Auctioned Mates Revenge novel Chapter 14

#Chapter 14 She’s alive 

My eyes felt heavy with liquid I didn‘t know if it was blood or learn I couldn‘t breathe. My handa shook uncontrollably, I could barely see him through the tears pooling in my eyes 

I was so cold, but I needed him to go away. He couldn‘t see me like this. II would ruin everything I had to calm down, but counting wasn‘t working I couldn‘t see. I couldn‘t breathe. 

Mati stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him as he stared at me, 

“What are you doing on the floor? 

“I said get out!” 

“Are you always like this?” 

My eye twitched. What the fuck did that mean? 

“Get out.” 

Matt ignored my request and crouched beside me. Tears slipped down my face, clearing my vision. I didn‘t know what to make of his expression. He seemed almost concerned. I didn‘t need his concern

“Why were you counting?” 

I didn‘t need his curiosity either. 

Because I‘m a fucking unstable wreck. But I couldn‘t say that. He could figure that out just by looking at me. 

I closed my eyes.

“Please get out.” 

I felt the warmth of his hand hover over my face, but it withdrew quickly. 

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

I glared at him. Despite all of his gentle actions, he was still a high–handed Wallber, using his position to get what he wanted. I decided it was better to just give him what he wanted so he would go away.

“I’m counting.” 

“Why?” 

I clenched my jaw, “Because it calms me.”

Matt said nothing for a long while, but I heard him breathing. We stared at each other for a while before he reached out as if to touch me. I wasn’t sure if I would bite him or let him touch me. Embarrassment and anger were boiling in me. His scent was mingled with cologne that smelled good but muted the calming effect his scent had been having on him.

His hand stopped just a few inches away from my head as if to ask for permission. What the hell was he doing? I narrowed my eyes at him and he retracted his hand slowly. I didn‘t know what he was thinking. I couldn’t tell from his expression though his eyes seemed pained or longing. 

I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone. Didn’t he understand that?

“Will you get out now?” 

“What‘s making you not calm?” 

The truth beat at my teeth. The anger that had been building up in me over the past three years was getting stronger. I wanted to scream at him, but I held it in. It wouldn‘t help me in the long run. The best thing I could do was give him something small but honest and not so painful that it would make me panic again. 

I could still hear Dan‘s voice at the back of my mind. The guards were chuckling, palming their cocks through their pants as they dragged us away from Dan’s rooms, wondering when they would have a turn with us.

I shuddered, trying to get the memories to go away when I realized that I recognized his cologne.

It was the same cologne Dad used to wear when he would take Mom out for dates. Was that why his scent was calming me?

“...Do you believe in ghosts?” I asked, softly. 

He flinched but said nothing, simply staring at me as I tried to take bigger and deeper breaths. The scent was pushing the memories and the cold away. I could almost pretend that Dad was there with me. Matt looked down at me as if he were trying to read my mind. Our gazes met and I glared at him. 

“Well?” 

“I do,” he said after a moment. “Why?”

I closed my eyes again as I spoke more to myself than to him 

“When I was little I was scared of ghosts. I would sneak into my parents‘ room whenever I thought I saw one… Mom would tell me that ghosts are just the dead visiting those who they miss...” 

Matt said nothing, and I didn‘t wait for him to speak. 

“Why do you say that?” Matt asked, his voice was soft and gentle. “Because I’ve never seen the ghosts of my parents.” I let out a soft, shuddering breath. I heard them laughing then smelled blood as i fI was watching their bodies swing in the courtyard again. “They would miss me enough to come if it were true.”

I wasn’t wrong. If it was true, they would come to see me. They would come to see Angelia. Everyone who’d died during the massacre would have come to visit the young women who had been taken and at least given us a bit of comfort while we were trying to survive that hell.

He grimaced and I narrowed my eyes at him, “Will you get out now? Is that enough of an answer for you?” 

“I want… to be alone,” I swallowed. “Go back to your party. It‘s rude to be away from your guests.”