Nico
"Are you absolutely certain we shouldn't call the resort's medical staff for assistance?" Alaric asked for the umpteenth time, his voice tight with an anxiety that seemed to vibrate through the narrow hallway as we stepped into my private suite.
I didn't bother giving him a verbal reply, merely shaking my head in a silent, dismissive refusal as I closed the heavy door behind us and locked it.
I didn't care about the steady throb in my bleeding wrists or the warmth of the blood beginning to smear against my skin.
The physical pain was entirely irrelevant. The only thought clawing its way through the chaotic fog in my mind was knowing that he was safe, right here in this room with me, and he had promised not to leave.
I trusted him. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I actually allowed myself to believe his words.
