Bittersweet Memories pt. 4
She awoke in a dark room. The faint shuffling sound from the corner told her she wasn’t alone. Instinctively, she sat up and flicked on the lamp. As it lit the room, she blinked a few times, letting her eyes to adjust to the brightness.
Alexander had his arms crossed over his chest as he leant against the wall.
“What are you doing here? Where is Lucious?” she asked.
He glared at her. “He’s feeding downstairs since you drained him dry.”
Helena’s brows scrunched together. “What are you talking about?”
His hands dropped to his sides and, in a split second, he was holding her by her T-shirt. Her breath caught in her throat when he eyed her with his frosty grey eyes.
“You are a nuisance who brings us only misfortune. If you were not tied to Lucious, I would have killed you long ago without as much as a second thought,” he said matter-of-factly, his Russian accent thickening with every word.
Helena read the truth on his face. She tried to swallow the knot forming in her throat.
“Let her go, Alexander.” Lucious’ frosty voice made them both turn their heads.
Alexander ground his teeth loud enough for her to hear. “Why must we accommodate her? We should lock her up and put her under twenty-four-hour surveillance.”
He isn’t seriously contemplating what Alexander has suggested, right?
He planted his hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “I’m thankful for all you’ve done, but you do not have to carry on helping if you do not wish to. I can look for help elsewhere.”
Alexander’s fingers curled into fists. “Do you believe I would let an old friend go up against a demon and God-knows-what alone?”
“No, and that is precisely why I fear your involvement may cause you harm in the future. You don’t owe me anything anymore. Perhaps, it is time for you to take care of yourself instead.”
Alexander pierced her with a glare but the effect of it was missing. There was much sadness behind his stormy eyes, and she was stuck for words.
“I don’t abandon friends.” Alexander brushed his hand off. “Call me if there’s anything you need.”
Helena kept her eyes on the closing door, expecting Alexander to come back and add some kind of scrutinising remark about her when Lucious sat beside her on the bed.
“How are you?”
She met his intense gaze. “I’m better, but why did you do that?”
Deep in her heart, she wanted to know the answer to that more than anything. Lucious never did anything that wouldn’t benefit him in some way. Why was he protecting her from Alexander when they could lock her up as he had suggested earlier?
“You didn’t sleep for long. Don’t you wish to rest more?”
Helena pursed her lips, unsure if she should pursue the matter he was carefully trying to avoid. “I’m fine. What about you? Alexander said you were drained after shielding me.”
Lucious smiled. “I’m fine. I simply haven’t fed for a few days.”
She didn’t know what to believe. Alexander wouldn’t overreact the way he did without a good reason. Yet, she wanted to believe Lucious’ words. She clambered out of bed. “I’m going to make coffee, want some?”
Lucious ran his hand through his hair. “The living room is a tad occupied.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean it’s occupied?”
“I took too much blood from the women Alexander brought here. They need to rest before they are able to return with him.”
Her mouth pressed into a thin line. “He brought hookers into my home?”
“Donors, my dear, not hookers,” he corrected as he tried to place his hands on her shoulders.
She punched him in the gut and stormed into the bathroom. Suddenly, she was in desperate need of a shower.