If only he loved me too novel Chapter 14

Slowly I open my eyes but shut them quickly due to sharp rays of light. I groan as pain shot through the back of my head. 

"Good, you're awake," said a smug voice

I open my eyes again, blinking my eyesight adjusted to the view. I narrowed my eyes at the culprit sitting in front of me on a recliner, smugness never leaving his face, the face I have dreamed about smashing for more than eight months.

"Hello, beautiful," he said smirking showing off his perfect white teeth, Peter.

I try to move but notice that I'm tied to a wooden chair, I pull at my restraints but to no avail just got tighter as much I tried to fight it, I feel a slight cut on my wrists so, I stop pulling at them and turn to glare at my captor.

"Ooo... don't look at me like that, it does something to me and it's not such a good idea, I don't want to die young," he chuckled amused which made me glare at him harder 

"That's funny of you to talk about death, you killed my husband in cold blood," I spit at him but it still doesn't change the look on his face.

"Husband," he laughed clenching his stomach like it was the funniest thing he has ever heard. I wait for him to finish "You are so cute, Erika," he sobered up.

"Where are my friends?" I asked 

"Don't worry about them, they are where they should be," he said walking out of the room, he turned around before he closes the door "Try to stay calm when you see him," that he locked the door and his footsteps faded away

I move in my place trying to loosen the restraints but they dig deeper into my skin. I sigh tired off. I close my eyes to try to calm my racing heartbeat. I didn't want to think about it but my mind goes off to the events of last night. 

those familiar grey eyes, dark hair, sharp jawline, and that complete beautifully handsome face. the face of my husband. the same husband who died eight months ago.

I drift off after a while staring mindlessly watching the silent room and woke up when the room was completely dark except for the moonlight shining from the huge window, where there is a shadow of a man hovering over the window. he is looking out the window in deep thoughts his facial expressions portrait he was speculating what should be done with the nuisance, that is me.

"I've always found the Fullmoon beautiful, it intensifies the beauty of nature," the first thing he says is a random thing about the moon. 

I don't reply, even if I did reply I wouldn't know, how? Or what to say

After a deafening silence, I speak " You died," 

he hummed in response and turns around to face me, I hold in a gasp because he looks breathtaking. he intensely stares at me "and yet, here I am" he opens his arms wide like proving a point.