She wouldn’t get it.
I shift him, waking him enough to force him to change out of his soaked pants and then lie next to him. Kiara slowly turns to leave as he seems taken care of and falling back into a coma.
“Selvaggia,” Adrien mumbles, half-looking at Kiara.
She stumbles, her eyes jumping between me and him.
I don’t have the energy to explain now.
“Nat,” he mumbles and reaches for Kiara, his palm instantly dropping onto my body, because he can’t hold it up.
Kiara looks at me, probably waiting for my instruction, or I don’t know. I’m still a bit drunk myself.
“I’m not—” she starts, but I stop her right away.
“Stay,” I command and signal her to the other side of the bed.
She hesitates for a second but then walks around the bed and climbs in. Adrien instantly turns around to her and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into him and falling asleep immediately.
I clench my jaw, wanting to kill that motherfucker if he wasn’t just dying an hour ago. I stare at his hands around her waist, Kiara stares at me, her eyes wide open.
She’s probably confused. And I’m fucking furious, but I also don’t want the drugged Adrien to have another panic attack when he finds out that Natalya is not really here.
We’ve been through that already. More than once.
Fine.
I guess this is happening.
I let them be and unclench my fists, my scars still tense from the pressure. I look at them, Kiara relaxing herself a bit. She’s probably tired, it’s something around two in the morning.
What was she doing outside her suite? I fist my hands again, snapping my head toward her.
“How did you find him?” I whisper-shout, the words hissing out of me.
She looks up at me with this guilty-apologetic face, and I’m already preparing to murder whoever was supposed to be guarding her tonight.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I sneaked out to the gym.” She pauses. “Bruce fell asleep,” she finishes.
She actually looks proud of herself.
“Who the hell isBruce?” I hiss over Adrien’s unconscious body.
“My mute guard,” she whispers back.
What? Is she also drunk? I give her the mostelaborate pleaselook I can manage.
“I call him Bruce because you obviously forbade them to talk to me, sentencing me to an eternity of silence and loneliness. Thank you for that, by the way.”
Oh, right. I did that.
I lean back against the wall, adjusting my hand behind my head for support. My other hand stays on Adrien’s neck, fingers on his pulse, ready to feel if it slows down again.
“Can I ask you something?” she whispers, not looking at me. She’s obviously nervous, but she just goes on with the question when I don’t respond.
“Does this mean that Natalya is also alive?”
Dammit.
