Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 122.

"What did you do to him?" I ask again, softer this time.

His gaze holds mine.

"I reminded him what’s at stake and what he’s job truly entails."

My stomach tightens.

"How."

He reaches out and brushes a damp strand of hair away from my cheek.

The gesture is almost gentle.

"Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to."

"That’s not an answer."

"It’s the only one you’re getting."

I search his face for something...remorse, maybe?.

Instead, I see certainty.

"He’ll still protect you," Zane adds. "Better than before."

"Because he’s scared?"

"Because he understands now."

I swallow.

"You scare people into loyalty?."

"I enforce structure."

"That’s not the same thing."

He studies me for a long second.

"You walked out of here knowing there were threats outside these gates," he says. "You put yourself in reach."

"I know."

"You put him in a position where he had to choose between disobeying you or disobeying me."

I don’t answer because he’s right.

"And he chose you," Zane finishes.

I hadn’t thought about it like that.

He exhales slowly.

"You don’t understand how this world works yet."

"Then explain it instead of punishing everyone."

A flicker of something passes over his face.

"Explanations don’t stop you does it?."

The room goes quiet again. I look down at the oversized shirt I’m wearing.

His shirt.

"I didn’t mean for any of this to happen," I say quietly.

"I know.

That surprises me so much that I look up at him . He reaches for my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine.

"You are not weak for caring about your sister," he says. "But you are reckless if you ignore the cost."

"I thought I could just go and come back."

"That’s not how this works, that’s why I told you to stay put."

I lie back down slowly.

He watches me for a second, then follows, settling beside me again with the bed dipping with his weight.

His arm slides around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.

"Sleep, little spitfire." he murmurs near my ear.

I stare into the darkness.

"You didn’t break him, did you?" I ask quietly.

There’s a long pause.

"No," he says finally. And I don’t know if I believe that but his hand tightens slightly at my waist and eventually, despite everything still buzzing in my head, my body gives in and sleep takes me slowly.

——

When I wake up the next day it feels like my body I’ve been dragged in and out of hell. For a second I don’t open my eyes I just lie there, aware of the faint smell of his cologne still lingering on the sheets.

Then I try to roll over to my side only to find that I can’t, there’s some sort of resistance at my wrists that my brain doesn’t register it at first, as sleep is still clouding my mind.

I try to turn to my side once again but my hands don’t follow. Thats when my heart kicks hard against my ribs.

I open my eyes and the ceiling comes into focus first.

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