Page 137 of Ravage God
I swallowed.
I remember being dragged out of Valentino’s room after that, screaming for help.
Tears streamed down my face. It was no use.
The man pulled his arm back and punched me in the face.
I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek. It felt sore, and I could still taste the tanginess of blood.
I couldn’t just lie here.
I had to leave.
I opened my eyes and slowly dragged myself out of bed, freezing when I saw an unfamiliar girl sitting on the recliner in the corner. She was watching me cautiously.
She was…
Small and nonthreatening.
At least, she would have been had I not been injured.
I blinked at her.
She blinked back.
“You shouldn’t move around so much. You’re still hurt,” she said normally, as if I wasn’t being held here against my will.
I glared at her. “Who are you?”
She looked off to the side, her jaw clenched, as if asking who she was had offended her in some way. As if her own identity offended her in some way. I would have felt bad for my tone had I been in any other situation than the one I was currently in.
When she looked back at me, I couldn’t help but make note of her brown eyes. Sad, defiant eyes, like she was in a hopeless situation but would be damned if I felt sorry for her. Was she being held here against her will as well?
I didn't know what to make of her.
“Don’t worry. They’re going to want you to heal up a little before the wedding,” she said, and my heart ran cold.
“What wedding?” I managed to croak out.
She stood up from the chair. I flinched back, and she looked at me curiously. “I’m going to get you something to eat,” she said.
I shook my head. She wasn’t answering any of my questions, and I had a feeling she was doing that on purpose.
She was already by the door when I stopped her by saying, “I still don’t know your name.”
She smiled a little. It was one of those smiles that hid more than it revealed. “I’m Nova.”
And with that, she walked out of the room, leaving me alone with nothing more than my thoughts.
I didn’t like this.
I didn’t like the sudden silence.
It would be so easy to just give in to the panic attack I could feel bubbling up to the surface, and that was the last thing I wanted to happen in this strange house.
I got up and looked around.
At first glance, it appeared to be a normal, typical room.
