At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Twelve

That's not possible. How did I get here and still with him, a stranger I've only seen twice, I think. Cold, that's the last thing I remember. I was next to the tent and it snowed a lot and every flake that fell to the ground, the colder I felt. I also remember feeling everything getting slower, my breath, the beating of my heart. I was sure I was going to die.

"How are you feeling?", your hoarse voice takes me out of my thoughts by drawing attention to you. I look into his eyes and the sensations the first time I saw him are present in my body. And that makes me ashamed, I feel the warm of my cheeks, probably because of my color Should be with redcheeks.

"I-I am...... - frustrated snitch. The discomfort in the throat still persisted, talking was being a great effort. Noting the discomfort, the man in front of me goes to the side of the bed picking up a glass that was on top of the bedside cabinet and deposits the water that was in a small jar.

"Here, it will improve your discomfort," he says by putting the glass with water in the reach of my hands. I try to raise my hand to take it, but I fail miserably. What happened to me? I wonder. It seemed like I hadn't moved my arms for months and he'd lost his strength.

"Can I help you? "Look at me and after going through my mind that it would be no big deal, I allow with a nod from my head. He approaches me, sitting by the bed, inches from my body. With him so close I perceive the color of his eyes, they were not dark as I imagined, or as I remembered, but subtly green with touches of gray. I sigh with him so close to me. Your look at me is beggar, as if you wanted something from me. What would that be? Her hand touches my face, and the warmth she transmits makes me close my eyes for a few seconds, when I open again, her eyes are stuck in mine.

"You don't know how long I've waited to see you again. They're more beautiful than I remembered. "I don't know what he means, but my body seems to understand, for every hair on my body gets goose bumps. He pulls a lock away from my hair that was on my face, putting it behind my ear and sliding his index finger down my jaw— Drink! —he says looking at the glass and then stopping at my lips. The cold of the glass comes into contact with my lips and in every sip I appreciate the calm brought by the water to my vocal cords.

" Do you want more water? — ask as soon as I drink to the last drop. I refuse, moving my head from side to side.

"Why am I here? Where am I?—I ask for all the answers. I'd like to get out of the dark.

"I found you almost dead and brought you to my house. — says when you get up and put both hands in your pants pockets.

"Why to your home and not a hospital? — I get confused, when I got sick or had an accident the sisters always took me to a small infirmary. But he brought me to his house and not to a hospital, where there are doctors.

"I promised I'd take care of you and." — his sentence does not end, he looks at me passing his gaze all over my body and then swerves away.

What's he hiding? Why do I have the feeling of having something else behind your motives?

"At the right time you will know everything," he says, knowing from his gaze that even if I begged him, I would say nothing, I'll give myself a win. The important thing is that I'm fine.

"Thank you” — I say looking at your face, and I see a frown.

"By taking care of me," he comes to me, takes a few seconds looking at my lips, and then at my eyes and speaks in such a hoarse way... so... so I don't know words to describe.

"If you knew, you wouldn't thank me," Your words make me confused. Isn't it right to do when someone does a good deed? "Rest, I'll ask Antonia to bring you something to eat—he says it again, and then his lips touch my forehead causing a strange move in my belly. And then he walks away and leaves me alone in the room.

God, what happens to my body when it's around? It's like I didn't know my own body. I don't know what this is, I never felt anything like this when I lived in the orphanage. And neither did any of the sisters tell me about it. I was totally lost in my feelings.

Going over the little talking we had, I remember he said he promised he'd take care of me. But when did that happen? I don't remember anything. And why does he want to take care of me? No one ever wanted me, my mother abandoned me. And why does he want me? So that? I don't know what I can offer him, looking at this room, the huge size of this room and how beautiful things are here, he already seems to have it all.

"I brought you some soup, as you were unconscious for seven days it's better to eat liquid food—a nice lady says stop in front of me with a tray, at which point she came in I don't know. However not to focus too much on her, my brain seems to have caught while processing her words. One week, I was unconscious for a week. God!

"What?- I ask perplexed.

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?", she talks leaving the tray on top of a small desk.

"No, it's just that.... Wow, seven days?— I rest my back deeper into the bed.

"I'm sorry, I thought you already knew. Mr. Zyan didn't tell you?—I do not with my head, linking the name she told the man who was here before her.

Zyan, I repeat in my mind wanting to speak out loud to know how your name glides through my tongue, but I believe it should sound a lot better than in my mind, probably like sugar melting in my mouth. Mason, match him. Different and beautiful.

Unique!

"All right, no need to worry—I turn my attention to the gray-haired, small-build, thin lady.

"The boss told me that you are weak, so I'll give you the soup.- take the soup and sit next to me on the bed.

"Please call me Luna, without a lady.

"All right, Luna- she smiles" You gave us a big fright- says when you put the first spoon with the soup in my mouth.

I'm sorry, I say embarrassed.

"Thank God now you're fine. — she give a smile showing her teeth... After a few spoonfuls I finish the soup.

"Thank you, Mrs. Antonia.

"Just Antonia, dear. — says lifting and taking the tray and then walking toward the door.

"Rest, Luna. Later I come back to help you with the bath— he says as he stops and looks at me. "I'm very happy to see you awake, Mr. Zyan was very concerned about you. I was very nervous because you wouldn't wake up, she says and if you're leaving me with a tangle of thoughts.

Zyan was worried about me. I? What did you see special about me?

"Zyan, Zyan, Zyan," I say your name a few times, and as I thought, even if it's loud, it melts in my mouth.

"You called me, angel?", he says, still at the door, looking into my eyes as if he were going to devour me.