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I knew that wasn’t true. None of my brothers had ever been treated like this. They’d been born strong, born leaders. It was only me who was a weak link, who was the abomination of the family.
“Please, please don’t do this to me anymore.” My pleas were desperate, but he didn’t care.
Soon enough, the needle was in my neck, and I felt myself losing consciousness almost instantly. The last thing I felt before my mind went blank was immense pain from hitting the tiles—and that I’d rather hang myself with my sheets than go through this again.
I woke up in a cold sweat. It’d been a while since I’d last felt this cold. My body quivered, and I struggled to catch my breath, but realization hit as I felt warmth fill me.
My eyes opened, and I found myself in Davorin’s embrace. He was holding my head close to his chest, his other hand on the small of my back. My cheeks flushed; thankfully, it was too dark for him to see the embarrassment on my face.
His breathing told me that he was awake, but he didn’t say anything, and I appreciated it.
Back when I had been living with Aleksei, and the nightmares were stronger, I’d awakened forcefully from the dreams. He’d found me tossing, turning, screaming, and even harming myself whilst asleep.
It had taken him hours to fully bring me back from the hell I’d been trapped in. Yet, it only took one hug from Davorin, and I was already feeling much better. No one else had ever made me feel as secure—every man in my life that should’ve protected me had failed.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He kissed the top of my head, his fingers massaging my scalp. My eyes closed again, but sleep was out of my reach.
“Not now,” I replied. “Maybe sometime.”
Davorin didn’t pressure me. He had a very strange personality. From the research I’d done on him, I knew that he was a diagnosed psychopath. Yet he didn’t act like one. After watching him during the time we’d spent together, I realized that it was only me who’d never seen the insane side of him.
He'd never let me see it.
It made me curious. What was he like when he lost his shit? How would he act if I’d been the one to make him go truly insane? On some level, I’d never believed he was capable of truly harming me; however, I was aware of how dangerous he could be, and it was the only thing stopping me from trying to bring that side out of him.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked. His voice was low, his eyes closed. He was tired, yet not once did he complain about it. It was as if he’d written off all his worries and, instead, taken on mine.
His hand caressed my back, and tingles spread through my body. It made me relax, as if time had stopped—nothing but us was relevant.
I glanced up at his angelic face. His thick, long eyelashes looked pretty, and a lock of hair had fallen over his forehead, the smallest curl in my sight. His plump lips were slightly parted, and the small tattoo looked even sexier up close.
“No,” I murmured, pressing my face deeper into his chest, embracing the warmth it provided. “Whenever this happens, I can’t sleep for nights after that.”
“Then let’s take your mind off things,” he replied, and after placing another kiss on the top of my head, he removed the covers from his body.
I was going to reject his advances, because I wasn’t in the mood for sex. But this man still managed to surprise me. Slowly, he walked over to his closet and took out a set of clothes for both of us.
“Arms up,” he commanded, and I complied.
Davorin put one of his hoodies on me, before gently pulling on a pair of his sweatpants. I glanced in the mirror hanging next to the closet—I looked ridiculous. He threw a matching set on his own body and tenderly took my hand. In his other hand was a blanket.
I didn’t ask questions as he led me down the stairs. I put on a pair of sneakers that he’d bought for me, as I barely owned any, then Davorin opened the door and we slipped outside to find dawn was approaching.
I’d never explored what was around his house, in his yard or behind the home—I’d never had time. His fingers were intertwined with mine, and I stared at his back. He looked like an angel in disguise—my fallen angel.
We were at the back of his house, and even the back yard was spacious. I blinked as I saw a flight of big stairs. They weren’t visible from the front, and as soon as we climbed them, I was in awe.
There was a small table with a couch on top of his roof. He paused and motioned with his head for me to take a seat before he covered my shivering body with the blanket. It was cold, and the scent of his hoodie and blanket immediately put me at ease.
Davorin took a seat next to me, and I leaned into his body, my head resting on his shoulder. We didn’t speak; we just existed in each other’s embrace. It made the darkness appear less frightening.
This dawn was a second of pleasure, and it refreshed my mind and soul. For a moment, it felt as if the darkness in me was afraid of the light that had forced its way through, the fences that I’d built over the years slowly being torn down.
Davorin was the first to break the peaceful silence. “He might be the beast that haunts you, but I’ll be the monster that ruins him. I will stop at nothing until he is six feet underground and he’s met the Devil himself, and even the Devil will continue what I started.”
A sad smile touched my lips. “I know.”
Davorin was the kind of person who didn’t need to be told what to do. Somehow, he knew exactly what to say and do to put me at ease, as if he knew my soul—all the ups and downs, all the falls and triumphs.
