Dinner goes from bad to worse very quickly but I manage to keep myself out of the fray completely. Itâs not an easy task, especially with North insisting on ordering all of my dishes for me as though Iâm not capable of choosing anything for myself. Itâs so insulting and demeaning that I really do have to talk myself out of stabbing the asshole in the throat with my fork.
The salmon en papillote is to die for and I hate him for choosing it for me because how the fuck does he know that I prefer fish and seafood over anything if given the option?
Two of the councilmen spend the entire dinner arguing with him in that polite âboys clubâ way they all have. I keep my mouth shut, only speaking when addressed directly, and smile prettily at all of the servers because no one else here uses manners to them at all.
By the time we get back into the car, I want to die.
Not just because the entire evening has sucked the will to live right out of me, but also because Iâm cramping like a motherfucker and thereâs a good chance Iâm bleeding all over this ridiculous gown right now. I ask North to stop the car at a drugstore on the way back and he completely ignores me, directing the car back to the dorms and leaving me there without a single kind word or, I dunno, for dealing with this night so well.
I really fucking hate him.
I strip out of the gown the minute I get back to my room and, sure enough, thereâs blood fucking everywhere. I wrap a towel around myself and walk to the shared bathrooms, even though itâs peak hour and theyâre all giggling and laughing at me for my state.
I donât care about their opinions but, fuck, a friendly face would be nice right now. I do my best to ignore them, and all of the bullshit Iâm going to have to deal with because of this, and instead crawl into my small, uncomfortable bed. The thin blanket scratches at my oversensitive skin, but Iâm shivering and need whatever help I can get to regulate my body temperature.
The pain in my stomach is so bad that I can feel it radiating through to my fingers and toes, not a single inch of my body spared from the ache. I quickly check my phone to see if thereâs any drug stores close by that I can make it to before my curfew with no luck. Every single one of them in this small college town would be at least a half hour round trip.
I donât think North would consider this a good reason for breaking my curfew, especially since he wouldnât even stop at the drug store for me. All Iâd get from him would be a lecture about how I deserve to feel some discomfort after what Iâd put them all through.
I try to rest but instead I slip in and out of sleep, the pain waking me up more often than not, and I donât know how long thatâs been going on when Iâm startled by a knock at the door. I consider ignoring it because getting up is going to cost me. I lay there and try to figure out if I can even get up, and then I hear the door unlock.
Who the hell has a key to my door?
It swings open and Gryphon steps through. He is the last of my Bonds I expect to be here. He stands and looks over me critically, his eyes taking in every inch of my disheveled form. Iâve never been so aware of how much of a mess I must look. Heâs standing there dressed in his ripped jeans and biker boots, with a leather jacket slung over his shoulders and his hair curling around to his chin. His jaw keeps flexing like heâs grinding his teeth and he looks as though heâs fuming.
âIâm going to need you to be really honest right now, Oleander. The girls downstairs are saying this is a botched abortion. I checked your GPS tracker and I know that it canât be unless you did it in a bathroom stall by yourself over lunchtime. So, whatâs going on?â
Hot tears of rage fill my eyes and I think about risking the wrath of North by running away from this fucking place. âDoes it even matter what I say to you? Itâs not like you will believe me anyway.â
His eyes follow the silent tracks of tears down my cheeks and I wipe them away hastily. Damn him for seeing me at such a freaking low point!
âJust tell me the truth.â
I roll my eyes even though it hurts me to do such a small movement. âWell, itâs not a fucking abortion and itâs not a miscarriage. I have my period and Iâm in a lot of pain. Itâs like this every time I get it but normally, I can get pain medication that will help. I donât have a bank card to get it delivered, and all of the drug stores are too far away to get back in time for curfew. Iâm here for the long haul tonight and tomorrow, Iâll just have to be late for classes to get the damn Midol.â
His eyes widen. I guess he wasnât expecting that sort of honesty from me tonight. Either that, or he doesnât believe me, which, to be honest, Iâm in enough pain that I donât care. I just want him to leave me the hell alone until Iâm feeling up for this sort of interrogation.
He nods at me slowly and then he hits the lights, the whole room plunging into darkness. My breathing becomes a little unsteady which, again, hurts a whole fucking lot. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
He doesnât answer me. He steps up closer to the bed and then I hear the rustling of his clothes. I swear to God I could laugh in his face. I just told him that Iâm in complete agony and he wants to bond?
âYou need to leave. I canât give you what you want right now.â
He scoffs at me and I feel his hands moving me on the bed so that Iâm teetering on the edge, then he slides in behind me. My heart begins to race so hard I can hear it pulsing in my ears.
