Chapter 26 #4
“Now, Sienna! Don’t make me chase you,” he warns, and I swallow, knowing I have no choice.
Reluctantly, I follow him outside to see the staff of the blood bar waiting outside along the sidewalk.
Xandros waits by the open door of the car, his stony gaze glaring at the brickwork of the club he’s parked in front of.
As I near him, he does not meet my gaze.
Ducking my head, I slide across the seat, and he climbs in after me.
The car immediately takes off and I move to fix Carina’s skirt that once again has ridden up, before grabbing the throw blanket between the limousine seats and tossing it over her. Sitting back in my seat, I find Xandros watching me with an indecipherable look on his face.
I turn my attention to the window, watching the city lights pass me by. The silence in the limo is cold, deafening and no one speaks. I kinda wish for Carina to wake up, at least then the tension wouldn’t be so thick with Xandros attention on his wife instead of me.
As we reach the iron gates of the castle, I sit up straighter, eager to go back to my prison of a room.
Never have I wished for that cold ass room so much.
I’m exhausted and want nothing more than to be in my own company.
However, as the car pulls up, I find that won’t be allowed.
“Wait,” Xandros calls, as the driver opens the door.
My heart skips a beat in surprise. I thought we were already done with our silent journey back to the castle.
The driver opens my door, and I wait for Xandros’s command.
When he says nothing, I roll my eyes, and turn back to see him scoop up Carina, lifting her from the seat. “I need you to open the doors for me,” he tells me. Of course, that is what he wants me for; an errand girl.
Shaking my head, I climb out of the limo as he slides out with her in his arms. I lead him through the castle back to his quarters, opening doors like he asks.
Finally, opening the bedroom door, I leave him with his wife and make my way back to the other side of the castle, to my gilded prison.
The door is open, and I step inside, only to hear footsteps come up behind me.
With a heavy sigh, I wait for the maid or whoever followed me to lock me inside.
However, I’m surprised to see Xandros step into the room, closing the door behind him.
He moves to the fireplace to get it going, while I choose to ignore his presence by wandering into the bathroom.
If he is starting the fire means he wants one thing, and one thing only.
He can at least let me shower first. Stripping my clothes off, I turn the taps on, and I am about to step in when I feel his presence behind me.
The air is suddenly pungent with his scent.
“Can I at least shower first?” I ask him, gritting my teeth.
He runs his fingertips down my arm, sending shivers through my body despite my best efforts to remain still.
When he doesn’t answer right away, I glance over my shoulder to see him watching me intently.
His gaze is so intense it feels like a thousand needles pressing into my skin.
He slowly comes closer and wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on the top of my head and sighing.
“Can I join you?” he whispers in a soft, broken voice that makes me shiver even more than before.
Like I have any choice, ignoring his words I step in, and he removes his shirt, then his pants, letting them slip to the floor.
As I said, I don’t have a choice. He invades my space as I shower, bumping into me as he washes himself.
I shower quickly, choosing not to linger and get this over with, so I can hopefully sleep.
Stepping into the bedroom, I ponder whether to actually bother getting dressed.
I just got my new pajamas and these ones are actually warm, I don’t want him ripping them like he usually does.
Xandros steps out a few moments after me and wanders to the walk-in closet. He disappears for a few seconds while I dry myself, then crawl into bed, waiting for his calling to slip out and subdue me as he likes to do.
I am surprised when Xandros crawls in beside me, tugging back the covers and tugging my back against his chest. I tense, expecting him to do something.
Instead he just sighs and wraps his arm around me securely.
Confused, I glance over my shoulder to find him wearing shorts.
His usually pale skin now shows shades of pink on his cheeks as he has a peaceful expression on his face.
“You don’t like your new pajamas?” he asks softly.
I furrow my brows, yet before I can question his odd behavior, I hear his breathing even out, his breath warm against my neck.
Glancing over my shoulder again, I find him asleep with a look of contentment on his face. Did he just want some warmth tonight?
Unable to wrap my mind around it all, I make myself comfortable and drift off into a deep sleep, too.