LYSSANDRA
‘’Stop being a fool and help me out.’’ I demanded.
For a second he just stared at me before he pouted and laughed away from me, lowering his head and smirking.
‘’Have you seen yourself?’’ asked Paris with his thumb still pressing the woman’s throat.
I did not speak as he finally let her free to breathe and he moved Adamantious carefully away from me..until he tossed him even further.
Getting down on his knees his eyes fell on my face. I could not help but realize how different he was at night. The body was still beautiful and yet he looked sicker. The colorful fabrics he was once wearing tight there were nothing more than a plain gray wide chiton. The top of his hair had a pitch-black shade that was growing lighter on each length. Right on his fingers there was a golden thread wrapped tight as if it was a rich beautiful ring. His eyes still had that playful color but I could see spots of gold scattered around. As if they were stars signed up.
Paris scoffed at me, his hand tracing on my jaw.
‘’What did you do here?’’He asked curiously and I could feel my entire body rising in heat.
No, not the time. The worst time possible. His fingers were so soft against my skin so gentle and I could only think…
‘’Are you sick?’’He looked at me densely.
Yes, sickness. That was it and only that. The awkward moment was seized as the woman had gained her strength and with her other hand rushed to us.
I was ready to move away but Paris was faster than that. His hand found her head and pushed her down to the harsh floor.
As she was surprisingly still alive, I could see Paris being all so amused by her struggling. The blood dripping from behind, her broken hand twitching, cries, and begging.
‘’Do not kill her’’I said dryly to him. His head turned on me, confused.
‘’My, such a good heart you have…even if she wanted you dead you will spare her-’’
‘’I do not care about it’’I admitted, cutting his words sharp. Right now, she was ordered by Dion to kill me. But she was not someone trained. She had a weak grip and her reflexes were even slower. If Dion wanted he could hire anyone with every gold he owned. He did give her the bracelets after all…
Unless.
Paris let her free and she moved her head up. Walking closer to her, I ripped off my bandage in front of both of them and put it slowly back on the woman’s head.
At first, she tried to struggle but her strength gave up.
‘’Now, you will show us where the infirmary is’’I told her softly. ‘’I will treat your hand’’I cupped her jaw, pulling her closer to me.’’And like a good girl, you will tell me everything.’’
The woman seemed stunned as she nodded slowly and looking back I found that Paris also looked at me with his cheeks all red.
We managed to take everyone to the infirmary of the brothel without people paying so much attention to them. The healer inside seemed to be quite busy treating bruises and more stitches. Me and Paris did try to keep her in good condition by putting a stick on her hand with fabric wrapped all around it, while Adamantious was resting on one of the beds, still all drugged and dozed. The woman’s blood loss stopped but she still hadn’t gained her entire strength. Sneaking to the healer’s medical supply was easy enough as he was not paying attention, taking herbs to give to the woman. At first, she hesitated but after a quick glare at me, she swallowed them all.
But when I tried to take herbs for myself, I could not help but notice some quick eyes glaring at me. And thus, with failure, I returned to the others.
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When the healer finally came to us, he took a look at the woman, telling us to leave her and Adamantious away.
‘’Come on’’I smirked at him but he had an empty gaze.
‘’We just need to talk to her-’’
‘’Out’’The healer commanded and then the woman spoke.
‘’I will find you later.’’
So we both got outside the infirmary, watching people pleasuring each other.
We took a seat at a table where a woman offered us a single jar of wine. Pars could not stop looking at the woman’s body as she was leaning closer to him, pouting her lips as if she was ready to kiss him. And he followed by moving to her.
I was expecting him to be bold enough to kiss in front of me.
‘’Shall she stay?’’Paris looked at me with his wicked smile and I could only think of how he broke that woman’s wrist. He tossed her like she was nothing. She was bleeding…
In the end, I shook my head and he told the woman to go away and he kept looking at me with his cunning eyes. I tried to avoid him when my head turned to the people. Each touch felt like a dance, each sound was a melody. Everything around me felt like a celebration. And I was not a part of it. And the side effects of the drug made it far worse.
Then, Paris sighed deeply to make me pay attention to him.
‘’You know oracle’’He took the jar of wine and started drinking.’’This is place for pleasure…not for just staring.’’
My brow arched and my head was certainly heavy as I moved closer to him.’’And what are you suggesting?’’
What did I just…
His eyes opened wide and his confident act for a moment stopped.
‘’Are you so curious?’’He huffed and looked around.’’Well, back when I was younger…’’
He said that as if he was someone ancient. And he barely looked thirty.
‘’Women and men were dancing for me, begging me to just stare at them by using their movements.’’
‘’Sure’’I said dryly, trying to lower his hubris but it wouldn’t be a lie for everyone to find him attractive. Even now I could see old and very young workers watching him with such an interest.
‘’Don’t you believe me?’’ Paris jumped in front of me with a wide smile.
With a tongue and a body like his, he could have anyone he wanted with a snap of his fingers. Maybe before coming here, he was a healer getting something else for his help. Or his tactics of healing were a trick of…
So, stupid woman, stop thinking those thoughts when you are in this condition.
I wanted to speak but my eyes felt right down at his neckline where his chest was usually bared and I could not stop thinking of how appealing he looked now with his fabric covering. Letting something to the imagination?
Oh shit, I sound like a creep.
‘’Now my oracle’’Paris, index finger touched underneath my jaw, lifting me to stare at him.
‘’Are you one of the people who want my attention too?’’He giggled.
The drug began to work even more now, I could not listen to the music slowly vanishing. The celebration ceased to exist. The dancers and the lovers were all gone. It was just me and him.
‘’Are you perhaps…’’ His hand traced around my throat. Just like when he did it to that woman. The blood, the panting.
‘’Scared of me?’’
He would do that to you in a second. Break you to a pulp.
And yet, he almost killed someone. For me. He was doing it for me to be alive.
He stopped when I told him to. All this arrogance could vanish if I would say, wouldn’t it?
I smirked as I leaned closer to him.’’Should I ?’’I whispered close to his ear with my eye finding his entire face flushing.
Paris painted.’’Just a little.’’
It was that stupid drug. Because I should have been thinking more important things and yet every thought of mine was how good Paris would look underneath me. Kneeling like a follower mesmerized by their god’s statue. His fingers dug at my hips, caressing every detail like a common mortal touching the first gold in his life. His voice echoed like an artist calling his muse.
What would happen if I made him bleed like he did to that woman?
I didn’t realize how close my lips were to his. And his eyes were darting.
‘’Shit’’I narrowed and moved my head down to the table.
I was dying, people wanted me dead and gone, someone that I cared about was in the infirmary and now I could only think how would Paris body look between my leg-
The thought was cut off by the woman who tried to kill us. She was standing in front of us with bandages around her neck.