Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

“Do you agree with what he did to me!” Alise’s meekness didn’t deter Beatrice in the least. Yes, she felt bad that she was practically bullying the poor woman, but she willingly worked for that asshole.

“…no…” Alise finally whispered. Beatrice gave a single nod as she shaved the last bit of toast into her mouth.

“Glad you agree.” Shifting her focus, Beatrice looked away from the maid. The meekness was starting to bother her and she couldn’t let herself feel bad. for someone who was loyal to Hendricks.

Being assertive had always come easy to Beatrice. Someone who was unable to stand up straight and speak their mind had always bothered her to some degree, Alise was no exception. People like her were so easily taken advantage of and it was always aggravating to listen to them complain when it inevitably happened. Just say something. Speak up. Take action. Don’t let anyone walk all over you.

“Where did you guys stash the stuff you stole from my place?”

“P–pardon?”

Beatrice closed her eyes, taking a second to breathe. If every question she asked resulted in needing to break things down even more, it wouldn’t be long before she jumped through the window because the bedroom had a window even if the bathroom did not out of sheer frustration. Or was Alise playing dumb on purpose? “My stuff,” she repeated, speaking slowly, as though that would make a different. To further illustrate what she meant, in case words still hadn’t work, she tugged on the hem of the tank top she wore. “It’s obvious someone went to my apartment and grabbed my clothes permission. Where did you stash the rest of them?”

again, without my

Pointing to a door near the restroom, Alise said, “The closet?”

Not bothering with manners, Beatrice shoved the now empty place into the other woman’s hands before turning and marching to the closet.

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It was huge. The right side was full of clothes most likely Hendricks – while the left side was practically bare, other than the handful of clothes Beatrice

owned. Most of hers were thrift store finds, while all his looked expensive, further illustrating the difference between the two of them.

That wasn’t to say Beatrice’s clothes weren’t nice; she was an expert at finding good, used clothing – sometimes even designer brands

unexpected places.

in the most

Rich snob, was the thought that came to mind as her eyes skimmed over Hendricks‘ things before grabbing one of the long sleeved shirts from ker side and

pulling it on.

So far, Beatrice had refused to look at the mark on her shoulder, and showing it off to the world was definitely not something she was interested in doing. She was surprised it didn’t hurt. When she ran her fingers over the area it felt like any old scar. How had it healed so fast? Was that some kind of werewolf

magic?

“Are you sure you need that?” Alise inquired as she stood in the doorway, holding the plate as if her life depended on it.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh. Well…”

Beatrice let out a huff as she searched for her running shoes. She had three pairs – one for the gym, one for outdoors, and an old pair she used as a backup and it looked like all three were accounted for, along with the flats she used from time to time. As she pulled on the pair she used for ninning outside, she wondered if they’d let her go for an actual run if asked. Did she feel like finding out? Nah. That was something to worry about another day. “I spent a might in your pseudo–dungeon, freezing my ass off, remember?” She finally said, deciding to give the poor maid an explanation for the sweater, since

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wearing it seemed to be frowned upon for some reason. “I’m not going to wear a tank top when I’ll probably end up back down there.”

“Alpha Hendricks would never-

“He already did so don’t bother,” she interrupted with a wave of a hand. Beatrice didn’t like how Alise always jumped to defend her precious Alpha but there wasn’t anything she could do about it at the moment.

Right now, Beatrice was more interested in going through the rest of her things. They’d managed to grab all her clothes, even the winter ones she’d just put away now that spring was half over. She bristled at the thought of strangers going through her things. They really had some nerve thinking she’d be fine with any of this bullshit.

What a bunch of morons. Did Hendricks really think anyone would be fine with this kind of invasion of privacy?

“What about the rest of my things? I’m guessing they emptied my place out.” It would be interesting to see just how far they’d gone.

“Uhm. Some of it has been moved to storage, until you’ve settled in and can decide where you want things.

“Oh, that’s easy,” Beatrice laughed, a bright smile on her face as she turned to look at Alise. “I’d like it all put back in my apartment. The sooner, the better. Thanks.”

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