriana?" my heart jumped at the sound of my name on Xander's lips. I don't think anyone has ever called me that way. If I wasn't going too far I would have said he made it sound like he has never heard anything that sounded that beautiful before.
"Yes." I said, my voice no less than a whisper. Xander's eyes swept over my lying form, not staying longer than a brief second on every part.
"I asked if you saw your maid?" He repeated and I nodded. "Do you like her? Them? Did you meet them both?" He added the second one, not waiting for me to reply.
"Yes," that seemed to be the only word I could muster. I sounded like a broken record at this point.
"No issues?" He asked again and I nodded. Staring down at my feet that were still bandaged. I'd considered taking it off but just the thought of stretching my back made me change my mind because I was definitely not in on it.
"Is your back still hurting?" He motioned to the way I'm lying on the back that we prickling me. I fought the grimace and shook my head no. I didn't want him fussing over me, because that would make him come here often and that's the number one thing I'm avoiding.
I've had enough time to think of the blueprint of my escape plan. It wasn't as nice as it sounded though since I still very much don't know how to get to the gates of the pack house. If it even has a gate. I couldn't remember where exactly we followed. I have a plan for that but I would first wait it out and see.
"The doctor will come over just to make sure so we're on the safe side." I nodded again, completely unable to speak.
Xander pushed himself off the door and relaxed his arms, his muscles flexing. I looked away, my breath catching in my throat. It held on for a whole different reason when he took a step forward, instead of a step backward that would take him out of the room. It was the latter I wanted. So badly.
My heart rate increased with every step he took towards me, I knew he was hearing how fast my heart was beating but there was nothing I could do to stop it except look like a deer caught in headlights.
One voice in my head said to get up and run out of the room while the other wasn't even working. I chose the latter which made me keep my initial position, like a frozen ice sculpture.
It almost seemed like Xander was walking in slow motion, the longer he seemed to take, the more I was under pressure of what he was about to do.
He finally stopped by the foot of the bed, then he turned and stood right where my head was. I snapped my eyes closed when his shadow loomed over me. I saw the slight smirk forming on his face before my eyes closed.
"You're not scared." Xander commented, his voice was closer now which told me he was leaning down. His hot breath fanned my face, his fresh minty breath sending me into a world I didn't know existed.
"I want to smell your fear," he lowered his voice again, from how I couldn't seen anything beyond the blackness, even with my eyes closed, I knew our noses had to be almost touching.
"It's intoxicating." All the hairs on my body were standing at this point and my heart was an unstable staccato
I felt the wisps of his beard on my face as I couldn't hold it in, I sucked in a sharp shuddering breath when his nose touched mine. I froze, not letting any more sounds of air make it past my lips. I shivered when I heard his deep voice again. This time a shadow over my
lips,
"Why don't you give me that, little wolf?"