Chapter 202
Chapter 202
It took my a few seconds to process all the emotions that were going through me at seeing Greyson laying on the bed so care free. What was he thinking? How could he have done something like this without telling me, when he knew just how much it was going to bother me.
At a point in our relationship, we had stayed apart. We had slept in different rooms but from the moment that it became official enough to share a room, we had never gone back. We slept on the same bed together, no matter how upset one was with the other.
I moved towards the bed and reached to put a palm across his forehead. Maybe he had felt sick and didn’t want to disturb me through the night. The man could be sweet like that sometimes.
The moment my very warm palm pressed against his slightly cold forehead, Greyson groaned as if in pain, before turning away from me and sighing in what sounded like relief, and in the next minute he whispered a word that sent rage coursing through my body.
Estel? What the hell?
I immediately began pushing him on the bed trying to wake him up.
The moment his eyes flip open, confusion flooded them first but soon it is replaced with anger.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” He hissed angrily at me and my blood boiled even faster.
“W–what the hell I’m doing in here? How about what the hell are you doing in here, moshing Estel in your sleep.” I screamed out at him.
That look of confusion that had previously been in his eyes when he had first flipped them covered his eyes again and destabilize me. I couldn’t understand or grasp how he could move from anger to confusion and just as the thought ran through my mind, his face pinched in anger once more.
“Don’t be stupid Freya.” He said.
In the most contempt filled voice I had ever known him to use with me. Not even while I was a slave did Greyson ever regard me with such hatred and anger before. It was scary. Too scary.
A string of insults was about to escape my lips when I caught sight of the mark on his neck. It was starting to fade too.
A gasp escaped my lips before I could control it and I move from my side of the bed to the part where Greyson was sat and took his face in my hands to observe his neck.
I run a finger through the mark and I could feel as Greyson tensed under my fingers. I was beyond confused about the happenings around me at this point.
“What are you doing Freya.” Greyson asked.
“Your mate mark. It’s fading. The same with mine, that’s the major reason I even came to find you. What’s happening?”
Greyson pulled me into his arms and moving my head to the side he began inspecting the side of my neck that held the
mark.
He soon moved from the bed to the dresser at the end of the room and inspected his own neck. He turned back to me after he seemed satisfied with whatever observation he had found.
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“They both look fine to me Freya.” He dismissed, moving towards the door and leaving me utterly confused, surprised and
angry
How could he just dismiss me like that? How could he see his obviously fading mark and say that it looked fine to him.
Just as he placed his hand on the knob of the door, he turns around and looks me in the eyes for the first time since he flipped them open.
“Maybe the reason I didn’t sleep in bed with you last night, is because you smell like death. I advice you take a bath with the sweetest scented soap you have because you smell even worse this morning.” He said and pulling open the door, he exited the room without so much as a backward glance my way.
This was definitely not my mate.
