The blonde haired man finally tuned to Mila who retreated many steps away from .
"Miss , please . Do you think he would do an excellent job at protecting you?" The man with blonde hair pointed to the man draped in a black Catholic robe with a cross on it . The blonde haired man sounded offensive somehow , Mila could not tell why . "I ha-" before the blonde haired man could finish his words , a shadow came rushing towards them from the other end of the hallway .
The blonde haired man reacted right away by rushing towards Mila and picking her up , princess style . She had no choice but to hold on to him for dear life . The man's speed was unbelievable . He ran faster than any athletic Mila had gone to see at the running championship events. From where they ran , everything turned blurry in her eyes , until the man suddenly threw himself out the window , glass shattering everywhere .
The man in a Catholic robe kept on running , but never followed them out the window . He knew the church and maybe , he could get himself out with attempting this dangerous stunt the blonde haired man just pulled . Maybe . Just maybe .
As Zach's feet land on the ground , he finally checked up on the woman he held in his hands , only to realise that she is no longer conscious . "Shit ." He only muttered before he rushed over to where Augustus stood .
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Hours later .
Mila stirred from under the bed sheets before she groaned lightly as the pain from the back of her head made it's presence known . Her facial expression tightened into pain before she attempted to sit up from the bed , the palms of her hands feeling the silk sheets beneath her .
Having finally sat up and the pain having lessened, she finally fluttered her once tightly shutted eyes open only for her golden brown eyes to land on the glorious , imposing figure standing in the dark , staring at her .
"Twelve hours ." He spoke as he comes to stand besides the bed . "You desire sleep more than you desire the will to survive . " His voice brushed over her sore cheek like a caress , but the words themselves were cutting and cold .
She swallowed , but ended up hurting herself . Why does everything hurt ? She questions herself as she closes her eyes and she focuses on hiding her pained expressions from him . She is a waste of our time. His and ours . You are weak . Stupid girl . Morgan's words have hurt her more than enough and he too has witnessed how weak she is , even though he has never mentioned it . She just doesn't want them to keep on belittling her .
Mila's senses jolted awake as a spark flew into her stomach . Her eyes snapped to him . The feel of his finger running slowly down her cold nose to her cheek is the most awakening interaction she has ever had . All the other pains subdued . Is it because she is just too focus on the warm finger caressing her cheek or what ? Might be it . Must be it . She comforts herself .
"Come on ." He spoke before he took her hands in his and she realised that she is still sore and she was just focused on his warm finger earlier that she ignored her painful body . Her thighs clenched together while he helped her stand up . He was awfully gentle and Mila just wanted for him to be rude and look at her like she is just some prize or atleast that look of hatred he once gave her . She hates how his hand is firmly snaked around her waist while he helps her paddle across the room to the bath that she could see at the far end of the corner . She hates how he was looking attentively at her legs , as if fearing she might fall to the ground or trip .
God , why make my heart like this ? She could only question frustratedly to her saviour .
When they were finally at the end of the room which she was sure is a very spacious and luxury room even from the dark , he led her to the bathtub hidden behind the wooden divider .
A round bath tub filled with sizzling hot water was attached to the wall . Candles illuminated the space around , creating an atmosphere she hated so much . It was awfully romantic and why does it resemble those scences in the 1940's movies where the wife and husband who were forced to marry are now going to have a bath and the maids have lit the candles and urgh! It's always predictable what happens next but it still gets us screaming and kicking our legs up in the air . She hates it now .
"Take off your dress ."
She snapped back into focus at his deep voice.
"You can't , can you ?"
As if that wasn't a question , he suddenly stood behind her and lifted his hands to the back of her dress . "No !" She moved away from him quickly , injuring her back that has crashed into many things that she has lost count off back at the church .
She turned to look back at him , fearing he might kill her from behind . But will he ? Why is she so delusional ?
His face remained straight , but still , those silver eyes were glowing like he is amused at something , but his dark aura spoke otherwise .
"I have seen you naked a couple of times , little princess . Now do not devour any more of our time , take off your dress . I have some places to be at that require my attendance."
"Then leave ." She spoke without second thought .
He remained silent and she became nervous . She embraced herself and focused her eyes on the white shirt that he wore , realizing he isn't wearing his typical black shirts .
"I would , but I can not leave you here without confirmation that you will be healed . Now take of your dress because what I will do the second you disagree ... it won't be pleasant and it will most certainly traumatize your haunting friends over there ."
He didn't point where the shadows are but Mila's blood ran cold . She now knows why the shadows are considered 'dangerous' .
"No ." She disagreed secondly . Before he could do or say anything she spoke ," I do not feel comfortable with you watching me , so could you please give me some privacy." She pressed the last words , her teeth grinding .
He seemed to process her words before he spoke ," Ask nicely , little princess . Don't be disrespectful , I am not your age mate ."