Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218

I sigh softly, letting these thoughts drift away. Maybe it’s better to

stop trying to understand. To just enjoy what I’m feeling now and let

time show how it all unfolds.

I finally fall asleep, feeling him hold me even tighter, as if he wanted

to ensure that even in my dreams, I couldn’t escape him.

[…]

I wake up with a bad feeling, a sharp chill that climbs up my spine

and settles in my chest. I lie still for a moment, trying to figure out

where this sudden anguish is coming from. I open my eyes slowly…

and I nearly have a heart attack.

Adrian is staring at me. He’s standing by the edge of the bed, his dark

eyes fixed on me like blades. That calmi face of his now looks like an

immobile mask, and something in the intensity of his gaze cuts me

deeper than any slap ever could.

“What the fuck, Adrian?” I manage to mutter, my voice sounding lost

and strangely thin. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it wants to

jump right out of my chest. “Trying to scare me to death, dammit?”

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He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t move a single muscle except for his

eyes, which don’t blink. I watch the curve of his mouth, the way the

light hits his face, and the confirmation of danger washes over me:

this isn’t a joke. It’s that absolute calm before the storm, and I get the

impression that if I move the wrong way, everything will explode.

My breath catches. I place my hand on his cheek, looking for some

human warmth, but his skin is strangely cold under my fingers.

“What is it?”

He suddenly grabs my hand and kisses my palm with delicacy, never

breaking eye contact.

“I dreamed you vanished.” His voice is a mere thread, hoarse, as if it had been dragged up from somewhere deep inside. “I saw you close the door and walk away without even looking back. I woke up in a

panic… I haven’t been able to sleep since. I need to see you, to keep

you here. I need to be sure you won’t oscape.”

I let out a heavy sigh, trying to brush off the shiver running down my

spine.

“I’m not going to run away, Adrian.”

The answer should have been enough. Instead, he squeezes my hand

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so hard I feel his fingers forming grooves in my skin, his nail leaving

a red mark. His gaze, which had been almost pleading for comfort,

turns animalistic: ravenous, sickly.

“I don’t believe you.” The sentence comes out low, but it cuts like a

blade. “Your promise could be nothing but wind.”

I realize then just how shattered he is: his lip trembles, his breath

comes in short bursts, and the hand holding mine moves

involuntarily, shaking as if every muscle is fighting to stay steady.

I pull him toward me and lay him down on my chest.

“I’m not going to run,” I repeat, sliding my hand slowly through his

hair. “I’ve already accepted that there’s no escaping you. And even if I

tried, I know you’d hunt me down to hell. So… stay calm. I’m not

going anywhere.”

He hugs me so hard that, for a second,‘I can’t breathe.

“Promise?” he whispers, his voice broken. “I love you too much,

Magnus. Just imagining that you could abandon me makes me go

insane. It makes me want to…” He swallows, his teeth grinding.

“Break your legs. Just to guarantee you’ll never leave.”

A shiver runs from the nape of my neck to my feet. The worst part is

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the calmness with which he says it–so serene that it turns the threat

into a routine.

“That kind of thinking is exactly what makes someone want to run,” I

answer, half–serious, half–ironic. “But I won’t. I still have some love

for my own life.”

A low laugh escapes him, muffled against my chest. He stays there,

motionless, squeezing me as if I were oxygen, and for a moment, this

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