Lyla’s POV
“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?”
His voice sounded as if his throat was about to be ripped off. I clenched the hem of his grey shirt that I was wearing.
“In the kitchen” I lied. Damon raised his eyebrow at me. I prayed he believes me.
“I’ve been to the kitchen and I didn’t meet you there. Put on the fucking light, Lyla” he commanded.
I turned to the light switch and fiddled with it for a while. I knew if I put it on, he would see the dirt on my body.
“Bunny, put on the light” he said gently this time.
I obeyed without wasting much time. As soon as the light came up, I closed my eyes, ready to be killed or slaughtered as a sacrifice to pacify the god called Damon.
“Is there mud in my kitchen now?” He asked and I shook my head.
“I went out” I finally said the truth, waiting for his words.
“What did you see out there?” He asked with determination in his eyes.
“Nothing, I swear, I say nothing” I denied. “I only fell but I’m okay” I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.
Damon walked closer to me gently and when he reached in front of me, he moved his face closer to mine, leaving few inches left.
“You got me worried, Lyla. Don’t fucking go out there again. Do you understand me?”
He asked and I was dumbfounded. I was expecting him to force me to talk about what I saw out there or why the back of his shirt was stained with blood or even scream at me for going out there but he didn’t.
“Answer me Lyla. Promise me you won’t go out there ever again” he yelled this time.
Shivering, I replied, “I promise”
“Keep to your promise or I’ll be forced to tie you up to this bed if I ever see you out there again”
I nodded.
I expected him to move back but Damon didn’t. He only moved closer. His hand grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. I whimpered like a child, scared of him. His eyes bore into mine, calming my raging nerves. He placed his mouth on my neck, kissing me gently before he inhaled my scent. The close proximity made me feel uncomfortable yet I wanted to relax into his hands. Suddenly, he brushed his lips gently against mine, before releasing me abruptly and moving back.
He raked his hair with his hand and looked at the floor murderously.
“Go clean up”
I quickly got out of his sight and went into the bathroom. Before leaving the room, I noticed the shard of glass was no longer there. Maybe someone had came up to clean it.
By the time I emerged from the bathroom the second time that night, the bedroom was empty but I saw a tray containing a glass of water, painkiller and a new shirt sitting on the bed.
As I lifted the glass of water up, I saw a note sitting on the tray.
*Use the drug and get to bed*
I didn’t need to ask where it came from, I knew it was Damon. I quickly put on the shirt, used the drugs and went into bed.
The blanket was absent and the window was opened as well. The cool breeze soon turned into a cold weather for me. Rather than getting up to find a blanket, I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes to sleep off.
It wasn’t long after that before sleep descended on me and dragged me into dreamland with lots of wolves and a particular giant wolf that kept me captivated.
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(I don’t want to switch POVs like this but I think you guys deserve this one from Damon. Thanks )
Damon’s POV
After walking out of the room leaving Lyla behind, I went to check up on my unusual guest.
I’d asked for one of my guys to get her from Base 9, give her some dress to wear and bring her over to my house. I don’t usually get those boys to do the work for me because I don’t trust them but since Tunde was not available, I had to.
I opened the door leading to my study room and walked in to see the girl looking at me like a wild animal. She was sitting on one of my couches with her hand folded on her lap.
Lucas do have a thing for wild girls.
“Damon, right?” She asked.
“My name is none of your business. Infact, it should be the least of your concern” I spat back.
“You’re really Lucas’ friend” she smirked.
“Thank you for saving me”
“I didn’t save you woman. I only took you out of that place because Victor isn’t around at the moment and I need to get you out before he gets back. For me to do that, I have a job for you”
“So, you’re telling me that my survival from this hellhole depends on the outcome of whatever bargain you’ll have with me here tonight”
I applauded her.
Pointing a finger at her, I said, “You’re smart”
“I’ll do anything you want as long as you also promise to help me and Lyla leave here safe and sound. She’s still alive right? I mean Lyla?”
I fisted my hand into a ball. I was getting angry, her request was putting me off.
“Remove Lyla from your sentence and we’ll have an agreement”
“What do you mean?”
“Lyla stays. She’s not leaving with you”
I declared.
“That’s impossible, Damon”
“DONT YOU DARE!” I growled. “Lyla stays and that’s final. Do not speak of that again. To the major reason why you’re here, the job is simple, all you have to do is……….” I went on to explain to her what I wanted her to do.
I knew I could easily go back on the little promise I made with Lyla. I could lock this woman up until she leaves and make sure she doesn’t see my woman but then I don’t think I can bear to see that disappointment on Lyla’s face.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then we’ll discuss on how to send your dead body back to Lucas. How about that?” I spat and walked out of the room angrily.
I instructed Ruth to ensure she gets the girl to a room.
I walked back into my room and saw Lyla curled up on the bed, sound asleep. She was shivering from the cold. I quickly closed the windows and rummaged through the room for the blanket but I couldn’t get any.
“Shit, I might end up killing someone tomorrow” I muttered, not loud enough to wake her up.
I crawled into bed with her and removed the sweatshirt I was putting on. I touched her lightly to arouse her from her deep slumber. She opened her eyes slightly, bashed her eyelashes in confusion.
That action alone sent wrong signals to my heart. I hate this feeling!
“It’s okay Bunny” I ran my hand down hers since she was wearing a sleeveless shirt. I proceed to put the sweatshirt on her.
I pulled her closer to my body so my body warmth can actually warn her up. She cuddled into my body and placed her head on my arm as I wrapped my other hand around her.
“Thank you” she mumbled in her sleep.
I kissed her forehead as a response.
“I’m never letting go, mi amor. Not for anything or anyone”
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Lyla’s POV
Someone was touching my face and my hair. I opened my eyes slightly to see who it was.
I closed my eyes back when I realized what I saw could only happen in a dream. I opened it once more and saw that it was real.
She’s real! She’s here.
“Pearl,” I exclaimed as happy tears ran down my eyes.
“My Lyla,” she said before pulling me into a tight embrace.
For minute, she kept on rocking me back and forth, telling me everything was fine.
“I can’t believe I’ll still get to see you” I cried onto her arms. I was glad that she was fine and at the same time, I was glad that she was here with me.