“Have you concocted the list yet?” Will wondered as he entered my room.
I sat on my bed, on my phone when I gazed up at him. “A list?”
His lashes lowered. “The list of people who want to hurt you.”
“Oh, that.” I sat up fully to catch a piece of paper off my nightstand. “Yes.”
He stepped over and sat on the bed beside me, gazing down at it. He smiled a little. “That’s a lot of names.”
“Yup,” I said then, going back on my phone to check my notifications. “Are you saying you can’t handle it?”
He pushed my phone down with a finger, making me gaze up at him.
His smile was lazy, predatory. “What did I say about underestimating me?”
“To not do it,” I responded.
“Indeed, it is a horrible mistake,” he responded, taking the paper from me. “Now, I will go investigate these dead men. If you need anything, just ring for me, mistress.”
“William,” I said before he could get off the bed.
He glanced back at me. “Yes?”
I stared at him for a moment before I spoke, “Stop calling me mistress.”
He blinked, seeming genuinely surprised. “Why?”
“I don’t like it.”
He just sat further on the bed. “Then would you prefer ‘master’?”
“No,” I responded, making him tip his head to the side curiously, “you are not my servant. Although, you act like you are.” I then gazed up. “Call me something else.”
He just watched me. “What would you prefer?”
I locked eyes with him then, and despite the embarrassment flooding my cheeks, I swallowed something hard. “Call me ‘Angel’.”
His lips parted.
I just got off the bed and walked over to the door, stepping out. “I’m hungry.”
I could feel his amusement bleed into the walls, and his eyes were on me. “Do you like it when I call you that?” he said then, making me stop. “Does it make you all fluttery?”
I was silent for a moment before I spoke, “I’m hungry.”
He exhaled a breathy chuckle. “I will prepare lunch, Angel.”
A shiver of warm burst through me, and I hid my smile. “Okay. I’ll be waiting at the dining table.”
I then walked down the stairs as he got up and followed me, feeling his eyes on me the entire time.
“I will investigate these men,” Will told me. “They will not hurt you again, I swear on it.”
“I know they won’t,” was my response.
He gazed up at me then, a smile splitting his face. “Good.”
As we walked down the stairs, I glanced back briefly to find him scanning the names on the paper.
“Angel,” he said then, making me blink when I looked up. He glanced down at me. “I must apologize for my next sentence, because you won’t want to hear it.” His lashes lowered. “I must obtain your protection and keep you safe from all these nuisances. So, I hate to say that the process of finding your sister’s killer is going to be slow.”
I just stared back forward, lashes lowering.
He was right… I was in danger, and he had to establish that I was safe before he started investigating.
Or else he wouldn’t get his full dinner.
“What would you like for lunch, Angel?” he said then, gazing up at me with a smile. “I can make you grilled cheese, soup, maybe something warm due to the cold weather today?”
“Grilled cheese sounds nice,” I said then, staring back forward as I dropped off the last stair.
“Very well, I shall start making it right away.”
Right before I entered the dining room, the doorbell rang again.
I blinked, staring at it before looking back at Will. “I thought… the delivery man already came.”
His eyes were fixed on the door, and I watched his iris glow a familiar red.
Oh, no.
He glanced over at me then, smiling.
I stared when he stepped over to me and stopped, pressing a finger to his lips.
I nodded.
Will briefly lifted me and carried me over to the hall closet on the right, setting me on the floor. “Stay here.”
I nodded again.
He closed the door, and I watched through the small slit between the blinds on the door.
Will stepped over to the front entrance and opened the door, stepping out and closing it behind him.
I then heard distant screaming and ripping noises, making me swallow something hard as the agony and pain from the intruder’s voice bled into the walls.
Almost ten seconds later, the front door opened again, and Will came in.
Both of his hands were drenched in blood as if he dipped them in red paint, and he kicked the door closed.
I watched as he lightly licked the blood off his fingertip and stepped over to the kitchen.
The sink then started running, and I heard his familiar humming as he washed his hands.
Almost a second later, he stepped back over to the closet door and opened it.
I didn’t realize I was leaning against the door, and I almost fell out.
He just caught me, chuckling as he helped me back onto my feet.
I gazed up at him as he dusted off my clothes. “What happened? Who was it?”
He just smiled, lashes lowering. “Looks like an underling of number nine.”
“The gang member of the west city?” I said then, surprised he memorized the list by now.
“Indeed,” he responded, standing up straighter.
I stared at him for a long moment, but my lips parted when I saw a drop of blood staining his cheek red.
I watched it for a moment before I stood on my tip toes, I leaned on him as he smiled, but I just gently wiped the blood away with a thumb.
His smile faded to a confused look when I stared at his cheek.
I just landed back on my feet and stared into his eyes for a moment.
He watched me back.
I then blinked, snapping out of my daze and looked away. “I’m hungry.”
I stepped over to the dining table then, something hot consuming me.
His eyes were on me… I could feel it.
I glanced back at him then, finding him smiling slyly with his lashes lowered.
Something deep inside twinged, but I tried to ignore it.
He just bowed slightly. “At once,” he gazed up then, eyes glowing a slight red, “my Angel.”
And he walked off, making me exhale a breath I was holding.
I just turned back to the dining table, clutching onto the chair as I breathed uneasily.
What’s happening to me?
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