I was thankful there was limited light, or he’d see how flushed my face had become.
His face once against hardened. Even his nostrils flared. “Zhenshchinu, obladayushchuyu takoy krasotoy, nikogda nel’zya zastavlyat’ plakat’.”
While I didn’t understand what he’d said, I did what I could to remember the words so I could look them up later.
He glanced at the door again and I finally jerked out of my frozen state. I’d risked too much time already.
“I need to go. I’m sorry.” I clamored to my feet, grabbing my bag and yanking the empty plastic bottle from the dirt. “You should finish that. I can’t leave it here. They’ll know.” When he continued staring at me, I forced myself to look away. The man was far too beautiful for his own good, the aura surrounding him screaming of danger.
I was certifiable, but coming here had been the best moment of the last few months. How ridiculous for me to even think that. Yet it was the truth.
After polishing off the bottle, he rose to his feet, taking a single step toward me. I was frozen on the spot, lightheaded from my difficulty breathing. He inched closer, so close that I was holding my breath. With a slight smirk sliding across his face, he gently pressed the bottle inside the duffle, taking the time to zip the bag closed.
“I’ll… When I come next time, I’ll bring something for your cuts.” Was there going to be a next time or was I doing nothing more than playing with the devil?
There was no acknowledgement at first, but his eyes never left mine, the silence almost overwhelming. My nerves were about to get the best of me. Maybe it was completely inappropriate, but I just didn’t care. My thighs tightened and my core was suddenly a thousand degrees.
He was so tall I was forced to tilt my head just to be able to continue looking in his eyes. With my pulse skipping, I was certain or even hopeful he was about to kiss me. But he swiped his finger under my chin and took a purposeful step away.
“Thank you,moy malen’kiy tselitel’.”
My little healer. Mine, as in possessive. I was more thrilled than I should have been given I should convince myself never to see him again. But I knew that wouldn’t happen.
Another few seconds passed until he nodded toward the door.
“Golden Angel,vieni con la mamma.”
My baby came willingly, but not before offering one last whimper.
I turned off the flashlight before opening the door, hating that he was being returned to darkness, but there was no other choice.
Once outside, I held my breath once again as I locked him in. Maybe one night I’d leave the door unlocked, allowing him to escape.
But if I did, I’d never see him again.
How very selfish of me.
I moved through the darkness, more terrified than before. I hadn’t realized over an hour had passed since my discovery. If anyone had come to check on me, Mr. Beautiful Blue Eyes would be dead by morning.
Less than ten minutes later I made it back to the house without incident, creeping inside. There was no movement that I could see, no indication anyone had been in the kitchen. After resetting the alarm, I stroked Golden’s back and together we rushed up the back set of stairs to my room.
With no one waiting for me inside, I closed and locked the door, finally able to take a deep breath. I’d dispose of the trash in themorning. Right now, I wanted nothing more than swoon over what had just occurred.
I tossed the duffle into my closet behind a stack of boxes, grabbing my laptop and crawling onto my bed. I glanced toward the door every few seconds as I pulled up Google, hoping my butchered spelling would help find what he’d said to me.
It took a little while, but I knew the moment I’d found the correct words.
A woman so beautiful should never be forced to cry.
Exhaling, I sat back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. My heart was hammering against my chest, the adventure one I’d never forget.
As I closed my eyes, his face popped into my mind. Maybe tomorrow he’d feel comfortable enough to tell me his name.
CHAPTER 5
Kazimir
Prison.
