Chapter 135: My wife
Belle remained in Quinn’s tent, her patience wearing thin as the guards refused to let her leave. Mia, unwilling to wait idly any longer, had ventured off to spy on the meeting, hoping to learn why it was taking so long. Yet she had yet to return, only adding to Belle’s growing unease.
She considered slipping out through the side of the tent, but the heavy presence of guards surrounding it made escape impossible. Why was he keeping her here? The longer she waited, the more restless she became. And then there was her mother, why had she suddenly appeared in her dream? Maddie had once said there was a reason for her being here. Could it be true? If she had not been sent to this place, she would never have learned that her mother was a witch, nor that she herself was one. If her mother had been a black witch, then perhaps Christabel could tell her more. Was it merely a dream, or had her mother truly reached out to her?
Her thoughts were abruptly shattered as the tent’s entrance flew open, and her gaze landed on Quinn...bleeding!
Her eyes widened in horror, her heart pounding as she rushed to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him as tears spilled down her cheeks.
"No! I take back everything I said earlier, I didn’t mean it! I still want you! Please, do not die!" She cried, clutching him desperately.
"You are more likely to kill me than the wound itself," he muttered, his voice strained.
Realizing her grip was too tight, she quickly let go, hastily wiping her tears. But as her gaze dropped to the injury, embarrassment crept over her, it was merely a cut on his side, nothing life-threatening.
"That was... an overreaction," she admitted, inching backward, only for Quinn to seize her by the waist and pull her against him.
Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers.
Her body yielded without hesitation, her eyes fluttering shut as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Like a starved beast at last given sustenance, Quinn devoured her lips, his mouth hungrily capturing first her lower lip, then her upper. His sword clattered to the ground as he deepened the kiss, pulling her with him toward the bed.
Lowering them onto the mattress, he hovered over her, never once breaking their heated embrace.