Page 9 of Saviour

King prefers black and gold; rich and elegant. But I prefer everything to look more natural, peaceful, and calming. Like an abandoned lake in the middle of a forest, with a beautiful girl and a beautiful swan floating effortlessly in the middle.

I place Aurora down gently, her arms slowly unhooking from around my neck, and I feel the loss instantly. She tangles her fingers in her plait and starts to fiddle, and I watch in wonder as her dainty fingers smooth over her hair so beautifully. I’d love to turn those soft fingers into claws and see what she can really do.

I head over to the windows that sit along the living room wall, a huge television placed in between and close the curtains on the night sky, letting the soft glow of the lamp illuminate my Birdie’s features and cast her in shadows where the light doesn’t reach.

Sitting on the window seat, I observe her as she continues to turn on the spot, fiddling with her braid and taking in the apartment. I don’t know anything about her, but just from her expression, I can tell she’s never seen a space quite like it.

Christ, just wait until she sees the mansion.

Will I take her to the mansion?

Losing myself in thoughts on whether I could keep my Birdie without even knowing her, she interrupts with a small whisper. “Who are you?”

She’s turned to face me, and her eyes say a thousand words. She’s scared, she’s concerned, she’s intrigued, but most of all, she’s excited. I can see the impressed joy shining in those ice-blue eyes of hers and a small smile tugs at my lips.

“I told you. I’m Dax.” I quirk a brow and watch her features tighten in annoyance.

“Yes, butwhoare you, Dax? Where have you come from?”

“Where have you come from, Birdie?” I question back and watch the hesitation in her next question.

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“I told you already.”

She sighs and my smile grows at her irritation, taking pleasure that more of her personality is shining through.

I stand and take my feet down the hallway past the kitchen. The hallway is narrow and there are four doors equally spaced out, two on each side. Three bedrooms, one for me, King, a spare, and a bathroom. Though King’s and my room have en suites.

I stop in front of the door at the furthest end of the hallway and push it open, standing back to let Aurora look in at the very bland room, the huge king-sized bed inside draped in cream quilts and cushions.

“You can sleep in here. There’s a bathroom there,” I say, pointing to the door opposite her bedroom. “Towels are in the cupboard. Feel free to take a shower.”

She steps foot into the bedroom that’s hers for the night.

“My room is next door if you need anything.”

I step away to make my way back into the kitchen when a small “thank you” comes through the open doorway.

“You’re welcome, Aurora,” I reply, turning to see her step into view in the hallway.

“Rori,” she says quietly.

“Hmm?” I question and a slight blush tinges her cheeks.

“You can call me Rori.”

I look her up and down and notice those fingers tangling in her braid again and my lips tug at the corners, realising it’s a nervous trait of hers.

“All right, Rori.” I nod at her and let my eyes look her up and down one more time before turning to leave. I call over my shoulder as I retreat, “Take those dirty clothes off, Birdie. You’re much too pure for red.”

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After tryingto make myself busy in the kitchen, fetching Rori a glass of water and cooking some food, I hear her door open and close as she pads across the hallway and into the bathroom. Moments after that, I hear the shower turn on and my dick instantly hardens at the thought of her just a few doors over, completely naked in my presence again, only this time she knows I’m just down the hall.

My instincts take my feet back down the hallway, and I stand at the bathroom door, desperate to barge through and fuck her until her skin turns pink. But this girl is different from others. I’ve had plenty of women happy to fuck Dax Rhivers, especially recently when I’ve had nothing to do since King’s and Puck’s disappearance.

But Rori, my little Birdie, is gentle, careful, and I’ll be damned if I fuck it up so early on when there’s still so much I don’t know about the girl in the lake.

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