I open my eyes suddenly, and my entire body screams in agony. Every
muscle, every bone, every part of me protests with pain–my head, my
chest, my face… shit, everything hurts.
My vision returns slowly, blurred, and I realize I’m lying in the cell. I
can’t even turn my neck; the slightest movement makes the world
spin. I close my eyes and try to take a deep breath, but the air cuts
like a blade, and the pain in my chest intensifies, drawing a lo
from me.
oan
I want water. I want anything to relieve this infernal pain.
Footsteps echo in the corridor, and instinct awakens fear.
Is it that damn Navarro? No… that worm wouldn’t have the guts to
step foot here, in Adrian’s cell.
With an effort, I turn my neck toward the entrance and see a familiar
silhouette entering. My heart races; it’s him. Adrian. A warm relief
washes over me, and for a moment, the pain loses its grip.
As soon as he notices I’m awake, his eyes widen and shimmer with
tears.
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He runs to me, kneeling beside the bed, his expression one of pure
despair.
“L–Love… my love…” His voice trembles. “I was so afraid… so afraid,
Magnus.” Tears stream down as he speaks. “The way I found you… the
state you were in… it was horrible.”
He carefully runs his hand along my wounded cheek.
“I thought… I thought I had lost you.”
His gaze shifts, the crying giving way to a cold, intense shadow.
“I almost lost you,” his voice comes out low and hoarse. “So, you’re
never leaving my side again. You’re never disappearing from my sight.
I don’t want to run the risk of losing you ever again.”
I try to roll my eyes, but my body is too exhausted. I open my mouth
with difficulty.
“W… water…” The word comes out between coughs.
Adrian stands up in a quick, almost feline motion, runs to the shelf,
grabs a small bottle, and is back in the blink of an eye. He opens the
cap and brings it to my lips, supporting my head with delicacy.
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“Easy, slow.” His soft voice guides the liquid into my mouth.
The cold water goes down my throat and makes me sigh. It’s a small
relief, but enough to make me feel alive again.
But, of course, he always finds a way to remind me it’s not over.
Now comes another problem: I have to pee. And how the hell am I
going to do that if I can barely move a finger? Shit.
I close my eyes, trying to convince myself I can hold it, but I can’t.
The discomfort grows fast. Heat rises to my cheeks. Am I really going
to have to ask for this?
“A–Adrian…” I call out, my voice failing.
He looks at me immediately, attentive.
“Yes, my love?”
I bite my lips by reflex and let out a low groan of pain; they are cut,
and they burn.
I look away, staring at his chest.
“I–I…” I sigh, feeling the embarrassment rise. “I–I need to pee.”
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The silence that follows is worse than the pain. The air seems to
weigh heavy between us. I slowly lift my gaze and find that crooked
smile, that insane expression he has when something amuses him.
I roll my eyes, irritated.
“Don’t tell me that…” A cough cuts me off; my chest hurts, but I
continue. “That… you’re enjoying seeing me like this?”
His smile grows–calm, almost tender.
“I don’t like seeing you hurt, my love.” His voice is soft, but his eyes
shine in a dangerous way. “But… I admit that having you depend on
me is the best wedding present I could ever receive.”
I stare at him, incredulous.
“W–Wedding?” I cough again. “Forget that… just help me; I really have
to go.”
“Of course, my love.” His tone shifts to something playful. “Would you
rather release it in my mouth?”
I open my eyes wide, indignant, which only makes him laugh.
“I’m joking.” His tone is light and amused.
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But, coming from him, you have to wonder.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
