Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

BEATRICE

Having said her piece, Beatrice stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it afterwards. The satisfaction she felt from slamming the door was short lived. It wasn’t enough to keep anyone out for long–but it was the best she could do at the moment.

The bathroom was quite large. Not only did it have one of those tubs with the clawed feet, it also had a shower stall, two sinks on the large counter, and a toilet. There was another door tucked in a corner which, upon investigating, turned out to be a supply closet for towels and toiletries.

A light knock at the door made Beatrice jump. Heart racing, she waited to see what would happen. Would he break it down? Was there anything she could use to defend herself? The toilet brush was the only thing that came to mind and she refused to be caught attempting to use it as a weapon.

“Can you open the door? Please?” Hendricks sounded… almost sad, but she wasn’t buying it.

“I can, but I won’t. Go away.”

He sighed loud enough she could hear it through the door. “There’s some food and clean clothes just outside the door.”

Yeah, like she was too stupid not to know a bribe when she heard it. Her stomach, on the other hand, was a traitorous asshole and growled angrily. All she’d eating that day was a ham and cheese sandwich; it was unhappy to hear she was turning down food. “Yeah, well, what if it’s drugged,” Beatrice muttered to herself as she stood by the tub, unsure what to do.

Fresh clothes and food would be amazing… but were they worth the risk? Maybe if she waited until he wasn’t in the room? How long would that take?

Mind made up, she moved over to the door and sat down in front of it. From there, she could listen to whatever was happening on the other side.

Hendricks‘ steps were light but he couldn’t stop other things from making noise; the bed when he sat on it, the drawers and doors when they were opened

and closed.

From what she could hear, it sounded like he was getting ready for bed, which meant she wouldn’t be opening the door at all. The only way she would

chance going for the food and clothes would be if he left the room.

Pulling up her knees, Beatrice rested her chin on them as she hugged her legs. She needed to figure things out

–

fast – or she’d be stuck there forever.

She went over what Riaghaire had told her about werewolves, adding what little Hendricks had explained about the bond to the small pile of information

she’d gathered.

The first thing she realized was how stupidly naive she’d been about the mate bond; Beatrice had thought that, since it made the wolf love her, she would have some sort of control over the situation. That he’d respect her saying no, in hopes of winning her over.

That hadn’t happened. She’d been bulldozed and treated like her opinion meant nothing, because Hendricks saw the two of them being together as

inevitable.

Riaghaire hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said that they took the mate bond seriously.

What about how the mate bond was suppose to let them share their power…? She didn’t feel any of this so called power, but Hendricks had said she should be able to feel him in her mind like he could feel her – but that had yet to happen.

Right?

3:18 pm

Chapter 13

MA

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