Page 22 of Saviour
“Umm, nope.”
“Your slap was weak. There was no power behind it, not enough emotion. You hurt yourself more than you hurt me and if that is all you have to give when you’re in real danger, then you’re not getting anywhere.”
I raise a brow at him.
“Let me teach you. Let me teach you some self-defence. A little bit of boxing. Just something to help train you a little in case you ever need it. It’ll give us both something to do.”
I replay his words in my head and it doesn’t sound like a half bad idea. It will also keep him distracted.
My brain squeals quietly, but I say, “But I'm lazy. I hate exercise.”
That gets me a smile and for the first time since arriving here, I feel calmer.
“It only needs to be an hour. And I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
Dax’s smile grows more seductive and he steps closer, leaning in to speak into my ear.
“Well, firstly, we’ll be all hot and sweaty. And I might just let you slap me again.”
Dax leans back and winks, then heads towards the door, but I stare at the wall in shock. My stomach flips and I clench my thighs together, confused at the emotions swirling around.
“Come on, let’s go to the gym.”
Of course this place has a gym.
I walk towards his open palm and slip mine in his and follow him.
Again.
Ipull her behind me as I walk her through the ridiculous mansion I’ve been accustomed to calling home. I’d never put it past my uncle Carlo to treat someone the way he treated Rori, but to see her bagged and gagged set off a whole new rage I never knew I was capable of.
The disappearance of King and my friend has really tested my emotions and patience, but nothing will ever compare to the turmoil that flowed through my veins watching Rori get dragged through the entrance of this stupid fucking house.
I don’t know what it is about her. I hardly even know her.
Am I just trying to replace the absence of my best friends so bad that I think I’ve found an instant connection with her? Does she even feel it too?
Love at first sight isn’t a notion I believe in. Love at all isn’t something I’m even sure exists. My parents before they died were the only example I had, but even then, growing up around who I am now, how can I be sure it was real?
Carlo’s wife, my auntie Emily, died when me and King were just four years old and Carlo has been a bitter, evil man for as long as I’ve known him.
Love doesn’t survive in a home like this.
Aworldlike this.
I love King and Puck. I loved Bonnie. They’re my family. Puck and Bonnie are a prime example of how love cannot exist in a world such as ours.
But I’ve never had my feelings compromised to think that love may extend further than that, until Aurora.
My little bird flew into my life, unannounced, at the exact right time I needed her. Now if I don’t believe in love, then I can’t believe in fate. But my God, something happened here for our paths to cross like this.
Rori is a breath of fresh air, and though I feel guilty as fuck for letting her end up in this situation, am I fuck sorry for it.
I can still feel the tingle on my cheek from the spot her palm collided with and it’s taking everything in me to calm my dick down.
I squeeze Rori’s hand in mine as I open the back door to the mansion and walk her through the garden. It’s a chilly day today, not quite jumper weather yet, but you just know the dark nights are going to be rolling in quickly.
