Chapter7
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"Trishal, you're awake?"
Corman said and stood from the sofa he was sitting on to stand in front of me.
Was that a note of worry I heard in his voice?
Probably the beating earlier has affected my head, and now I'm delusional.
Yeah, that's a better explanation.
Remembering I was in the arms of the perpetrator, I stood upright, stepping back cautiously from him.
The spar we had earlier made me remember who he is.
'The spar or the thrashing.
My wolf chuckled, cutting into my line of thought.
“Traitor.” I hissed.
Anyway, I needed that thrashing to set me back on course, and thread carefully around him, because he's a psychopath and also the powerful and merciless dark Lord of the whole Blackthorn hill, who does nothing for free.
And he has yet to tell me what he wants in return.
He looked at me for a while, deep in whatever thought could be going through his narcissist head, smiled and stepped out.
Wow!!
Just like that, no gloating?
No word of fatherly advice? Still angry at his use of ‘child.’
It sort of felt anticlimactic.
Or could it be he heard what I was thinking?
My eyes widened in fear, thinking of the possibility.
I looked at Corman, “Are you sure he doesn't read minds?"
My instructor rolled his eyes and walked me to the sofa he stood up from, settling me down.
"No, my lady."
"Ooh." I replied, skeptically.
"You woke up late. We have lot of things to do that you haven't even started."
"How's the leg?"
"Fine."
"Sure?" He tried touching it.
I moved my leg away quickly and winced in phantom pain.
"Yeah."
"Good." He stood up.
"Meet me at the pack house then in like,—" He trailed off, checking his gold-plated wristwatch.
Was that real gold?
What a vain creature, I sneered.
"—twenty minutes time."
Not ready to show my face to those who saw my ass handed out to me, I felt reluctant.
"Why?"
He looked up at me, grinning."Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out.
*******
Thirty minutes after getting to the pack house, I realized I'm so popular.
"The wolf with the running mouth, who didn't know her place."
"The scrawny wolf who couldn't even last four minutes before she was knocked out."
I looked down at myself.
Scrawny?
"Really?" I don't look scrawny at all.
I looked back at that particular group of backbiters; anger slowly building up in me.
"Hey you!" I looked up from where I was.
Surprisingly, alone like a pariah.
"You didn't keep me waiting at all, thank you." I replied, glowering.
He smiled, "I wanted you to interact a little with the other pack members, you know form relationships and get to know each other better."
"Wow! That was so thoughtful of you, I didn't know." I replied dryly as he pulled out a chair to join me.
"You don't have to thank me dear,—" He signaled for one of the wolves in charge of the kitchen to bring in refreshments.
"—from what I heard on my way here, you've become quite a celebrity, you know….."
"And that's all thanks to you and my Lord Loren," I bowed my head at him mockingly.
“Anything for you…..” He replied in the same tone.
Picking a bread and slathering it with butter,
"Why did you call me here, great master?"
"To eat obviously," he gave me the 'don't be stupid look.'
Hmmm.
I didn't trust this generosity.
Could it be because he feels guilty for what he and his brother did to me?
Hmmm, that's a good explanation for this.
"Hmmm, you ain't that bad after all."
I smiled, letting the look of superiority slip into my face.
He passed me a glass of juice. "I hope you accept my apology?"
"Hmmm," I responded, drinking the whole cup.
"Eat to your fill, mademoiselle." He passed me the chicken breast.
I took a bite and moaned at the burst of flavor on my tongue.
"You like?"
"I love it," I replied gleefully.
****
"Is this why you fed me?"
I screamed in frustration, cursing and swearing at him, while he snacked on pastries.
It's been three hours of felling trees and splitting woods since he told me he had somewhere nice he wanted to show me.
Seeing the picnic basket, I actually thought it was an extension of his apology and was filled with joy.
So gullible…….. Gullible and stupid.
I sighed in disbelief.
Only for us to get here, then he handed me an axe which was already strategically placed at the base of a tree.
And he went over a little further to spread his blanket, arranging the pastries and drink in a tantalizing order.
I actually refused at first, then he threatened me with Loren.
I wanted to take my chances really, but I couldn't get over the look in his eyes when he told me he could have easily killed me.
Not that I'm afraid of him, not at all.
But since then I've been slaving away here while he made comments on the wood sizes and how I wasn't fast.
"See this as you helping out with the delicious food being made everyday," He smiled as he poured orange juice into his cup.
"I wish you had just choked on that," I mumbled to myself.
"Said something?"
Damn! His sharp hearing.
"No."
My arms and back, which were never used to this hard labor, were beginning to protest.
It took him two more hours before he told me to take a break.
Sweating all over, I pulled off my top and was left with baggy jeans and my sports bra.
I dropped on the blanket, exhausted, picked up a jug of water and guzzled it all.
He stared at me in my underdressed state.
"You like what you see?"
I asked, popping a cookie into my mouth.
"You really are scrawny."
He replied with a shake of the head.
“This is slim, not scrawny, slim,” I answered him with my mouth full.
"You are also not cultured, stuffing your face full like a pig."
I shrugged and rolled my eyes, acting impervious to his insults.
"I really wonder what he sees in you."
"Who?
"Of course, you sh...."
He was cut short by the loud blaring of an alarm from the pack house.
“Intruders?!” Corman gasped in shock.
……….
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