You've bewitched me
“Hey.”
Arabella's eyes flickered away from the screen of her phone to Blaze, who was by the door.
He stepped further into the room and towards her bed, sitting where he left a few seconds ago, he gazed at her intently.
“What?” Arabella asked. She covered her face, conscious of how she looked.
A blush crept up her cheek, and she grimaced. It was her first time caring about her appearance whilst with Blaze.
She never cared if she had bed hair or was in her Pyjamas.
But now, she wished she was looking her best.
“Stop staring at me.” She mumbled. Although she didn't see him, she felt his gaze on her.
“How do you know I am still staring at you? You covered your face.” Blaze said.
“It's weird, but I can feel the intensity of your stare. Even if I am asleep, I can sense you staring at me.”
Blaze chuckled. He removed her hand from her face and intertwined his finger with hers.
He sucked in a deep breath as his fingers tingled at the contact.
Heat flooded inside of him, and he winced as his pants tightened.
'She's ours,' Red whimpered.
“No,” Blaze mumbled. Red was mistaken. Arabella wasn't his. She would never be.
But how was he able to explain the feelings that often erupted in him whilst with her?
It was odd, but it seemed as though the moon goddess had blessed him with Arabella as a mate.
“If a glare could kill, I'll be dead now.” Arabella smoothened the crease on his face and Blaze jerked.
He attempted to yank his hand away, but she tightened her grip on him.
Blaze furrowed his brows.
“You were really deep in thought. What were you thinking about?” She asked.
“It's nothing.” He rasped, staring at their intertwined hand, then at her gorgeous face.
She was flawless, even with the freckles that dusted her face.
It added to her beauty. Her baby blue eyes glistened, and her rosebud lips curved up in a faint smile.
“Are you ever going to stop holding my hand?”
“Are you ever going to stop staring at me?” She retorted.
“I can't,” Blaze mumbled.
“Why?”
“You've bewitched me.” He chuckled as she lifted a brow. “I wonder if you are an unconfirmed witch.”
“What does that mean?” Arabella frowned. She caressed his knuckles unconsciously.
“Don't worry your pretty little head about that. Just concentrate on recovering.”
Arabella tsked, then glared at Blaze. “You are way too dodgy for my liking.”
“It's for your good. Not knowing everything keeps you safe.”
“But not from Sandro still.”
Blaze shrugged, then sighed. “I should get you something to eat.”
“Don't go.” Arabella clutched his hand tighter.
Blaze shot her a questioning gaze.
“You make me feel safe, and I like holding your hands.”
“It's only for a few seconds. I told Janice to arrange a meal for you already.” He said, hoping she'd release her hold on him.
“I do not think I taught you enough lesson the last time about being near her.”
Blaze stiffened, the muscles at his back tightened, and he ground his teeth before staring at Sandro.
Arabella shook her head, gripping his hand as he stood.
“Please, don't leave him with me!” Her voice quivered.
The image of Sandro whipping her the first time flashed through her mind. Even the excruciating pain she was made to endure last night shot through her.
She didn't want to endure any more pain, but she was certain she couldn't escape it.
She was freaking trapped!
“I'll be back soon,” Blaze promised. He removed his hand from hers and stepped towards the door.
He stared at Sandro, who did the same for a while before leaving the room.
Blaze stood by the side of the door as soon as he was out. He wheezed as he swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat.
Arabella, he mused. He wondered how many more punishments she could take.
“Please, be strong for me.” He said, stumbling towards Janice's room as he heard Arabella scream his name.
Arabella shot out of bed as soon as Blaze left, and she yanked the IV line in her hand away.
She dashed towards the door, but Sandro held her back by her neck and yanked her backward.
He dragged her to the bed and shoved her into it, not bothering if she was hurt or not.
He leaned into her and scowled. “Do you think anyone would be willing to help you if you run away? I am the fúcking boss here, and you will do as I say.”
Arabella's heart thudded, and she shivered as he gripped her chin.
Stretching her hand toward the bedside table, she tapped it and gripped the first thing her hand could reach.
She believed it was a fork, and without hesitating, she stabbed him.
“Bítch!” Sandro grunted. He grasped her hand and pinned them above her head, and then tied them with a rope he saw laying on the floor.
He groaned and plucked the fork from his back. Glaring at it, he noticed it was stained with blood, and he tossed it on the ground.
Sandro gripped Arabella's neck and growled. “How about you get well soon? I believe you enjoyed last night.”
Arabella choked out, “You are being cruel.”
“Say that to someone who would kill me if given the opportunity.” He said.
He let go of her and jumped down from the bed. Arching his back, he groaned as the muscles popped.
“I am not a monster like you, and I don't dwell on revenge! I am not fúcking driven by that because I have a purpose in this world!” Arabella yelped into his face.
Almost immediately, she regretted it as Sandro gripped her hair. He tugged it and his lip moved to her ear. “The more you keep yelling at me, the more punishment you are receiving after leaving here.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I told you, Cara Mia,” Sandro sat on the small space left in her bed and caressed her face. “I told you, and your damned father, “I'm not resting until I see your body six feet underneath my foot.”
His eyes flashed golden as he stared at her, and Arabella trembled, seeing the perils that awaited her in them.
