The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 39

Thalia’s Pov

I could see his obnoxious grin; yes, he was obnoxious and demanding. And yes, he was ill, but I had the impression that he was doing everything to attract my attention.

I was willing to let him get away with it not because he was unwell, but because he was cute and pleasant to me. One thing I noticed about him was that he was quite cruel to everyone except me.

I began to feed him discreetly, small bites at a time, while he grinned. He wasn’t throwing up, which was a plus. That was the most important thing, but the fact that he was naked was an annoyance.

Yes, he was lowering his body temperature, but everything was awkward, and I was very uncomfortable. To aggravate me, he continued moving closer to me whenever I turned away.

Before I knew it, he was rubbing his chest on the sides of my thighs. “Brandon, move a bit please, you are way too close to me,” I cried out.

“Thalia,” he responded with his hands on my thighs, “My neck hurts from bending in.” As I stared at him, his grey eyes staring back into mine, I froze, my heart racing and a tingle of electricity running through my entire body.

He had a way of peering into my soul when he looked at me. Previously, he always shifted his gaze away from me, never allowing me to process what his eyes were saying.

He didn’t look away this time, though It seemed as if he wanted me to stare into his eyes and see something, but I instantly averted my gaze, not wanting to learn what was hidden behind the cold, gorgeous grey eyes.

I turned around to see him smiling, but before I could say anything, he moved, opened my legs, and stood between them.

“This is better,” he replied as he opened his mouth to accept my food. I sat there trying to think of a way to get away from him because it was inappropriate. Not even Josh had never been so close to me.

He murmured in my ears, “Thalia, calm down I’m the one who should be afraid of you since I’m nude,” he said.

I looked at him, angry, I screamed at him, “Are you stup*d?”

“No, but I’m hungry; feed me or I’ll collapse and die,” he replied but I only stared at him. With begging eyes, he said.

“Plz, Brainless, plz, plz, plz, plz, plz, plz,” with a lovely pout on his lips, he said, “My suicide friend.” I was perplexed and terrified, unsure of what to do.

His body did not seem as pale as it always. It appeared normal, like attractive normal. I had no idea if I was losing my mind seeing his body took me off. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was in the water.

“Thalia take a deep breath,” he whispered softly into my ears sending all sorts of lovely echoes in all the right places.

I knew I was overreacting, but it was the way my body was reacting to his. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, then opened them to find him staring back at me. It was almost as if he was punishing me.

Nestor’s voice came from behind us, and I exhaled a sigh of relief. When I was preparing the food, I had texted him, informing him to be on standby or close by in case of an emergency.

I could see the water moving and when I turned around, I saw Brandon enraged, his cheerful mood gone in a flash, and he began coughing violently, spewing blood into the water.

I began panicking, “Are you all right, Brandon?” I inquired but he was quiet and went on coughing roughly.

Nestor moved forward and suggested we move Brandon out of the water but received a hip water splashed over him. He got up and cursed, moving away.

I looked back at Brandon, still panicking, I needed to think fast. I didn’t give a d*mn if he was naked or not so out of the blue I plunged into the water and held him without thinking.

I didn’t comprehend him at first, but as time went on, I became more aware of his condition. When he was in good health, he was always healthy, one couldn’t even tell that he had a dreaded disease.

But when he was in a terrible mood, he would cough and spit blood all over the place and was always pale. His illness was somehow linked to his mood in some way.

But I wanted confirmation, I could sense everything about him, and by everything, I meant everything personal item on his body. I ignored it since I was interested in putting my theory to the test.

When he was in a mini coma, he claimed that if I was the one bathing him he would have woken up the same day. I was very much aware that Nester was watching us, but if he had a brain, he was supposed to walk away.

I felt Brandon press his mouth against my ear. “Thalia, don’t start something you can’t finish?” he urged as he moved closer.

His sentence had a lot of meaning, but I didn’t want to explore all the possible meanings. “Shut up Brandon,” I said, listening to his heartbeat return to normal.

Earlier his heartbeat was beating fast but my hug somehow began calming him down, his coughing seized, and his breathing normalized.

It all became quiet in a flash, and he put his head on my shoulder, confirming that his mood was linked to his illness. I was certain the doctors and scientists had overlooked that detail. But the big question was one I didn’t want to answer or even ask.

Was I the only one that gave him the effect, and if saw then why? That was the question I did not want to be answered.