Page 93 of Wicked Dove
“You are no longer my guardian.” I say it slowly, making sure it really sinks in.
Her eyes widen as her jaw falls slack. “You’re lying.”
Standing, I roll out my shoulders and smile at her, feeling freer than I have in a very long time. “I wanted to break the news to you myself.”
“Who authorized this?” she pushes, moving to stand in my way as I head for the door.
“The Sanctum.”
“And who is replacing me?”
I smile wider, unable to stop myself from antagonizing her further. “That’s none of your concern.” Side-stepping her, I slip the small formal letter from my pocket and place it beside her purse on the side table before turning back to her. “Whatever this was, it’s over now.”
She’s in my face a moment later, the familiar anger burning bright in her eyes. “It’s over when I say it’s over, and I’m not done with you. Look me in the eyes and tell me it’s done.”
“There’s nothing to be done with. Regardless, it won’t carry on,” I insist, and she reaches for my dick, squeezing me, desperate to feel my thick length.
“You’re always hard for me,” she bites, but understanding quickly washes over her and her hold falls slack when she realizes just how unimpressed with her I am.
“Now, I’m only hard for her.”
THIRTY
ELODIE
Even in my dreams, I’m haunted by the guys across the hallway. They might let me out of their sight, but it doesn’t stop them from consuming my thoughts.
After Kael’s outburst yesterday, and Thorne finding me out at Institute Three, I was highly anticipating something from Rion too, just to complete the day, but to my surprise, he never showed. A part of me is a little disappointed. Not that I would ever admit that out loud, but after dreaming about him and our moment in the shower, the feeling lingers in my soul.
I don’t stand a chance of getting back to sleep now.
Reluctantly, I roll off, grumbling at the light that peeks around the edges of the curtains. I glance at my new cell phone to check the time, only to find three notifications on the lock screen. I freeze. They’re not from the latest apps I downloaded, but from the camera app Ocean helped me set up.
Gulping, I reach for the device, my thumb hovering over the notification for a moment before I find the courage to tap it and see what awaits me. As the screen loads, I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip nervously before the recording comes to life.
The time reads as a little after midnight. I’m fast asleep, coated in shadows, when a sliver of light casts over me. It looksas though someone’s opened the door. My heart races as I wait, but no one seems to step into the frame, and after thirty seconds, the door closes again.
I frown, replaying the footage, but sure enough, nothing appears that I missed the first time. Confused, I move to the recording time stamped at two-fifteen. This time, when the door opens, it closes quickly behind them, and I can see a pair of black boots hovering at the edge of the frame. It feels like an eternity passes before they inch closer, coming to a halt at the foot of my bed.
Whoever it is, they’re wearing a sweatshirt with the hood in place, shielding them from the view of my camera. Panic clings to me as I become acutely aware that I am also in the frame, yet I was unaware of their invasion into my personal space.
Uncertainty wars inside of me, but a moment later, they step back, the door opens and closes swiftly, and they’re gone again. I sigh with relief, my gaze darting from my cell phone to the foot of my bed. There’s no one there now, but a shiver still runs down my spine.
I try to shake it off. Do I like anyone being in my space like that? No. Are they harming me? Also no. I don’t know how to feel.
Taking another deep breath, I skip to the third and final timestamp, which was just before four in the morning. This time, when the door opens, the hooded figure shuts the door behind them and trudges to the side of my bed without pausing. My breath lodges in my throat as I watch them take a seat beside me on the bed, reaching a finger out to tuck a loose curl of hair back off my face.
My cheek prickles from where they touched me, and my eyes are wide in disbelief as I silently scream at myself to wake up, but I don’t. If anything, I could swear I nuzzle into their presence.
What the hell?
Sitting up, I lean against the headboard as I try to zoom in on the figure in the frame, but it’s impossible to see who it is. Could it be someone from across the hall? It could literally be anyone from the entirety of The Vale.
I shiver.
Why on Earth do we not have a lock on that door?
At the exact moment I consider the security measures we’re lacking, a knock sounds from our door and my skin tingles with anticipation.
