I've gone numb. I don't know what to feel. He is cruel. He's so cruel. Everything he does just validates the decision I made to hide from him. I don't even know what they did to Harvey. I hope he is being given medical attention. For the first time, I realize how truly powerless I am, when I'm with him.

I think a lot of his decisions stem from the fact that I hid from him. He's angry at me, and it's coming out in a lot of different ways. There are so many things, he hasn't addressed with me. After all, it's only been a day. I shudder to think what he's going to do if he ever finds out I knew since I was twelve. I told him nineteen though. How did he even know I was lying?

I wander back into my room, change into a pair of silk short shorts and a spaghetti strapped tanktop. There's nothing I can do but sleep. Today's events have tired me out, as is. So I snuggle into the sheets into my room and fall asleep.

My eyes fly open with the sound of my door being open. Zyon saunters in,

His eyes narrow.

His eyes flash gold. This man really loses it quick. He walks over to me, and once again, I'm thrown over his shoulders. I'm kicking my legs, throwing fists to his back and screaming my lungs out but it makes no difference to him. He walks out of my room and into his own and I'm surrounded by the intoxicating scent that makes my head dizzy. Before, I can recover, I'm sent flying onto the bed. I land with a thud. I look around me. If I thought my room was beautiful, his is exquisite. It's in darker tones, compared to mine, but I can't help appreciating it. When I turn back to Zyon, he's pulling off his shirt. My eyes roam his chest, his shoulders, his arms. He's insanely perfect- as always, the most good-looking man I have ever laid eyes on. I sense the feelings from when I was younger creeping back in, but before they do, I'm off the bed, darting towards the exit. I'm so focused at not looking at him, that I don't see him stick his foot out, because of which I trip and go tumbling onto the floor.

I can't believe he just tripped me. I look up at him from the floor, but he just looks at me amused and then unzips his pants. My eyes go wide, I quickly look away. I hear him take off his pants, my heart-rate accelerates and I want nothing more than to get out of here. That's a lie. I desperately want to look at him. I scramble up, but the minute I take a step towards the door, I feel an arm around my waist that pulls me up, throws me back onto the bed and I'm right where I started. I let out a scream of frustration.

There was a time, I would have wanted nothing more than to sleep next to this man. But I know that he's angry, I know that he has questions, I know that he has waited for his mate for a long time, so I'm afraid that he doesn't just want me to sleep next to him. He wants a lot more. I also don't want to be tied to his bed, so I don't risk running out of his room. He makes good on his threats. I'm aware of that much.

So I grab the blanket, and with a huff, push myself to lie down. It's his stupid comment that sets me over the edge. He thinks he controls me, that he can dictate my actions and when I don't follow them, he would force or blackmail me into following them. So I pick up the pillow and throw it right at him. It hits him in the chest as I glare daggers at him.

I'm sitting on my knees on the bed now, as I start to yell. "

He puts his hands down onto the bed and pauses for a second. I'm waiting for what he has to say, but instead out of no where, he pounces onto me. I'm thrown onto my back, my knees folding underneath me so, im lying down in the most uncomfortable position, with him on top of me. His hand trails down from my shoulders, over my breasts and stops at my stomach. I gulp, and grab his hand trying to stop him from going any lower.

He lowers his head closer to mine. He's looking directly into my eyes. Goddess why did he have to have such beautiful eyes? His hand trails further down, as he says this. My breath hitches as he puts his hand up my shirt and rests it on my stomach.

I keep my mouth shut, trying to ignore the way his hand feels on my skin. The tingles exploding from his touch, his mouth so close to mine. His scent is intoxicating. It's so hard to fight my attraction to him. Somewhere in my head, the fifteen year old in me is screaming, to just lean my head in and kiss him. I wonder how his mouth would feel on mine. The fifteen year old part of me wont shut up. I have to consciously, push her back down. Why can't he have a conversation with me without touching me? I can't think when he touches me. I gulp, look up from his lips, directly into his eyes, and I just shake my head to tell him I won't.

My face flushes in embarrassment, as I clench my legs together. I think he feels what I'm trying to do, because he just smirks. And then he rolls of me. I'm immediately on my side, so I don't have to face him. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his body.

Before I realize it, I'm fast asleep. In his arms.