âGryphon, what the hell ââ
âJust shut up,â he snaps.
He pulls me back into his chest so that Iâm laying a little more on the bed, and then one of his hands splays out on my bare stomach underneath my thin nightshirt. His palm is warm but it becomes scalding hot as his power flows through his skin and into mine.
The pain stops.
I start to cry all over again.
I stay stiff in his arms, mostly to stop the sobs from taking over my entire body and letting him know exactly how freaking pathetic I am. It doesnât bother him, he starts to move me, just little adjustments until Iâm more secure in his arms and weâre both comfortably wrapped up together.
I wait until I think my voice will be steady and not drenched with my tears before I croak out, âThank you.â
He hums under his breath dismissively. I feel like the worldâs biggest fucking bitch and itâs because of that, or the warm drugging sensation of his power, that I add, âLeaving you was the hardest thing Iâve ever had to do. This pain is nothing compared to that.â
His arms tighten around me until I think I canât breathe, but it only makes me feel⦠safer.
I fall asleep easier and more deeply than I have in .
I WAKEÂ up alone in my bed.
My cramps are back but much more manageable, thank God. I feel bloated and cranky and ready to rip the faces off of any bitches that start on me today. I go and take a shower, thankful that the shared bathroom is blissfully empty.
I do have a little chuckle at the thought of Northâs face if he found out Iâd gotten into a fight with some of these girls. I can only imagine how terribly embarrassing that would be for the great Councilman himself. Then I remember his complete dismissal of me when heâd dropped me back here last night and the smile just falls straight off of my face. It doesnât matter what they think. Iâll keep telling myself that until it sinks in.
I dry off and head back to my room to pull my clothes on for the day. I aim for comfortable cute, needing what little armor I can have against these people, and I have my shirt halfway over my head when Gryphon unlocks my bedroom door and walks through. He doesnât look up at me or notice my state of undress as he grabs the door to shut it and lock it behind him.
I manage to get the shirt over my bra before his eyes finally touch me. He doesnât show any sign of being shocked, but he does take his time in dragging his eyes over my bare legs. Iâm glad I chose cute underwear today because usually I stick with comfort while Iâm on my period. The black bikini briefs are simple but sexy enough.
He glances at me. âI grabbed you the pills you need. I also grabbed a heat pack and some junk food. My sister lives on candy when sheâs PMSing so I guessed youâd want that too,â he says, holding the plastic bag out to me.
I just stand there and blink at him for a second. âWhy would you do that?â
He puts the bag down on my bed when itâs clear Iâm not going to take it. I finally remember that Iâm not wearing any pants and stumble over to my bag to grab my jeans, forgetting my plans for yoga pants now that Gryphon is here looking as hot as hell. I turn away from him to shove my legs in and try not to wince as I do them up. Why canât they make cute jeans that donât squeeze your uterus like a damn vise?
âIâm going to ask you a question and I want you to answer it honestly.â
I grimace and give him a side-eye. âAnd why would I answer it for you?â
He scoffs at me. âI helped you last night, didnât I? Itâs a simple question, nothing too revealing.â
My eyes narrow as I take him in. He did help me, he helped me more than he knows. It wasnât just the pain I was feeling that he helped with, I was starting to feel like I couldnât keep going here, but he changed that with a single act of kindness. I guess I do sort of owe him something.
I shrug. âIâll answer what I can. I canât promise you any more than that.â
I grab the Midol out of the bag and take it without any water, the pill dragging down my throat a little, then I sit on the bed to pull my shoes on. I donât have long until my classes start and I need to eat something before or Iâll have to wait until lunch and that sounds like another form of torture. I really donât want one of the Draven brothers up my ass today. Iâll be too likely to throat punch one of them and I need to hold onto my control.
Itâs getting harder and harder to do.
âDid you want to run away from us, or were you forced?â
Itâs an open question, open enough that I can answer it honestly without completely fucking my life up, so I sigh and give him a wry smile. âIâll answer, but you wonât believe me anyway. I had no other choice. I canât say any more without risking you and the other Bonds and, despite what you all think, everything Iâve done is to keep you safe.â
His eyes burn into my skin, hotter than his power had been on my stomach last night. âTell me who is threatening you.â
I shake my head. âI canât tell you. I canât tell anyone.â
I watch as he grinds his teeth again, something he clearly does when I piss him off. Weâve barely spent any time together and yet I already know this about him. âWhat if I promise not to tell the other Bonds, would you tell me then? We could keep it between us and Iâll deal with the issue.â
I laugh at him as I stand and sling my bag over my shoulder. âNox is your best friend, you sit through all of his bullshit at the stupid dinners. Thereâs no way you wouldnât tell him. It doesnât matter anyway; I canât tell you.â
The glare on his face gets darker and when I step towards the door, he doesnât move away. Iâll have to brush against his body to get past him but as I move to do so, his arms shoot out and grab me. My breath leaks out of my lungs.
