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Lucca quickly turned to face me.
“I could kill him instead, brother.” His eyes looked down on me. “It’s best that you remember who I am now, and we are all fucking pieces. I’m just making sure the king is not taken out, because without it, there won’t be any moves left to keep the others alive.”
Nineteen
Davina
I knew something was bothering Ilias the moment I woke up finding him sitting by the chair a foot away from the bed. He was already dressed in dark jeans and a black tee. His hair was messy from running his fingers through it, his gaze centered on the bed and his eyes far away from the present.
“Hey.” My voice sounded raspy from sleep, but Ilias’s eyes shot up to mine.
“Hi.” He smiled softly. “Sleep well?”
“I did.” After everything that had happened the night before, and without Bo by my side, I was surprised at how well I’d slept. The ability to sleep through the guilt from what I’d done, as if it had never happened, sent a chill over my body. “And you?” I asked, trying to obscure my thoughts.
Ilias stayed silent, watching me. He never replied, he just gave me a short nod.
“Whenever you are ready, breakfast should be served any time now. After you eat, I thought we could go and pick up a few things you may need.”
I gripped the covers closer at the possibility of facing everyone in broad daylight. But I needed clothes, and most importantly, I needed to figure out a way to get my purse that I’d left at Ilias’s home. I shuddered at the thought of going back.
“Sure, let me freshen up.”
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I changed into the clothes Ilias had brought last night. I hesitated leaving as I watched my reflection in the mirror.
With my fair skin, my face still held pink and puffy spots from last night’s tears. The black leggings brought some comfort, that was before I stared at my scar. The short-sleeved white Henley couldn’t hide even an inch with its wide neck.
Shit.
“Davina?” Ilias knocked twice before he peeked his head inside.
I took my time before facing him. When I did, he just smiled. He just fucking smiled, his clear blues raking over my body.
“Fucking gorgeous.” And somehow, despite my wardrobe and puffy face, all I heard was honesty from his words.
Heat surged up my cheeks. “Thank you.”
Ilias extended his hand for me to take. I did, and his arms wrapped around me.
“Come on, let’s get going,” he said through my hair.
“Wait.” Pulling back, I looked up to him. “Are you okay?”
“Always worrying about me,” he joked, but it was in his eyes. They were troubled.
I let it go. I wasn’t the only one that had done an unspeakable thing yesterday. We were both working with our own demons, and mine ... mine screamed with rage in every breath.
As I followed Ilias closely through the corridors of this house, I no longer paid attention to the grand rooms or detailed décor. I was too focused in controlling my breathing to pacify the creeping anxiety that rose with each step.
Two large doors were opened with an invitation to enter the dining room. Before Ilias stepped inside, he looked back at me, pulling me next to him. I wiped my hands on my leggings, held my head high, and we walked in.
Only one other body was inside.
Lucca.
A plate with various fruits that were barely eaten rested below his hands as his phone held his attention. Lucca was dressed in yet another three-piece suit, composed, almost relaxed. That was until his eyes lifted, and I felt their burning stare on my scar.
I shifted under his scrutiny, hating myself for showing how much it bothered me.
