Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

BEATRICE

Beatrice was confined to the clinic for a full day before allowed to leave. Since her ability to heal was discharged she was able sit up and move around without too much discomfort.

for a hubsan

was faster than normal, by the Gme the

What was more surprising than how fast she recuperated, was that Tweedledick had turned into a constant presence. He stayed in the room, sitting in a corner to either glare at her or fiddle with his phone for hours on end. Honestly, the guy eeeded to get himself a life, because his lack of one was making her pity the fucker. And that was unacceptable.

Speaking of unacceptable, when she was returned to her room or prison, depending on your perspective Raven, the quieter of the three she wolves who’d helped her get ready for the ceremony that never happened, was there to greet them. A chair had been brought into the roofs, et up in a corner new the door, where she now sat. Quiet, unassuming, and forgettable.

Beatrice wasn’t pleased. “And why do I need a babysitter in my room? I literally didn’t do anything.” This time, she silently added

Tweedledick gave her a sharp look. “It’s for your safety, not because you did something.”

“Excuse me…?” That was new. Usually shit like this was implemented because she’d done something. This time it was… because something was done to be That was even less believable.

He let out a loud, exasperated sigh. “It’s in case he… you get another… so you aren’t curled up in the shower for who knows how long before we realize something’s wrong.”

Wow. He was really skirting the truth there. Beatrice almost commended him for it but decided it was best to not have his head explode because she’d complimented him. He was used to being insulted and she didn’t want to give him the wrong impression.

“How about I just promise to scream at the top of my lungs next time I’m in pain?”

Tweedledick was silent for a moment, staring at her with a frown. “I don’t trust you to actually keep your word on that.”

Rolling her eyes, Beatrice had to push down the desire to bite his head off. She always kept her word. Always. “That goes both ways, since you’ve proven

you’re not a man of your word.”

A look of anger crossed his face, followed by a grimace. Yep, she’d hit the nail on the head with that comment. Good. He deserved it. If you’re going to o someone a bribe, it was best to follow through with it or risk this exact thing.

he’d thought about extending. She just couldn’t ignore her dislike of the guy.

ying. Someone will be with you at all times moving forward.”

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1. Not happening. I’ll just live in the bathroom with the door shut. And if you remove the bathroom door, I will happily om like some feral dog.” Okay, that was a complete lie. If they did remove the bathroom door she wasn’t really sure what she There wasn’t even a shower curtain she could rework as a door. Maybe she could use the bedsheets?

gust plastered itself on Tweedledick’s face and she was a little surprised he believed she’d actually go that far. “Why do you always have to

ke what? Extremely annoyed?”

Chapter 137

“Yag tab things too far.”

Beatrice blinked in surprese, their laughed. Take things too far? Yeah, sure, she was a bit excesive when it came to getting her point across with these people wolves

but that was only ecause they refused to listen if she put in any less than a themand percent effort. Even then they cull acted like she hadn’t spoken at all. “Says someone who’s kidnapped me twice and keeps me locked up day in and day

“Live in your bathroom then,” he snapped before turning and leaving, slamming the door.

“What crawled up his ass?” Beatrice muttered, fully aware she was what had crawled up his ass and did not give a single fuck about it.

Aggravated that the decision to not call for help the previous day was backfiring, Beatrice let the marater drop. If was a fight she couldn’t win and she did feel like wasting energy. Instead, she retreated to the chair that faced the window.

The airplane she’d been in the middle of folding when the pain hit was where she’d dropped causing Beatrice to sigh before tossing it aside.

crumpled on the seat. There was no sering the thing.

which

To Raven’s credit, the she-wolf kept her mouth shut. All she did was sit in the corner, reading a book without ever making a noise other than the occasio turn of a page.

No-one came to take her for the hour long walk she’d been forced to endure, which was fine; she didn’t really feel up to moving around anyway. And she didn’t want to deal with another wolf. Even if Raven had the same presence as a ghost, she was still there and that was too much company for Beatrice’s liking.

It only got worse when Raven was replaced with another she-wolf, one Beatrice didn’t know. It took forever to fall asleep that night, knowing this strang was sitting in a corner, watching or whatever.

The next day, Beatrice woke just before noon, meaning she’d long missed breakfast She was surprised it wasn’t later, all things considered.

Lunch arrived for both herself and the babysitter. Soon after, a Tweedledick appeared. He knocked twice then entered without waiting for permission. Th earned him the carrot Beatrice threw at his face that he caught it before it struck, much to her disappointment. “Don’t play with your food,” he snapp

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