Page 11 of Wanted
My temperature was better than yesterday, and I didn’t sweat as much anymore. I had a slight headache, and my heart still raced. I felt better after a couple of hours of sleep.
Since I was left alone in a penthouse that I wasn’t finished exploring, I put down my warm cup of coffee, and I started checking into all the rooms. There was nothing suspicious. As I observed on my first hour here, it was a bachelor’s pad. The furniture was pitiful, to say the least.
At the end of the hallway, I found a storage room. The door was stuck, so I had to use additional force to enter. Once inside, I smelled it. My nostrils fired up, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
Fylox had treasures for me, hidden in the depths of his penthouse. This wasn’t a regular stash. This looked like a chemist’s lab. I picked up one utensil after the other, inspecting it. There were a syringe and a bottle of disinfectant solution. I wasn’t the type to inject myself. I had a phase once, but I grew out of it. For me, it was either the nose or my mouth.
I counted the medication in his storage. There was no heavy shit of my preference, but I recognized some anti-depressants that I’d heard raving reviews for.
Would he notice if I took one just to ease my restlessness?
KAMILA
I read each label. Fylox was like me, keeping everything in order. The syringe was staring back at me. I had my blood extracted once a week in Katantia. The pain was barely there, just a little sting. It wouldn’t hurt to inject something into my veins.
I could lose consciousness, overdose once again. But at least, I would’ve danced in euphoria for a little while.
My heart raced. Weston wasn’t here to save me. He was back home, worrying about me. Did he think I was dead? Did he hate me now? I swallowed.
My body tensed. I leaned against the table with all the magical poisons on it, but it couldn’t hold me up. Everything inside of me stopped, making me fall to the floor. I hit my head against the corner of the table, but that wasn’t the root of my pain.
Every limb in my body spun. I shut my eyes, and I felt like I was falling into nothingness. Curling into a ball on the floor, I placed my hands on my ears to stop me from hearing my own screams. My throat ached. My legs started shaking.
And then I lost consciousness.
♥♠♥
I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw above me was a young woman with beautiful braids. I wondered how she did it and how much care they took to make them look so slick and perfect. Her full lips were pouting at me, peach lip gloss applied to them.
She gestured at somebody. “She’s awake!”
Then she addressed me. “How are you feeling? Can you hear me? My name is Maia Callie. I… I came to check up on you.”
I coughed. I needed water. My mind was still spinning, but I didn’t feel the pain anymore. I simply realized what a mess I was once again. “I’ve felt better.”
“Here.” She handed me a glass of water. It was a cylindrical cocktail glass like yesterday. I lifted my upper body to drink the water. It took me some time to stop feeling dizzy. Fylox and Maia Callie had me lie down on the sofa. “Who are you?”
Stunned, I hesitated with my answer. She smirked like she knew more than she let on. “I’m Kamila Ruby Wraith. Who are you?”
Fylox talked over me. “She’s Jordan’s guest.”
“Jordan’s more of a Viola Davis and Angela Bassett type of guy,” Maia Callie commented, tilting her head to the side while taking me in. I could detect liars when I saw them. I was one. This girl knew who I was, for sure. “You don’t look like somebody Jordan would entertain.”
“And what do I look like?” I asked. I hid my irritation with a fake smile.
“Like a whore who just jumped out of a Russian oligarch’s private jet,” the young woman responded.
I emitted a shy laugh. She had come close enough with her presumption. If Fylox was fucking her, good for him. She looked like a good lay with her confident poise.
Fylox muttered something underneath his breath. The hiss returned. “Language. And don’t speak of who Jordan spends his time with. That’s… Disgusting.”
Her face flattened at Fylox’s comment. She retreated back into her shell. “Sorry, bro. I shouldn’t have.”
Bro? I scanned them both for signs that they were related. I couldn’t find any. His pale skin and her browner shade confused me, but I’d heard there could be a difference in mixed families. ‘Mixed’ was what Americans called it. On Katantia, we didn’t share such views. Everyone had different cultural identities at home. We mostly focused on the sexual side of things…
“Can you deal with her while I’m in the kitchen?” Fylox asked.
Maia Callie nodded. “Of course. Do your thing.”