Too close. Heâs too close and Iâm too close to breaking the fuck down.
He stares into my eyes for a second before pulling a credit card out of his pocket and slipping it into mine. âThatâs yours. Youâll use it for anything you need from now on. Order in food, pills, a new fucking bed, I donât care. Just use it.â
Holy shit.
My brow furrows at him and I struggle to find the right words. âWhy would you do that? I donât want to take anything from you. If you could just get North to let me find a job, I can take care of myself.â
The hand he still has wrapped around one of my arms tightens. âTell me you will use it if you need it.â
I roll my eyes at him for ignoring me. âFine.â
I pull my arm out of his grasp and take another step towards the door, but he clearly has no intention of letting me go. He grabs me again, spinning until he can pin me against it with his body. A gasp rips its way out of my throat and he leans down, his eyes still hot with that intense heat of his, and he whispers, âSay it and mean it. Thereâs nothing worse than a liar.â
I swallow and gasp out, âIâll use it if I have to but I still want a job of my own.â
He lifts one of his hands to trace the side of my face. âNorth will never risk losing you again. I donât think he will ever let you find a job, but if you ask him directly, Iâll side with you.â
I canât breathe with him this close to me, with the hard lines of his chest pressed against me, and he doesnât make a move away from me, just holds me there against the door. The buzzing of his phone in his pocket pressed between us breaks the spell, and he curses under his breath as he steps away.
âGrab your shit, Iâll drive you down to the dining hall.â
He steps out of the room without another word, hovering by the door until I get it locked. The hallway is full of girls, all of them staring at him like heâs a slab of meat, but he doesnât acknowledge them. He walks slowly enough that I can keep the pace without running, not that I would today with how freaking bloated I am, and then I realize that he knows that and is adjusting for me.
I donât know what to do with that sort of consideration.
Iâm just as awkward getting into his car this time around as I was the first time. I shoot Gabe a text to tell him where I am and then I shove the phone back into my bag. Gryphon doesnât say a word and the three minute car ride is silent.
When we pull up at the dining hall, I clear my throat. âI really appreciate-â
âAre you going to try running off again?â he cuts me off, his eyes scanning the campus like heâs expecting me to be snatched off of the curb in broad daylight.
I frown and rub at the back of my neck, the little bump of the GPS chip still easy to find. It still kind of aches and I push at it to really feel the burn. âNo.â
Gryphonâs eyes drop to my fidgeting and he says, âWould you run if we couldnât track you?â
He can smell my lies so I go with the truth. âI would have to run. Itâs better that way.â
He nods slowly. âYou could tell me, you know. It might change a lot of things for you around here.â
I shrug. âWe both know it wonât. Your bestie has already told me thereâs no excuse good enough for him to accept. Iâm trapped here, and because of that, bad shit is going to happen. Iâm doing everything I can to stop it but⦠itâs probably going to happen anyway.â
His fingers drum on the steering wheel. âThe problem is that I know that you believe that. I just also know that whatever it is, you should have come to us about it instead of running. You should have trusted us.â
I laugh at him, dark and freaking desperate. âOh yeah? I was fourteen. Did you know my parents both died right before I was tested? Did you know I lost everything and⦠it happened? Iâd just found out I was going to have Bonds and everything was going to be ok. Iâd lost them, you know? Iâd lost everything.â
Gryphonâs hands tighten so hard that the leather of the steering wheel creaks. âDid you want your Bonds? Back then?â
I blink back the tears that always come when I think about that time. âMore than anything, thatâs what I wanted.â
He nods. âAnd now? Do you want your Bonds now?â
I reach for the handle on the door to escape. I have to get the hell out of this car before he gets another truth out of me, the only truth here that eats at me every time I find myself trapped with one of them.
âOli, answer me. Do you want your Bonds or not?â he growls, pushing the lock button to stop me from getting out.
I glance back at him, glaring at him for doing this shit to me. âThereâs no point in answering it. I canât have these Bonds. You all hate me, and I know itâs too dangerous to try. Iâm better off alone.â
I get out but I hear his words before the door slams shut behind me. âThat might be your truth, but itâs not mine.â
I need to stay the hell away from them all.