Chapter 4
A distant piercing cry filled my ear, and I jolted awake. The sudden movement had me wincing from the pain in my midsection. I swallowed the scream coming up my throat and forced my eyes shut.
“I’d stay in bed for another three days if I were you.” I lifted my head towards the door. Under normal circumstances, I would have been hyper aware of my surroundings no matter where I am in just seconds. But because my energy depleted from the fight with the bloody guardian, I cannot even muster the strength to get up.
The man is leaning on the door frame, blowing a smoke from his cigarette while watching me with a glint of amusement. Despite the screaming muscles and probably a couple of broken bones telling me to stay down, I forced myself to get up. My eyes never leaving the stranger who is now watching me like I’m a helpless prey. “Fuck you.” I said as I barely stood with two feet. My hands braced in my stomach.
I only took a couple of steps before two strong hands scooped me in a bridal style. Before I could protest, the stranger placed me back on the bed. His face so close I could smell the mint mixed smoke from him. That’s odd. I can’t smell his essence. I can’t sense anything from him at all. My eyes looked down where his hands connected to be my bare skin on my shoulders. Nothing. Maybe my powers drained so much that I couldn’t use it at this state? But this has never happened during my extensive trainings with Igore before. I forced that thought down and focused on the now.
“I’d rather do that when you regain your strength, I don’t think you can handle me in that state.” His voice sent tingles through my spine, and it took me seconds to process what he just said. Anger rushed in my blood at his insinuation. I pushed him off me, hard. The bloody stranger just upgraded his status as an asshat. I heard him chuckle before getting up from the floor and turning towards the door.
“Where am I? Who are you, and why did you bring me here?” I can hear the desperation in my voice, but I could not care less at this point. I want answers and this man better give it to me before I lose my patience.
“That’s a bit complicated to answer right now. I’ll be back with your breakfast.” That’s all he said before closing the door, leaving me clueless and with a fucking headache.
I took a moment to look around the room and noticed the Victorian style of the interior with touch of modern furniture filling the corners of the room. I glanced down at my clothes and, for the nth time since I woke up, I am only noticing that I’m no longer wearing my protective vest. Instead, my clothes are replaced with a medieval silk nightgown. My cheeks flushed when I realized someone had fucking clothed me while I was unconscious. I groaned as I also realized I am not wearing a bra. Shit.
I did my best to tidy myself. After the pain subsided a bit, I got up and saw a pile of clothes. My clothes from the pack I carried before my car crashed. For the first time, I felt relieved. Snatching the clothes, I hurriedly found the bathroom. With careful movements, I managed to dress myself. Thankfully the bruises are healing, and my ribs are mending. It’s one of my many secrets that I intend to keep that is why I left the bandages in place.
As soon as I stepped outside the bathroom, I’m met with the same piercing green eyes. He really was so beautiful to look at. The earlier events of me not appreciating the specimen were coming back to me that I mentally shook my head.
“I see you made yourself comfortable. Here’s your breakfast.” He set the tray down on the bedside table. I eyed the bacon and eggs on the plate, but I refused to move anywhere near him. As handsome as he is, I am not about to have myself poisoned because of my hunger so I stood there and folded my arms. His eyes trailed down my body and I suddenly feel self-conscious. When he realized I wasn’t moving any time soon, he rolled his eyes. “For Spirit’s sake woman, I am not intending to poison you anytime soon so please eat before you pass out.” He was probably right, but I was also hungry, so I let myself believe that I was doing this for myself and walked towards the table.
I took my time munching up the plate, I practically licked every corner of it. When I finished, I lift my head and saw him looking at me with careful attention. “How long was I out?” My voice was hoarse from the lack of liquid on my throat. His brow quirked up and pointed at the water sitting on the table. “Two days.” The water tasted metallic in my mouth. He probably noticed my urgency. “Why? You have somewhere to be?” I set the plate on the table and got up.
“Well, as fun as this had been, I do have somewhere to be. Thank you for the meal, for err-bringing me here, and for saving my clothes.” I sprinted towards the door. But to my utter dismay, I collided with a wall. I shook my head as I tilted it up to glare at the man.
"Sit down, Sienna. I'll explain everything if you would please." His voice was calm but held a deadly tone. I mentally calculated my chances of getting out of this room ad finding answers once I do, but the chances were sitting at twenty percent. So, I took his offer and sat down at the edge of the bed while he stood in front. His arms folded in front of him, and I could not help but stare at the bulging muscles. I gulped at the thought and forced myself to meet his gaze.
"Okay, I'm sat. Speak." This time, I crossed my legs and gave my full attention.
He licked his lips before he spoke. "My name is Logan. Thought you should know since I already know yours." He reached down his pocket and held a folded paper to me. I glanced at the paper and saw a familiar seal. I took it from his hands.
I was right. The seal was from the High Souls. "Open it." Logan said as he grabbed a seat from the left side of the bed.
I briefly scanned the missive, reading every word. My breath hitched when I read my name. Setting the paper down, my heart beat staggered. It took a few minutes before I could lift my head again and look him in the eye. Our eyes connected with the same knowing look. His was indifference and certainty, while mine was dread and apprehension.
He got up from the chair and moved closer until he was towering over me. His breath fanned my lashes as he spoke with authority. "Yes, Sienna. I am one of the High Souls. I was sent to exterminate you. But you have something I want." His eyes lit up and became the color of the sky.
I refused to squirm at the revelation of his identity, so I forced myself to look him in the eye as I asked the only the thing that sealed my faith. "And what is that?" It was a mere whisper, because I already knew.
The corner of his lips lifted, his hands lifted my chin higher as he whispered in my ear, "Your blood, Sienna."
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