Page 25 of Sold to the Devil
“Too tight, Nance!” I cough and she lets go, mumbling an apology.
I chuckle softly and we go sit on the bed. She places my hand in hers and smiles softly, though I can see the worry in her eyes.
“Are you okay? What happened with Rigast? He eventually came back to the party, but he seemed angrier than when you left with him.”
“He asked me why I kissed Tom, but he scared me, and he noticed... When I admitted I was scared of him, he broke a glass and left. He didn't sleep here.”
She nods before frowning and nervously scratching her neck.
“What's wrong, Nance? What happened when he came back to the party?” I ask softly, fearing the worst.
“He hit Tom and left. Don't worry, Tom's fine,” she quickly adds when she sees the panic on my face. “His nose was broken, but Enzo healed it with a spell. Mattheo had already left, and we didn't see him again for the rest of the night.”
I frown too.
Where could he be?
The bedroom door suddenly opens, and my eyes widen when I see it's Mattheo. I look him over from the waist down, immediately noticing that his shirt has blood splattered across it, and his lower lip looks injured. His knuckles contain dried blood, undoubtedly Tom's. His hair is a mess, and he looks like he dressed in a hurry.
That's when my attention falls on the collar of his shirt and the trace of feminine lipstick staining it. Looking closer, I find a second one at the corner of his lips. I feel a pang in my chest.
He was with another girl.
He got angry because I kissed Tom and had the audacity to sleep with another girl? I feel anger and sadness flooding through me, I look down at my hands, my fists clenched in my lap. My cousin places her hand on my knee and squeezes it tenderly, silently supporting me. She then informs me in a small voice that she's leaving and will come check on me later if that's okay with me. I look at her and nod. She's right, Mattheo and I need to talk.
In private.
She kisses my cheek and stands up, bumping Mattheo's shoulder hard as she walks past him. His jaw tightens and his gaze hardens further as he snarls.
“Be careful, Hewloc.”
“I don't fucking think so,” she retorts, gritting her teeth and turning toward him, her index finger pointed at his chest in an accusing, threatening gesture. “On the other hand, I advise you to watch your back if you harm my cousin again, Rigast. Son of the great Darkvis or not, I'll kick your ass if I find out you've laid a hand on her again.”
She glares at him before storming out of the dorm, slamming the door behind her. As for me, I get up from my bed and head to my closet without saying a word, determined not to start the conversation.
I grab some clothes and disappear into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I place my clothes on the counter and turn on the shower. I take off my shirt, leaving me clad only in my bra and shorts. Just as I'm about to pull my shorts down, the door opens and Mattheo walks in. I freeze and glare at him as he begins to undress as well, clearly unfazed by the fact that I'm in my underwear.
“What are you doing?” I ask through gritted teeth, feeling my anger growing at his audacity.
“I'm going to take a shower,” he answers in a monotonous voice as if it were obvious.
My anger only increases and my nostrils flare.
The nerve of this bastard who can't even look me in the eye!
Yes, we're not in a conventional romantic relationship, but we're getting married in a few months. So we're a couple, except for the fact that we don't have feelings for each other. We're supposed to stay faithful. That's the whole point of marriage.
Loyalty.
I know he's mad about my kiss with Tom, but in my defense, the alcohol definitely influenced my decision. And besides, I only did it for that stupid game we were playing. I wouldn't have done it without the influence of the vodka I consumed or that damn bottle that pointed at Tom when I turned it.
It meant nothing and I certainly didn't fuck Tom afterwards!
“Get out of here.”
Finally, his chocolate eyes meet mine, amusement and anger swirling inside.
“No,” he finally growls.
