Mia’s pov
That night, my room didn’t get locked.
And, I took that as a good sign.
It was my second night in Lorenzo’s main house, and of course, I was still nervous as hell.
Heck, I’m always extremely nervous around Lorenzo.
I had expected the door to get locked, but now that it didn’t get locked, I’d take that as a good sign.
It hadn’t gotten locked last night, but I just assumed that it was because he had forgotten.
Or perhaps, he wasn’t going to be treating me like a prisoner here, since apparently, I’m going to be his plus one from now henceforth.
I wouldn’t keep my hopes up though. Knowing how fast Lorenzo’s moods change, it would be pretty dumb of me to hope for something good from him.
And also because he clearly still hates me because of something which my father had done to him, something which I had no idea of, and technically, I should have no business in.
But, Lorenzo didn’t see it like that.
I turned around in my bed and tried to get a better position to fall asleep in, but I knew the reason why I was still awake, was because of my fear.
After I had literally ran in between Lorenzo and the men who had been laying down in fear, and after he had dismissed them all and taken care of them, he didn’t forget to take care of me.
It was later that evening, whereby he took his time to carefully warn me to never try that shit with him if I wanted to keep my head on my shoulders.
Thinking about it alone was making me shudder in fear, and now, thinking about it, I began to realize that it was pretty stupid for me to have ran straight between him and a bunch of random people.
I slowly exhaled and turned around on the bed once again. The bed was extremely soft, and so much wider than the previous one I had been using back in the house I had been kept in right after I had been kidnapped.
As I turned back around for the hundredth time tonight, I briefly wondered what my twin is currently doing right now.
I used to believe the thing called twin sense so much while I had been growing up. Everyone around us had also believed that it worked while I was growing up.
It’s been weeks since I last saw Maeve. It’s been weeks since I last hugged her. It’s been weeks since I last held her in my arms, hugging her tightly and reassuring her that it was all going to be okay.
Thinking about it made me scowl into the darkness as I felt the vast space in my chest start to ache. A gap which the hurt Maeve had inflicted in me has left behind.
And; the stupid thing called ‘twin sense’ is nothing but fake, a freaking myth, because it clearly doesn’t work.
I haven’t felt my twin since the last time I saw her. The hurt she had inflicted on me was so damn painful, I hated thinking about her because of it.
But it couldn’t be help, because she was my twin.
My other half.
But then she put me in this situation herself.
I turned around once again and decided to lay on my back this time. I dragged the blankets beneath my chin and closed my eyes firmly, trying to will sleep over me.
It seemed like it had began to work, because, almost immediately, my eyes began to feel really heavy.
Moments later, sleep enveloped me so deeply, I didn’t wake up until the next morning.
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When I blinked my eyes open, the first thing I noticed was something so unusual, it took me off guard.
I had to close and open my eyes a few times, while wondering if my nightmares has now decide to come say ‘hi’ to me right as I’d be leaving it in the lands of the slumber.
I realized it wasn’t from my nightmare and was instead a real person when he kept regarding me silently, with all of his facial details still in place.
I had woken up to Lorenzo sitting by my bedside and staring down at me.
For how long? I had no idea.
The first thought that came to mind, was if he had decided to finally end ny life and had planned to do it once I’m awake.
When a few minutes passed after I had woken up and he did nothing except stare down at me, I slowly discarded that thought.
Feeling uneasy but not knowing what to say, and neither would I dare to move– he finally thankfully broke the silence.
“Do you know you snore in your sleep?”
He asked, voice low and eyes brooding, while I gasped in disbelief.
“What? I don’t!” I responded immediately but he only rolled his eyes.
“Of course you’d deny it, but I came in here before you woke up, and you were snoring loudly.”
I shook my head even before he was done speaking, as I felt my cheeks heat up at the realization that he had been probably here way long before I finally woke up.
“I don’t, I swear.” I responded.
“Are you saying I don’t know what I saw? It was pretty annoying and I was tempted to kill you because of it, but I had a change of mind because I still need you to accompany me to some places.” He continued, speaking so casually about killing me, while my heart slowed down drastically in fear.
He didn’t seem to notice that because next, he was pushing off the bed and shoving his hands into his pockets, and that was when I noticed that he had a formal shirt on– like he had been somewhere important this morning, but the top few buttons were missing, while the sleeves were rolled over his biceps.
“Anyways, get out of the bed already.” He said and even though I was confused by all what was suddenly happening this morning, I scrambled out of the bed.
Once I was standing before him, I realized how skimpy the nightdress I had slept in was, and my cheeks burned in embarrassment but there was nothing I could do about it.
I folded my hands atop my chest and pointedly stared at the ground as I spoke.
“What do you want me to do?” I questioned, knowing I sounded snappy but uncaring because I felt extremely exposed right now.
The night dress I was currently in was silky and almost see through, along with it being absurdly short. It was like the nightwear was made to entice one’s partner and not to actually sleep in. I’d have worn something else if I could, but had to settle on this because it was the most decent amongst the racks and racks of nightwear in the closet.
He was silent for long seconds and when I finally glanced up, I realized that he was staring at me. My cheeks burned brighter and I hastily averted my gaze.
“Nope, don’t look away just yet,” He murmured, voice low and I slowly forced myself to look back up at him, and it was a challenge for me to stare up at him without crumbling by his feet from how intense his ocean blue eyes were.
“That’s right, look at me… and repeat that question.”