Chapter 30 - 34
Avara POV
My eyes flutter open, mauve light sifts through, and I wake up fully. The memories are flooding back and I try to only focus on the good one. I scramble out of the cocoon of blankets, dressed in his short-sleeve shirt that comes above my knees. A cluttered desk pressed against the glass railing, atop the table surface is building plans, scrolls of blueprint layouts—the architecture and the interior design inform that it’s a house—a very big one. A series of alluring and arousing grunts entices me away from the front, drawing to the side so I can perch my wrists on the spine of the railing. From above, I watch him, Botan’s hands are bolted to the bar as he does an untold amount of reps. The pull-up bar rack positioned in front of the far-reaching windows. Taut muscles bunching in his back, rippling with every movement. A gear-churning sound forces my gaze away. Shortly, a man appears, sauntering to Botan, his hair medium length, a bright white gelled back.
Botan switches to doing pull-ups with only one arm.
The man snorts. "Trying to impress me... because it’s working."
"Where is he?"
"At the den strapped to the table like—" His eyes fly up to me. His hand flashes to his gun on impulse, then he drops it. "That’s why we took her? So you could fuck the mayor’s daughter?"
He drops to the ground, leveling him with a violent glare.
"Go. I’ll call you when I need you."
He swallows a response, pitching a glare up at me before he leaves. I descend the staircase, only to plop down on the third last step dejectedly.
Botan ambles into my field of view, looking down at me. "Do you want me to take you home?"
The thought of it is just unbearable.
I shake my head. "No. To Kelsey."