“Princess,” came that deep voice of his, laced with hilarity. “Don’t touch that fucking alarm.”
I kept my hands to myself.
He smirked. It had been a precise and well-calculated move. This man was trained.
I smirked back. So was I.
“Can I help you?” I asked, clutching my pillow.
He kept on his devilish smirk and did not answer my question. “I never thought I’d eat a princess before.”
“This is a democratic society, not a monarchy. There is no royalty,” I said through my smile. “Certainly one that does not partake in cannibalism. Would you prefer a macaroon? I can fetch one for you?”
He pulled out a wad of duct tape from his back pocket and set it neatly on the edge of the mattress. Next, he drew out a bottle of—was that chloroform?
This was concerning.
However, what was more concerning: his boots were dirty, and they were tracking mud on my antique rug.
I choked on air, close to screaming, the precious fibres soaked with wet soil and blood. “Can you take off your shoes?”
“I’m not staying for long. Come on Princess, let’s go.” He crossed into my personal territory, digging his knee into my bed, causing the mattress to dip. The weight of him made me sink. A freckle of blood showed itself on his sunglasses. He smelled like leather and that coppery taste of blood.
“Go…where?” I leered back.
“Home.”
“Iamhome.”
“Tomyhome.”
“Oh, no thank you.”
A lick of black hair slipped down his forehead. Though his face was consumed by the shadow from his hood, and his ridiculous glasses hid his eyes, the lower half of his face faintly came into view. His jaw arched sharply down to a sturdy chin. Instead of stubble, the shade across his cheek was dark from a splattering of still-wet blood. This nightmare creature was sparked with hints of handsome. Curiosity almost had me reaching over and flipping back his hood.
He leaned forward, pushing his hands onto the bed to crawl up to me, the tip of his knife penetrated my cotton sheets. “Princess, you’re my Soulmate. I can feel it.”
I watched those hands. “Aw, how sweet.”
Many people thought they were my Soulmate, all in hopes of touching my family’s money.
“My heart is pounding for you,” he said. His hand crept over his chest. “It’s yours, Princess. Here, feel it.”
“No, thank you. And, my darling, I think I should let you know that currently, I don’t feel a pain in my chest to search for my Soulmate, so you cannot be mine. You may leave now.” I gestured to the door and then abruptly re-gestured to the window remembering his preferred entrance. “Please let me know your name on the way out so that I may send you the bill for my rug.”
“Princess.” He leaned forward, showing a whiff of severity chiselled across the lower half of his face. It was difficult to take him seriously with his sunglasses. “I came here tosaveyou.”
“Save me?” I asked. “From…” I looked around my bedroom searching for my supposed imminent danger of which I needed saving from and landed my sight back onto his bloody knife. “Are you saving me from a good night’s sleep? You have been successful, well done you. You may leave now, thank you so much.”
Irritation licked his lips. “I don’t know why you can’t feel me or what’s happening between us, but there’s something fucky going on here.”
My eyes stayed trained on his knife. “There certainly is.”
“I’m taking you with me.”
“You’re going to kidnap me?”
“No, I’m just taking you with me, whether you want to come with me or not.”
