REWRITTEN CHAPTER 66. VANYA: MATED?
I never imagined myself helping a man like Obsidian in the bathroom. Not only did I have to help him use the toilet but I also had to help him shower, without the touching of course, and then I had to help him dress too.
It was awkward as hell.
Obsidian had insisted on showering and made it clear that he was going to do it with or without my help, but halfway through his shower whatever strength he had, had deserted him. He could barely stand on his own.
The track back to the bed was made at a snail’s pace because we had to stop every few seconds. We were only a few steps away from the bed when his legs gave way beneath him.
Instead of trying to get up again, Obsidian had moved to lean back against the bed.
I stared down at him until my eyes locked on his dripping hair. Grabbing a dry towel from the bathroom and a hairbrush, I took a seat on the bed behind him and moved my legs to rest on either side of his broad shoulders.
His body jerked when I stared rubbing his hair dry.
“You said that you didn’t want me as your mate,” I whispered, knowing that he could hear me.
“I lied.”
I licked my lips as I carefully considered my next question. “W-who’s Lindsey?”
Obsidian was silent for so long that I thought he had passed out, but he sighed and shifted slightly before he answered my question.
“She was someone I thought I wanted as my mate,” he muttered. “We. . .grew up together.”
My mind trailed back to the photo I had found of the woman with the ugly green eyes and brown hair.
“What happened to her?”
“I killed her.”
My hands froze. Swallowing, I shook away the images flashing through my mind and focused on what he was saying.
“A few years after I was. . .birthed, they gave me to Lindsey’s mother because I was defective to them.” He paused for a few minutes. “Lindsey was her daughter. We became friends but things changed as we got older.”
I exchanged the towel for the hairbrush. “Why did you k-kill her?”
Obsidian didn’t answer my question and I didn’t push him. I wanted to know why he still had a photo of her. I wanted to know if he loved her. I wanted to know if he had threatened to kill her too if she ever betrayed him.
Obsidian’s low purrs broke the silence that hung between us.
Once his hair was tangle free, I placed the brush aside and started running my fingers through the greasy strands.
“It’s to remind me that humans cannot be trusted,” he whispered. “Her photo,” he clarified after a second.
He sat up and grunted as he struggled to turn around. “I know that you wouldn’t hurt us.”
My eyes darted over his face. “But you still don’t trust me.”
His eyes dropped which was answer enough.
We could go forward from here. We could pretend that what happened never happened but our relationship wasn’t going to work if there was no trust. It wouldn’t last if it was built only on lust and one-sided love.
I was certain that Obsidian didn’t love me, but the question was whether he would ever grow to love me like I loved him, or if he would always be second-guessing me.
“I never meant to hurt you so badly, Vanya,” he rasped. “I knew that he wanted me to attack you so I thought that if I did what he wanted then I could get you out.”
“We got out,” I whispered.
“And you almost died.” Obsidian pressed his face to my stomach. “I would rather kill myself than hurt you like that again.”
“Please don’t say that.”
He raised his head and stared up at me. “It’s the truth.”
I reached up to touch him but his flinch made me drop my hand again.
Obsidian lowered his head and surprised me by grabbing my hand and pressing it to his cheek. His fingers curled around mine to hold my hand in place. A sigh fell from his lips a second later.
“Forgive me, sweets.”
I pursed my lips as he repeated the words a few more times. Pulling my hand from his, I frowned down at him. “I feel like there’s another reason for you wanting my forgiveness.”
He swallowed. “I-I accidentally mated you already.”
My frown deepened. “What does that mean?”
“I. . .I. . .we. . .” he sucked in a breath. “I accidentally bonded us.”