I allow just a little of my heavenly glow to fill the room. The moment it does, she calms down. Her fear retreats, and she smiles.
“What do you want?” she asks, eager to be of service.
I smile. “To help you.” Walking closer to her, I place a hand on her shoulder. “I want to take all your troubles away. I feel your hurt, your sadness, and even the pain of your heartbreak.”
The moment I mention heartbreak, she turns and looks at the closed door. This is too easy. Yes, I feel all those emotions from her, but I also sense her jealousy, her envy, and her hatred toward Nasiah. It’s why I chose her.
Placing a finger under her chin, I turned her gaze back to me. “I can help. I can even help you finally get the man you love.”
Her pupils dilate at that last part. She runs her tongue over her bottom lip.
“How?” she asks.
Giddiness fills me. I could laugh at how simple this was. Raziel thought he had me. He thought he’d won. I’m going to teach him why he should never play games with me. He will wish for the day his only problem was a mate bond to that fucking forsaken princess.
“Have a seat,” I say. “Let me teach you something.”
chapter Eleven
I Can’t
Nasiah
I’ve read the same line in this book four times. Finally, having had enough, I close the urban romance and place it down beside me.
My gaze flies to the clock on the wall. Only three minutes have passed since the last time I looked at it. Looking over at the door expectantly, I wait for it to open. Usually, Raziel is here by now.
“Seriously, Nasiah? Are you waiting for this man to come home?”
Since that day three days ago when Raziel came home and had a seafood boil with me, things have changed. I’m still locked in this damn house, but for some reason my desire to be in his presence has grown.
I can tell the moment he leaves the apartment even if I’m asleep. The moment he walks out that door, a sinking feeling hits my gut. It remains until he walks back in. It isn’t just this longing feeling that has changed. I actually enjoy his company. In no way is Raziel a gentleman, but he’s funny and straightforward. Most importantly, he seems to enjoy me. Which is not something I’m used to.
I’m so conditioned to accept that I’m just someone people deal with, like a chore you don’t really want to do but can’t skip. Although Jamieson made me feel loved, there were momentsin our relationship that even he seemed as if he’d rather be somewhere else.
The only person who has ever made me feel as if I mattered to them was Tanisha. Raziel has this way of watching me as I speak as if the next word out of my mouth is his only reason to live.
He seems to want my presence as much as I want his. I’m the first person he seeks when he arrives. He will literally sit with me until I fall asleep. We don’t even have to talk. I could be reading a book, and he will sit silently here with me.
Clearly, I’m suffering from Stockholm syndrome. That’s the only reason I’m feeling like this. Standing from my lounge chair, I slip my feet back into my slippers and march toward the door. I need to get out of this house. I was losing my mind.
Just as I make it to the door of the library, it opens. My heart races in my chest until I spot the intruder.
Erazel is a giant of a man. He has to be nearly 6’5”. He’s completely bald, with deep tan skin and muscles on top of muscles. This man could be a wrestler if he wanted to. In fact, he reminded me of a certain wrestler turned actor.
I take a step back as soon as he enters. He grins down at me. Although our first few encounters were rocky, I’ve gotten used to the big guy.
“Jeez, Era. You can’t just walk up on me like that.”
He chuckles. “I’ve got good news. Boss said get dressed.”
Lifting a brow, I stare at my bodyguard. “Why?”
“You’re going out tonight.”
Instead of sprinting to get dressed so I can finally get out of this house, I pause. This sounds too good to be true.
Erazel folds his arms over his wide chest. “Want me to tell him you don’t want to go?”
