My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 8

Lyra looks up not really sure she heard right. Never has anyone asked for her opinion and least

of all if she wants food. Blinking she keeps looking at Jaze and for the first time she looks at him

with something other than fear. He confuses her. One moment he acts just like Elmir and his

friends then the next he asks if she is hungry. Not even on his most mellow days did Elmir speak

as soft or nicely as Jaze. Makes her wonder what he wants.

"Should I take that as a no or yes?"

"..."

"Could you please help old Jaze here by at least nodding or something?"

"Old?"

"Not the answer I was looking for but at least you spoke."

"What do you mean old?"

"It’s only a figure of speech, or not." mumbling the last part more to himself than her.

Lyra watch as he smiles and tilts her head in wonder, thinking he looks much younger when

smiling. Tilting her head a little more she continues to study the man in front of her and keep

thinking that it’s not often a genuine smile has been directed at her. It feels odd and out of

place somehow. Without thinking she slowly crawls closer and gently touches his lips wanting

to feel the smile. Occupied with that she misses the amused glint in his eyes.

What are you doing mousy?"

Taken out of her own thoughts she realizes that what she did might not have been approved of

and moves backwards quickly. "I'm sorry." Fiddling with her fingers she curses herself several

times over in her head for touching him like that. For touching him without permission. It has

been a long time since she last did something so thoughtless and foolish. Thoughts of severe

beatings flashes through her mind like a picture slider making her heart rate speed up. She

refuses to meet his intense eyes despite feeling his gaze on her. Anytime soon he will surely

dish out a blow.

"What are you sorry for?"

Jaze don’t sound angry or in any way threatening. Surprised by the softness in his voice she

turns her head and looks at him from the corner of her eyes. He is calmly resting against the

headboard the same way he has been doing since she woke up.

"For touching you." She clarifies while wondering if this is some type of punishment. Forcing

her to point out her own wrongdoings?

"No harm done so no need for you to be sorry."

"Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

"Not getting angry at me."

Only a soft humming slips out as if he is deep in thoughts but his eyes appears to see everything

that is her. Nothing seems to escape or go unnoticed. "There is no reason for me to get angry

and I can promise you that such a day will never come either. Don't ever be afraid around me,

mousy."

He sounds almost pleading but that can’t be right? Feeling brave she takes the time to really

study him. Hair black as the night with the sides cut short and the rest longer and tousled. Black

fitted jeans and a black button up shirt. Well-built with a broad chest, shoulders and back. Long

legs also packed with muscles. Light skin just like her. Tall, dark and handsome suited him well.

Taking a chance Lyra diverts her attention away from him and starts to look around. Admiring

the beautiful bedroom, she can't refrain from comparing it with the one she shared with HIM.

Both rooms are roughly the same size but that's all. This one is more welcoming and warmer

with soft creamed colored walls, large white rug and black furniture. Above them small spots

are placed and are the only lights on at the moment. There are two lamps standing on

nervously she is unable to look at him.

“I promise to cook whatever you wish for.”

"Pancakes...?" she asks hesitantly.

She is rewarded with the brightest smile she’s ever seen. "Pancakes it is."

Fascinated she watches him pick stuff out from the fridge and cabinets and gathering

everything around a large bowl. Eyes glued to him she follows every little movement as he

prepares the ingredients skillfully.

"You don't talk much do you?"

"I'm sorry..."

"No need to say sorry. I simply asked because it feels like I'm alone in here." He explains softly

without looking away from the stove.

"...You want me to speak?"

"Only of you want to, but yes, it would be nice."

She heard the little chuckle he let out. It sounded so warm and friendly. For someone so tall

and well-built he sure is very fluid in his movements and welcoming in his ways. Seems to

always be relaxed and often smiling. Nothing like HIM and those associated with him.

"There we go. Enjoy!"

Eyeing the plate in astonishment she almost drools on the plate. Lyra has a hard time grasping

that these four pancakes are for her. This is the first time someone has ever given her home

cooked food and warm on top of everything. She can't even recall a time where another human

being showed her this amount of kindness before. Overwhelmed she barely manages to stutter

out her gratitude.

"T-thank y-yo-u..."