Page 39 of Soulmateless
It's every man for themselves out in this world anyways.
“Do you really think I'd be here right now if I didn't care?” I take a quick glance into his gentle eyes. “You don't have to tell me what's bothering you but trust me. I do care.”
Staring at him, I find a burst of laughter within me and snort, even as a tear drips from my eyes. Kaius would be laughing his ass off if he could see this. The prince of Amara, trying to comfortme, the princess of dreamscreechers.
What even is this life?
“What's so funny?” He turns his head sideways. I laugh despite guilt and grief pushing tears from my sockets.
“I'm…so conflicted…” I shake my head as if it would get rid of feelings. At least one out of many.
“You wanna talk about it?”
I wipe my tears away, warmth flooding my cheeks. This is embarrassing. I should be stronger than this. Stitches and memories should be nothing to me. “It's stupid that I can't just…do the damn stitches, right?”
“No, it's not.” His voice drips with sugar and honey. It's so strange how it helps to slow my trembling.
“Why do you want to comfort me? Why do you want to pity me?” He's probably doing this to find my weaknesses… or something! The grandson of Amara can't be this nice.
He furrows his brows. “I'm not trying to pity you. I'm just trying to help.”
“Liar.” I scrunch my nose at him, before sighing, picking up the needle again and putting it against my wound. I grind my teeth. Just do the damn stitch!
Kaius. The man. The snap.
Tears cloud my vision again and I grip the needle tighter like it would relieve me.
I don't want to remember this.
My thoughts start to wander before my heart falls back into my chest, and my breath steadies. “You know what? I'll sleep on it.” I drop the needle and let my back fall onto the plush comforter. So much dread is lifted just off those words alone.
“Sleep on it?” Amias stands up.
“I can't bring myself to do it today. One more night shouldn't hurt.” Maybe tomorrow the memory won't be so painful.
Veins pop from Amias' arms. “You can't sleep on it! What if it gets infected tonight?”
“It won't. It's cleaner here than it was out there. Besides,” I sit up and glare at him. “I don't need to explain myself to you.”
His lips twist into a scowl. “You don't need to explain why, but this needs to be done as soon as possible.”
“I've been able to wait before. I'm strong enough to handle myself.”
He huffs before falling silent and reaching in his pocket. Out comes a floating silver charm, which Amias' presses so that his phone turns visible. I narrow my eyes on him. “What are you doing?”
“Getting my personal doctor on the phone.” He presses it a few times before putting the phone up to his ear. “I'm not leaving you with wounds like those.”
My heart jolts. I can't let him do that!
I reach up and snatch it away from him. He gasps as I press on the screen randomly as it vibrates. Which image stops it from calling?
“Hey!” Amias shouts.
I press on a red button and the phone stills. Lucky guess. “No! I don't need your personal doctor!” I put my arm out behind me to keep the phone out of reach. “I told you I'll handle it!”
“But you're not handling it! That's the problem!” The lake in his irises freezes over. “I refuse to leave you like this. I'm not leaving until this gets taken care of.”
“I don't need your pity!” Thefakepity!
