“It would allow us to see the effects of the serum as well,” I say. “Is the serum still in your system?”
Dimitri nods, “Yes, a small amount. Not enough to have an effect on my actions, I have been burning through it as quickly as I can to get rid of it. It’s probably not enough, but if it can prove to you that it wasn’t me, then I’d be foolish not to.”
Without any sort of warning, he lifts his wrist to his mouth and bites down.
“For fuck sake, man, let me get the vial first,” Doc curses as he quickly grabs one from his pocket, and Dimitri watches as he holds it under his wrist, and the vial fills.
Doc then pulls out several antibacterial wipes and makes sure that there is absolutely no sign of Dimitri’s blood anywhere but in the vial. While he’s doing that, I’m watching Dimitri, and it becomes clear that Doc has just passed some sort of test, although I have no fucking idea what that was.
“Thank you,” I tell Dimitri.
“Make no mistake, Love, it’s for you. I want you to know that I was not in control, I know that it won’t fix anything, and I caused you too much pain for you to ever forgive me, but I need you to know that it wasn’t me,” he says.
“We need to go,” Doc says. “We’ve been here for longer than we should have already, and the guards are going to start getting twitchy.”
I nod and get up.
This isn’t the last time that I’m going to see him. Of course, it isn’t. We’re going to come back, but I hate fucking leaving him in here even though I know that this is technically the best place for him. He’s safe here, Casimir can’t get to him, which means he is in control.
I still hate it.
As I get to the door, my hand wrapped around the handle, I pause and look back at Dimitri, who is watching me with so much longing I almost crumble.
It solidifies my decision though.
“I believe you, and I do forgive you, Dimi,” I say quietly as I quickly leave the room. Doc close behind me.
Dimitri
She what?
How?
How could she forgive me for everything that I’ve put her through? It’s not just the disgusting things that I’ve said to her, it’s the jobs that I was forced to send her on with people that I would have never usually let breathe the same fucking air as her.
Seeing her was like seeing the light after living in the darkest of abysses for a millennium. Taking a breath for the first time after losing all air, or only being able to take half breaths.
Her scent shocked me, and it took all of my control not to break the pathetic chains that they have me in and pull her into my lap. Fortunately,my brain kicked back online, and I didn’t. That would have meant that she would have left me sooner because the idiot guards would have come in here and tried to restrain me. That would have ended really badly because my hellhound and I don’t like it if something is between Neith and me.
I get murdery, as Neith calls it.
She forgives me?
She shouldn’t. I don’t deserve it under any circumstances.
I like Doc, he meant what he said, and it makes me feel better that Neith is very well protected. At least well enough to convince myself not to break out of here so I can make sure that she’s safe. To break out of here would mean going full hellhound, and I can’t do that.
If she needs me, I will do it, with absolutely no hesitation, but that always needs to be a last resort. I’ve shown more of that side of me in the few moments that she was in here than I have for the years that I’ve been controlled.
Honestly, that is a huge concern, the cameras in here are always rolling and always recording. There is absolutely no way that they wouldn’t have picked up at the very least the rumbling of the room.
The door clicks open, and the cuffs unlatch from the table but stay tightly wrapped around my wrists and ankles as I stand and head toward the door, a smirk playing on my lips.
The fuckers here are so fucking scared of me that they don’t even walk me from my cell to the interrogation room, or the exercise hall, which I always use alone. No, instead they use magic to open the doors all the way to my cell, closing them behind me as I move to the next section.
For the moment, I have no desire to deviate from the path that they’ve set out for me, or let them know that I could if I wanted to.
As I walk into my cell and lean back on my bed, the door slamming closed as a buzz of magic locks it tightly, my mind moves to the Choosing.
