Yeah… this is exactly what I saw yesterday, minus the organ exploding and vomiting part. When the tornado starts to head in our direction, Seiji swiftly scatters it with a heavy gush of air, and everything caught up in the tornado falls to the floor. The entire living room looks like a tornado ran through it, which it did.
“You’re cleaning things up.” Angel gives him a pointed look, and it’s clear this isn’t the first time Seiji went too far with his showing off. Turning to his Warriorhead, Angel says, “I’m starving.”
Taking a small breath, Hazel starts whistling softly. It’s so soft and melodic that I want to imprint it in my mind and play it later when I need to calm down after an episode.
I realize she’s not flinging it, it’s a specific tune, and I soon find out the intent behind it when the elevator chimes, and five waiters come rushing in with trays overflowing with food. They entirely ignore the jungle of a room and move past it to place the trays on the kitchen counter before leaving almost robotically, like they are in a trance—Or being manipulated by a siren.
I’m gaping when Hazel stops whistling and winks at me smugly. “I think she’s my favorite,” I whisper, still in awe of the woman.
“I madethunderstormsin a hotel room, andshe’syour favorite?!”
“I can’t eat clouds, princess.” I shrug, practically salivating from the delicious smell coming from the kitchen, and everyone burst out laughing.
CHAPTER 9
Come meet my monkey
Nevaeh
I’m going to throw this stupid clock out the stupid window if it doesn’t stop tick-ticking right fucking now!
Pressing my face into a pillow, I scream in frustration. I’ve been lying on this cloud-like bed for the past five hours, and still no sleep.
I thought being in a safe environment would ease my mind enough tofinallyrest, but I guess not. Not being able to pull my guard down enough to sleep is taking me back to how I felt in that cell. Even with all the comfort and warmth surrounding me, I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
When Anxo showed me a room with pale blue walls, a bed wrapped in a soft comforter, and fluffy pillows, I was eager to have a place to myself with my little monkey, but that boy is in a sleep coma for the past four days.
Naturally, I hate every second of it.
The healer Grace called thinks after everything the boy has been through, his body has shut down to recuperate and give his innocent mind time to heal.
Not having my constant companion by my side is another reason for my restlessness.
After checking on my little monkey for the fourteenth time tonight, I return to the room I haven’t left for anything other than seeing my boy. Anxo understood my need for some time to adjust and hasn’t bugged me to socialize yet.
What baffles me most is how, even when I keep to myself, I always have a plate filled to the brim with food waiting for me every morning. Seiji was standing by my door the second day when I devoured the food while standing in front of him, only to throw up everything a minute later.
Good food is a luxury my body rejected on my second day as a free woman.Joy.
The second time Seiji left a plate at night, I didn’t know what to do with it. I was already served once that day, and even if it didn’t reach my stomach, I thought that was it.
When I made the mistake of asking what I did to deserve a second plate, Seiji knocked on Angel’s door, and they both looked at me like kicked puppies for the longest time.
I ate half of what was offered the next day and thankfully, could stomach it. Anxo asked Seiji to cut my meals in half and only once a day because that was all I could stomach for the time being. Seiji was worried and didn’t try to hide it. He tried to convince me to at least have some fruit before Angel intervened.
Now everyone is followingmypace when it comes to my rehabilitation in society.
Not wanting to break my ninth clock since I got here, I climb out of the warm bed and walk straight to my bathroom.My own bathroom.
It’s seven in the morning, so I expect everyone to be up soon.
After a burning hot shower, I look somewhat alive, but the purple bags under my eyes are proof of my less-than-stellar sleep schedule. My closet, which is big enough for me to sleep in, has three pairs of new sweatpants and undergarments that Grace bought for me and two hoodies that Anxo graciously let me borrow.
Picking the soft white hoodie and black sweatpants, I get changed. The lack of sleep makes the usual fog in my headthicker, and it takes all my energy to stay upright instead of falling over from exhaustion.
I’ve tried to give in and take a nap twice now, but the nightmares from my past haunt me until I wake with a start, on the verge of a panic attack. I can’t risk my Divine taking control when I feel threatened because that will be catastrophic for everyone around me.
The sound of another door shutting breaks my train of thought, and I see Angel coming out of his room. When his eyes settle on me, I see a flash of surprise to find me out of my room—voluntarily.
