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“Your study,” I answered.
It was the room with the least access to others. If I was intending to leave them in a case, they had to be safe.
“I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
I didn’t look up when he took a step back, or glance as he stepped out of the room. I waited a few more minutes in silence before I too left the space.
Numbed.
It was for the best. Because if I allowed myself to feel how I’d been robbed of my life and future, it would anger me, but if I allowed the feeling of giving up my blades, I would be beaten. I would be left broken.
Numbness was my conscious best friend, therefore mine.
X
LUCCA
Tired of peopletesting me today, I flung my office door open. I took a deep breath and stopped at the sight of a wood and glass casing. It was designed to hold different-sized blades and made to blend with the same tint of the aged bookcases. An addition to my personalized space I wasn’t expecting. Until today.
The long and narrow table sat on the corner right behind my desk. As if it had always belonged there.
It reminded me of the first person who tested me today. And the only one who remained alive.
Knowing she was near, my mind snapped glimpses of her green eyes and thick bourbon hair. The way her thin structure and delicate neck could easily snap if my hand had the chance to be wrapped around it again. Or the way her jugular popped when her pulse raced, taunting for a knife to slit and free its life source.
A chuckle fell from my lips from my dark thoughts. The ones that have kept me alive.
My demon was still awake and unsafe to be around after taking a life just a few short hours ago. Yet, I fished my phone out of my pocket and called her.
“Hello?” Katia’s sleep-laced voice asked. Confused from the unknown number she had answered to.
A quick look at the clock, I realized I had awakened her. It was past eleven.
“It’s here. Bring your phone and laptop down too.”
I ended the call and walked over to the bar. After pouring and drinking the first glass in one sip, I refilled it once more. This one won’t be drained to ease my thoughts.
Taking the furthest seat from the new cabinet, I closed my eyes and waited.
The door creaked, and I saw her searching for me.
White was a nice color against her golden skin. A thin satin slip dress hung low on her back, showcasing a few faint and small scars scattered far in between. Alluring me to count each one, to feel the softness of her skin against my blood-filled hands. Lace decorated the edges of her chest and teased just below her ass. It left her long legs bare, drawing attention to their defined form and strength. I could see the hint of her nipples peeking as her hair swayed in thick curtains while she sought out for me.
Katia’s posture remained tall, but when her eyes didn’t find me, she hesitated.
Making my presence known, I said, “That’s what you chose to wear around the house at night?”
Her head snapped, and her eyes scanned all of me. When they landed by my collar, they turned careful.
Katia’s lips parted and quickly shut.
“I’ll make sure to wear a robe next time,” she replied softly, too quickly and too perfectly.
“Now, say what you stopped yourself from saying.”
Her eyes landed again on my collar, and mine narrowed.
“I thought your men were better trained.” That sounded more like the spiteful creature I’ve acquired.
