At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter thirteen

It was only for him to return with his hoarse voice to my body to chill. Looks like that's the effect he has on me, messing with every part of my body. How that's possible, I have no idea. But I also don't know how to avoid him looking at me like I'm unique, special, important. He looks at me in a way I've never been looked at, he devours me with his eyes, but it's not only that, it's deeper, what he shows me is just the surface, I know. It's very different from Father Manuel's sly look. I'm not afraid, quite the contrary I want to unravel it. I don't feel like running, the truth is, I fight every cell in my body so I don't get close. I know it's crazy, I don't even know him, I've only seen him three times counting on today, and in one of them he saved me and soon after I ran away. But how can I not make a fool of myself when I get the feeling that I already know him and that he knows me?

"Do you need anything, angel?"— he walks down the door with his dark eyes, walking toward me. I swallow my own saliva by perceiving your steady, concentrated steps. I'm your target.

"No," I say, not being able to turn my eyes away from your vision. He's handsome. He is.... sexy? Yes, sexy.

"Don't look at me like that, my angel," he says, climbing up like a lion in bed, crawling toward me.

"Just like?— sigh deeply, throwing all the air out of my lung. He makes me nervous, but not in a bad way. It's good, it's good.

"With this look of desire, but who does not know what he wants — he is so close to me that I can feel the wooded aroma of his perfume, which makes me inebriated. "But unlike you, your body knows, baby. And deep down you also know—the last sentence says whispering in my ear, causing discomfort between my legs and I cross them. Heavens! What the other year?

"What do I want?— my voice comes out low, almost with a whisper. He looks at me with his face a few inches from mine for a few seconds and says:

"Soon I will show you—with this promise he walks away from me, getting out of bed. "But now you need to rest. — he says by closing his eyes as if he were controlling something within himself. He opens his eyes and this time I see the darkness in them, but the color of his green eyes. I feel like questioning what he will show me, but he doesn't give me the chance, because then turn his back on me, walking to the door and opening it.

"Later I come to see you," he says without looking back, and then closes the door.

I'm confused. He makes me so confused. It confuses my mind, my body and my emotions. Your lines are cryptic, and my curious being wants to discover the riddles behind them. I've never had contact with anyone like this before. In fact, I can't compare, because when I lived in the orphanage, I had the slightest contact with people, with the same male was rarity. So maybe there's a lot of people just like him, only I didn't open up to meet them. But something inside me says there are no people like him. I leave my thoughts that involves all the turbulence caused by a certain green-eyed man and focus on observing all the details of the room. Quickly good taste could be seen, but who am I to say something, a person with zero notion of nothing, laugh so much of myself. I'm really silly. The room was very spacious, with a huge bed in the middle and a well-chosen furniture, there was even a small round table with two chairs that I believe to be for a more private breakfast. However none of this is compared to the view that the room had, the glass door took a whole wall and this provides the view of the immense sea and some mountains in the distance. It's a magnificent sight, and at sunset it should be breathtaking.

"Excuse me, I knocked on the door, but I got no answer," antonia said at the entrance to the door.

"Please come in. I'm sorry, it's just that this view made me hypnotized.

"It's really beautiful," he smiles looking at the place admired by me seconds ago.

"It's magical!

"I came here to help you with the bath. Let's go? " says coming to the bedside.

"Come on, but now I'm curious. Who bathed me during these days?—I feel my cheeks blush. No one's seen me naked for years. From the moment I learned to wash myself at the age of seven and with that it was no longer necessary the help of the sisters. And now just thinking about the scene, I'm tired of it.

"Lord Zyan would help me take you to the bathtub... "I interrupt your shocked speech with your revelation. He saw me naked.

"What? Did he see me without clothes?-my voice comes out a little loud making her laugh.

"No, Luna. He didn't see you naked, you always had your underwear on when that happened. He just made you pick you up and put it in the tub and I'd take care of your bath and put your clothes on.

"Oh, my God, he saw me in my panties and a bra! "I say getting flushed. How am I going to look at him now knowing that he saw me practically naked? I wanted to dig a hole just like the tattoo and only get out of it when I was far away from Zyan.

Don't worry, dear. He's used to seeing a lot more.- he says blinking at me. And I'm astonished. What do you mean, you don't know? Do women get naked in front of Mason? Is that what I get?

"What do you mean, Miss Antonia?"

"Honey, where did you come from?" he asks with the frown.

"It's... I don't want to talk about it —Your question makes me cresty. I can't tell you where I came from if they didn't take me there, even if I'm eighteen. I didn't sign anything, so they still have my guard.

All right, Luna. You don't have to say it," he says, loving my hand while having a warm smile on his lips. "When you want to open up, I'm going to be here, all right? — I move my head as a sign of positive.

"But tell me, Mrs. Antonia. What's this much more that Mr. Zyan sees?—I question to try to change the subject and why I still have that question hammering in my head.

"You'd better not know, my angel. But stay away from Mr. Zyan. He can hurt you- What do you mean? What can he do to me? Why do I have to stay away? My mind is now creating a thousand and a few questions, and it makes me confused. From Zyan's eyes, it doesn't look like he's trying to hurt me. It's okay that he looks at me in a way that makes me nervous, but this nervousness is good. I even like it and he saved me, but it doesn't matter, I can't trust people and if Antonia said that, I have to be more cautious. I decide I have to leave. As soon as they're asleep, I'll run.

"All right, Antonia. I'm going to stay away from Zyan — far away, I think.