My hands shook.
Drustan was in my bedroom last night.
Drustan was in my bedroom last night.
He wore casual wear, something that looked a lot like the outfit he wore during the trip I had from the Hyvenmerian tea. Which means that it must have truly beenhimthat night.I wasn’t hallucinating that night. Drustan was actually in my room. He was real. I was pretty confident I licked his neck at one point.
Do you want it now?
His chuckle on the camera made me jump in my seat, and I had to press a palm to my chest to make sure my heart wasn’t about to beat out of my chest. In the video, Drustan had wandered over to my desk, pulled one of my favorite romances off the shelf, and sat in the very chair I was currently in to start casually reading. He had flipped to a specific page in the book to do so. Ignoring where my own bookmark was.
Drustan sat in my desk chair, reading a romance novel in the dark for an hour. I had to speed up the video again because I was going to lose my mind if that’s all the siren prince did while he was stalking me. After an hour of casual reading, he gently slid the book back on the shelf. At the same time, I had rolled over in my sleep. A loud, unladylike snort came from me as I adjusted.
Drustan’s back was mostly to me, but the camera allowed me to see him turn toward the sound of my sleepy snort. And he smiled. A lot was shocking me right now, but for some reason, watching Drustan’s cheek pull back in an obvious grin as he watched me snore in my sleep made me feel…confused.
Flutters erupted in my stomach, and I couldn’t finish eating my protein bar.
Drustan gently stood from my desk chair and strolled to the side of the bed. He bent his large frame down to pull open my nightstand drawer slowly.
Jesus Christ, my vibrators were in there.
He was just…snooping. When he pulled out a sleeve of condoms I had recently bought, I tugged the collar of my shirt over my mouth and nose, not knowing how to feel about what I was seeing.
In the video, I threw my arm to the side in my sleep. The sudden movement made him freeze and turn to look at me. His eyes were eerie looking in the nighttime vision. It almost looked like bright lights coming from his face. After waiting a minute to ensure I didn’t wake, he lifted the sleeve of condoms to his face with what looked like a confused expression.
Did they not have condoms in the magical realm?
He held the strip to his nose and sniffed before grimacing and inspecting it again.
Then he quirked his lips to the side and slowly tiptoed back to my desk and took a seat. He clicked my laptop to life and quickly dimmed the brightness. The vision on the camera adjusted from the sudden bright light a few moments before I realized that he still held the strip of condoms in his hand.
I couldn’t even hear him tap the keys; he was being so quiet. It wasn’t until I saw him hold up the strip again, while glancing at the keys on the keyboard, that I realized he was looking up the brand of the condoms.
I experienced a unique kind of embarrassment watching Drustan Shaw, the Mad Siren Prince of Lyndoruun, research what condoms were on my laptop. All while I quietly snored a few feet away. When he leaned toward the monitor to read what he found, I held my breath again.
Then he suddenly leaned back, looked at the condoms again, and frowned, before clicking out of the browser and closing the laptop.
I paused the video and opened my web browser to look at my internet history. Sure enough, my favorite condom brand was the last thing searched. When the list of results pulled up, the link he had viewed was highlighted in purple text. I clicked on it.
It was a Reddit thread, with various accounts discussing favorite condom brands. The first was from a woman going intodetail about how much she preferred these condoms because she could still feel—andohmygodDrustan read all of this.
Clicking back to my video, I pressed play, only to see Drustan clench his hand to bundle up the strip of condoms and shove them into the pocket of his linen pants.
That son of a bitch just stole my condoms.
I paused the video.
“Girl…” I scolded myself as I scraped a hand down my face. I was already losing the plot here. A killer was in my bedroom last night, and I was getting heated over the fact that he pocketed my condoms.
I needed to stay mad over the fact that a killer wasin my room while I was sleeping.
I played the video again, not totally surprised to see Drustan saunter back to my nightstand and grab the rest of the condoms. A comical frown marred his face as he opened the box to pocket the rest of the strips inside it.
What the hell is happening?
After he carefully put the box back in my nightstand and closed the drawer, Drustan paused to stare at my sleeping form.
My skin felt hot. I leaned onto my elbows to steeple my fingers together and rest them against my face. He was still as he studied me. Was he…contemplating something? To kill me? To steal more of my contraception?
