I hate everyone
Sandro hurried towards the infirmary and at the same time, he glanced around so as not to be caught unaware.
He hadn't seen any sign of the intruders as Thalia had said, but he could hear some yelling outside, which meant the rest of the pack members were keeping them busy.
He stepped inside to see Arabella curled up on the bed.
Gazing at her, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
It was weird, but as soon as Thalia said they were under an attack, the first thing his mind had gone to was Arabella.
Although he was still aching from the aftermath of the shot, he had the urge to go watch over her.
Perhaps, it was his wolf's doing because lately, Lace had been doing things he wouldn't do.
His wolf had been having some nasty thoughts about the bítch and even stirred whenever she was near.
He wouldn't deny her scent being alluring, but he believed he had been with a far more captivating woman than her.
Arabella's skin tingles and she turned slightly. Sandro was in the room. She was sure of that because he was the only one that often made the hair on her body prickle.
The fear he frequently ignited in her due to his presence surged through her, and she sat up on the bed slowly.
She lifted the duvet Blaze had given to her the day before to cover her body before staring at him warily.
“What do you want?” She asked.
“You speak so rudely.” Sandro stepped into the room.
“You deserve whichever way I speak to you, and you don't even have the right to tell me how to speak.” Arabella glared at him and folded her arms across her chest.
“I'm glad you are safe.”
“Oh please,” she rolled her eyes. “That is the most absurd thing I've ever heard. You never feel relieved I am fine, and I do not think you care about me.”
“I am honestly relieved you are looking fine because it is only by my hands you can die. I wouldn't want some miserable being to touch a hair on your head, much less harm you.”
Arabella rolled her eyes. His words did not surprise her. Because he already made it clear to her.
But she had assumed he cared about her wellbeing for a second. Perhaps she was hoping too much. It was only Blaze that maybe had such feelings towards her.
He was the only one that looked after her even in her darkest hour. He was way better than Sandro.
But she didn't know why she felt much more attraction towards Sandro than to him.
Perhaps she was used to him torturing her now and the weird feelings she was having for him were from there.
Sandro's ears perked up as he heard more yelling from outside. He sensed Arabella was not aware of what was going on as the Clinic was still far away from the main building and the enemies needed to infiltrate the entire building before they could get to the clinic.
But he doubted that would happen since he was alive.
“Just don't leave the room.” He said, retreating to the door.
“You can't tell me what to do.”
“Are you forgetting who I am so soon? I think I am going so soft on you, Bella.”
Sandro swooshed to her bedside and gripped her neck before pinning her to the bed.
Arabella gasped as she struggled to release her neck from his hand.
He was too fast. She didn't know how he got to her side in the twinkling of an eye.
But he was a torturer, and he must have been practising torturing to know how to react faster.
“Stop!”
“What did I say about you yelling or talking back at me? I need to teach you more lessons.”
His hand pressed into her neck more and her eyes bulged. She convulsed on the bed and flayed as he applied pressure.
She was going to die and what they would write on her headstone was she killed by choking. Again, that was if she'd ever be given a befitting funeral.
Perhaps her body would get tossed where no one would find her. However, if they found her, she'd be unrecognizable.
Arabella shut her eyes and opened her mouth to suck in her last breath before the door flung open.
“We have a far more important thing to do.”
Blaze!
“Bastard!” Sandro grunted, before releasing her neck.
Arabella shot out of bed. She gripped her wobbling knees and stumbled towards the corner of the room.
Her trembling hands went upward to touch her neck, which was sore, and she winced in pain.
Tears clouded her vision, and she glanced at where Blaze and Sandro were.
Blaze's eyes collided with hers. She glanced away after her vision blurred with tears, but he didn't.
Although she wasn't seeing him, she felt his gaze on hers because her skin tingled.
Arabella flinched, and her eyes shot up as a hand grazed her neck.
“It's me.” Blaze said, squatting in front of her. “Are you alright?”
She nodded and bit her lip to stop her from bursting into tears.
“I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.”
“It's not your fault,” Arabella whispered.
“It is. If I was here, he wouldn't have done this to—”
She tuned out his voice and shuddered with rage. Her hands clenched into fists, and before she could stop herself, she smacked him hard on his cheek and shoved him.
Blaze widened his eyes as he stared at Arabella, “What was that for?!”
“Stop fucking making excuses for him! You are you and he is Sandro! He's cruel. A freaking monster. Stop making it look as if he's better than he is!”
Blaze sighed. He didn't know the reason for her outburst, but he wouldn't blame her. She was keeping a lot bottled inside of her.
“I'm sorry Arabella…”
“Just leave me alone!” She yelled, jetting away from him as he moved to grip her hand.
“Leave me the f*ck alone. I hate it here. I hate everyone!”
Blaze stood to his feet and stepped toward her despite her earlier protest. He pulled her into a hug and caressed her back.
“It's okay to cry.” He murmured. “You'll be fine.”
“How can I be fine?”
“You'll be.” Blaze said. He took her towards the bed and made her sit on it.
“I'll be right back. Don't leave the room.”
Arabella nodded and curved into the ball, sobbing.
