My stomach rolls and I feel like I might be sick, the hand she unconsciously places on my stomach burns so much I need to get it off me.
I slide out the bed as quickly and quietly as possible, all the while my mind races with all the new information.
I pace back and forth by the bed as her chest rises and falls without a care in the world. All while mine has exploded. Everything I thought I had coming with her is a lie, every plan and future I was putting together has tumbled like domino’s and I don’t know what to do now.
It takes another couple of paces to realise I need to move fast while she doesn’t know what is happening. She won’t lie herself out of this one now. I need answers and I want them now.
I grab my phone and head into the bathroom, closing the door to a jar so I can muffle my voice but keep an eye on her form in bed.
Jacob answers immediately.
“What’s wrong?” He asks. “Is Piper okay?”
“Piper is fine. I need you to quickly grab Daylan and the handguns your uncle sent. Come to Ruella’s room asap but don’t knock on the door,”
“Ash man what the hell is going on?” I here shuffling in the background as he gets ready.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I nip the bridge of my nose. “So, I picked up one of Ruella’s books and a photobooth style photo fell out and she’s with someone,”
“Please tell me you haven’t reached the level of psycho where you want to kill anyone who has ever dated her? The guy in the photo’s don’t matter,” He sighs.
“It’s not a fucking guy!” I whisper shout, double checking through the door to make sure she still sleeps.
“Then who?” He asks as he must close his door behind him.
“It’s Marlowe,”
Silence.
“Marlowe Astor?” He eventually asks.
“Yeah,”
“I’m on my way,” Then the line cuts out.
I make my way over to Ruella, no doubt dreaming of all the ways to stab me in the back. I thought she was starting to trust me and let me in more as I did her, only she was playing me the whole time.
I run my finger down her skin once more, this time with a pain in my chest I don’t think I have ever felt before. Her skin doesn’t goosebump and the usual shiver of pleasure never comes, this time her arm pulls away and her brows furrow in her sleep. Her body even notices the difference.
“I hope you know what you have gotten yourself into little vixen”.
THIRTY FIVE
RUELLA
Something isn’t right.
Everything feels wonky and my arms aren’t moving the way they should.
My neck feels twisted and the usual scent of Asher wrapped around me feels too far away, in its place is a cold space.
I blink my eyes open and find myself looking at my legs.
I slowly lift my neck with a bite of pain at the base, how long have I been like this?
I groan and try to stretch my arms above my head, but I find resistance. That’s when I notice the tightness around my wrists. My hands are tied. Shit.
My eyes fly open completely on high alert as I scan every inch of the space around me.
