Chapter 19
ALINA’S POV.
“WHAT?
“Are you out of your fucking mind!” I whisper–yelled. “I would die from that drop!”
“Oh relax and stop being dramatic.” I could imagine her rolling her eyes. “You
not really going to jump.” She added.
“But you just said
“I know what I said” She cut me off. “But what I mean on the other hand is entirely different.”
“Fine, what do you mean?”
“You’re going to pretend to jump–God, I can’t believe I’m telling you to do this.” Her tone held disbelief. “Threaten him. Say that if he doesn’t talk to you, then you’re going to jump. You know he always lets you have your way when you make threats like this.” She reminded me
She was right. In the past, when Lucian wouldn’t let me go see Adrian, I would threaten to go on a hunger strike, or to slit my wrist. I even once tried to drown myself.
How stupid I had been.
But this time, this time, it was for a good reason
“How do I go about it?” I asked Talia.
“Do I have to teach you everything?” She exclaimed frustrated. “Create a scene and draw a lot of attention–scream, cry–I don’t know, Ally, this isn’t your first rodeo.”
Sheesh “Okay, okay. I got this.”
“Yeah, yeah. But if all goes to shit, keep my name out of your mouth. I don’t need your fiancé coming for me.” She warned.
“Oh wow, What a great and supportive friend you are.” My tone was heavy with sarcasm.
“I try.” She responded, definitely grinning. “Now goodnight. Some of us have to go to bed.”
She hung up before I could get another word out
She seriously needs to stop doing that.
I guess I’m on my own then.
I took a deep breath and
Here goes nothing.
gol up.
“Lucian!” I yelled, hanging on the door harder than ever. “Lucian, open this door now!” I demanded.”
My voice was loud enough to get the attention I needed from the staff in the mansion.
I knew they were supposed to retire for bed–but I’m sorry. Unless Lucjan talks to me, nobody is sleeping tonight.
Was it selfish of me? Yes.
Did I care! Right now! No.
“Lucian, I swear to God, if you do not open this door in the next five seconds, I am going to hurt myself!” I threatened.
“One!” I yelled.
-Two
“Three.”
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“Four.”
“Five.”
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
That pissed me off.
1 stormed to my room–which was only a few doors from his–and pushed the door open, heading straight for the bathroom. I turned on the tap to the tub,
I made sure to leave the room door open, but I locked the bathroom door as soon as I entered.
I decided to go with the drowning method. Talia’s suggestion was good, but 1 didn’t want to risk falling to my death.
I’d be damned if I was given a second chance only to die by my own foolishness.
Drowning, on the other hand, was different. After Seraphina pushed me into the pool in the past, I not only secretly learned how to swim, but also practiced how to hold my breath underwater for a long time.
As soon as the tub was full, I took off my clothes–save for my underwear–and got into the tub, lowering myself until I was completely engulfed
Water rushed into my ears, and I panicked slightly as flashes from when I almost drowned came to mind–but the silence that came with being under was enough to calm me
I silently prayed that Lucian would come in the next five minutes, because that was how long I could hold my breath.
I don’t know how long I’d been under, but I was slowly running out of breath. I instinctively inhaled, and water rushed into my nose and mouth. I was pulled out of the tub before 1 could even process the burn that came with it.
I began to violently cough up water, struggling to breathe through my mouth.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” Lucian yelled, pulling my wet body out of the tub and onto his chest.
I was too busy trying to get air into my lungs to notice how angry he looked.
His hand went to my back, gently rubbing it.
“Get me a towel!” He yelled at someone, and soon a towel was wrapped around my shoulders.
He picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom. Only then did I notice that the bathroom door had been kicked down.
“You broke my door” I croaked out, but his glare was enough to shut me up.
“Maya, get me a plate of soup.” Lucian ordered, his voice sharp and composed but I could hear a slight hint of fear in it.
My little stunt had terrified him. I felt horrible.
Maya, who had been staring at us with a look of shock on her face, blinked several times, quickly snapping herself back to the present.
In fact, everyone around us wore a similar expression–wide eyes, open mouth, silent disbelief,
“Yes, Master Blackwood” Maya recovered quickly and disappeared down the hall to do as she was told.
“The rest of you can retire to bed.” He spoke again, stillly. His voice left no room for disagreement.
Not that anyone would dare to disagree.
And with that, everyone dispersed in different directions throughout the mansion, their footsteps fading one by one.
Lupian walked into his room, still carrying me in his arms, and gently placed me on the bed as if I were a porcelain doll, something breakable. Without a word, he turned and walked into his closet. He returned a few seconds later wearing new clothes- seeing as the ones he had on earlier got drenched–and holding out a black T–shirt and boxer briefs in one hand.
“Change into this.” He said simply, laying the clothes beside me.
“Lucian, I—”
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“Don’t talk.” He cut me off, his voice cold. “Just do as you’re told for once, please.”
Then he turned around, giving me privacy to change.
1 peeled off my wet underwear and slipped into the warm, dry clothes he had provided. The fabric was soft, and it smelled like him— clean, masculine, familiar, comforting.
Quietly, I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around him from behind. His body tensed from the contact, but mine on the other hand relaxed almost immediately, as a wave of relief washed.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered, my words quivering with sincerity.
“Why?” He asked, voice low, unreadable.
