Page 46 of Scarred Sacrifice
“The one and only.” I grin.
“For what it’s worth, I didn’t lie. My name is Nyx,” he states.
Eden comes back in with the alcohol, cotton, ice pack, and a plate of sandwiches. I give her a look. “Don’t look at me like that. It was Bernie, and we all agree you look shit and need to eat. It is a club decision,” she says assertively.
“Savage Sisters,” Nyx mutters, putting two and two together.
I clear my throat. “Fine, I will eat something,” I relent. “But only because she’s made my favourite sandwich,” I add, looking down at the club sandwich with pickles, mayo, and mustard.
Eden smirks before giving Nyx a death glare. “Hurt her and we will kill you,” she threatens. I cough a laugh at her threat. She’s not the type to do it, and to hear her say it sounds weird and funny.
“Well, I don’t want to be killed, so I had best behave,” Nyx says, smiling.
“I mean it,” she adds.
“I don’t doubt it. I’ve seen your...” He pauses, looking at me to confirm what I am to her.
“Sister,” I clarify. It’s what we are; not by blood, but we are a family.
“Sister...” He nods to me. “… In action, and there have been times she’s terrified me.” He grins, hissing as it pulls on the cut on his lip.
I grab the cotton wool and put some alcohol on it before pressing it to his lip. “Ahhh, fuck!” he hisses.
I just grin. “Don’t be such a baby.”
Eden laughs. “Man, it will be easy to kill you. You’re just a big baby.” She cackles as she walks out of my room.
I continue holding the cotton to his lip, and he reaches out and lightly traces his finger over the gauze covering my stitches.
“If he isn’t dead already, I will kill him,” he growls.
“Get in line,” I retort. After removing the cotton and grabbing the ice pack, I lift up his shirt and place it gently on his stomach. He flinches at the coldness, and I give him a small smile. “Keep that there,” I instruct before turning and grabbing one of the sandwiches and hold it out to him.
He looks at it, then back to me. “How do I know one of your sisters hasn’t poisoned it?” he asks.
I roll my eyes and take a large bite out of it. “There, happy?” I ask with a mouthful of food. He smirks, takes it, and begins to eat it.
He moans. “Damn, that’s a good sandwich,” he mumbles around each bite.
I nod in agreement while eating mine. My stomach is grateful to finally be receiving some food.
Once we’ve finished eating, I stand and hand him a blanket and pillows before climbing into bed.
I reach for the bedside light. “Good night,” I call out.
“Night, Sparky,” he replies.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MORRIGAN
I stretch out,my body aching in protest. Everything hurts. I slowly push myself up to see Nyx still fast asleep on the couch. I get out of bed to use the bathroom, still feeling weak and dizzy. I hold onto my bed for support as I make my way around the room.
Walking into the bathroom, I quietly close the door. I glance a look at myself in the mirror and my reflection looks nothing like me. I decide to have a shower, being careful not to get my stitches wet. The warm water hitting my body is just what I needed. I place my hands on the tiled wall for support as I wash myself. Once done, I carefully step out, wrapping a towel around my body before I quietly walk out into my room. I walk to my wardrobe and grab one of my oversized cropped T-shirts and leggings. I open my draw and pull out my underwear, not bothering with a bra. Today I just want comfort.
I drop my towel and get dressed, and just as I’m about to put my top on, Nyx disturbs the moment. “Do all your friends get this kind of show, or am I just one of the lucky ones?” Nyx mutters.
I look over to him, stood in nothing but my black leggings and no bra. His eyes immediately focus on my tits. I sigh and roll my eyes. “It’s always the boobs,” I tut.
