Chapter 20: Taming His Little Lamb
When Samantha regained consciousness, she didn’t move from the bed she laid on, neither did she say a word or bother to question where she was. A normal person would panic at this point after finding themselves in a strange place, but Samantha thought she was anything but normal.
She didn’t panic and just kept staring at the high ceiling, counting the imaginary stars she thought she was seeing. She knew she was slowly losing her mind but who in the damn world would care???
Every nerve in her body throbbed painfully, she could barely get her limbs to move even when she tried countlessly, and her throat felt dry and patched. She hadn’t eaten anything, not even a glass of water was offered to her so she could quench her thirst. She hadn’t slept well for many days and now, so much has happened in her life that it was time she no longer bothered about it.
Running her fingers along the lines of her throat, Samantha’s face was scrunched faintly, but one look at her gentle eyebrows and one would see they had slanted in pain.
Nothing surprised her as the sore pain from her throat intensified, and dying was also not an option, she wasn’t even allowed to die. The guilt of leaving her brother behind and failing to get justice for her Father were the only thing that kept her going, even if it meant finding herself within the reach of the Vampire prince.
"How long are you going to pretend to be a statue?" That familiar deep velvety voice rang in her ear, and her eyes instinctively snapped wide. She could hear his footsteps as he approached where she laid, but before she could turn her head to see the man that spoke to her, a glass of clean sparkling water was stretched to her face for her to see. If she hadn’t stopped in her movement, she would have knocked the glass off.
"Sit up and drink this." His emotionless voice made Samantha look away from the glass to meet the face of Ivan. He still held the glass of water, patiently waiting for her to take it from his grip.
Meeting those red orbs, Samantha felt a shiver run down her spine, not just from the coldness of his voice, but from the way he looked at her. She couldn’t tell if he was angry, annoyed or something else entirely.
Averting her gaze, she grabbed onto the bed sheet and tried to pull herself up into a sitting position. She let out a soft painful hiss, but still tried to sit up anyways as she couldn’t afford to get too comfortable.
Receiving the glass of water from Ivan with her shaky hands, the young Prince suddenly withdrew his hand, taking it away from her reach. The look he gave her made her feel anything but peaceful. What was his problem now?
"Open your mouth." He ordered, but Samantha blinked like she didn’t understand the English he was speaking.