King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sephie

As if on cue, my body started shaking uncontrollably. Sometimes it was just my legs, but this time it was my entire body.

“What’s happening? Do you need a doctor? Are you having a seizure? What do you need?”

I grabbed onto his arms to try and steady myself. “I…I’m okay…This…happens… trauma…”

In one quick motion, he stood up and picked me up. He carried me to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He turned the water on overhead, making the temperature hot enough that steam quickly began filling the bathroom. He sat on the floor, with me in his lap, holding me while I shook uncontrollably. He gently rocked me back and forth as I tried to gain control of my body again.

Slowly, the shaking stopped. Adrik’s arms around me helped to calm me down. I looked up at him, asking, “what did you mean you only just found out about Anthony’s plan a few hours ago? How did you know about my dream?”

He smiled, wiping my wet hair from my forehead. “I didn’t know about your dream, solnishko. It seems your dream knew about Anthony’s plans.”

I scrunched my face. “I don’t understand.”

He sighed, pulling me against him again. “We managed to capture one of Anthony’s closest associates. He slipped up and my men caught him. When pressed for information, he finally gave up Anthony’s plan, although he was unsure of the specific details. It was just as you said in your dream. He wants to use you to hurt me.”

“Oh,” I said, folding my arms to my chest and curling up more in between his legs on the shower floor.

“I won’t let that happen. He can make as many plans as he wishes, but he won’t get to you. I promise you.” I just nodded my head against his chest, suddenly very tired again and not wanting to think about any of this. I sighed.

sit me up slightly and moved so that he was sitting more in front of me. I felt his fingers under my chin, lifting my head so

my fist between us, with only my pinky outstretched. “Pinky

is this?” he asked, cocking his head

is the holiest of swears there is. Like more sacred than swearing on a bible or your mother’s grave, God rest her soul. Or not. I have no idea if your mother is alive or not, now that I say

the intensity in his eyes replaced by amusement.

you

do I do

bring joy to a truly f*cked up situation? I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel better and now you’re making

solnishko.”

It’s a gift?” I said, shrugging

said as he kissed my cheek. “Now, tell me of this holiest of swears

out. “Ok, put your pinky up.” He did as I asked and I hooked my pinky with his and said, “this is a pinky swear. You pinky swear that Anthony will never lay

repeated, “I pinky swear that Anthony

were completely soaked, as was my shirt.

back from

“No more shaking.”

back to the shower and stepped back inside, giving me a full view of his half-naked body. He had tattoos across one half of his chest, going down to a half- sleeve on his right

one arm across my breasts, as my shirt was now completely see-through. Once I was standing, he opened the shower door and handed me a towel. He turned his back to me and said, “you should leave your shirt

was going to peek, then I turned around and slipped my soaked shirt off over my head, dropping it on the floor of the shower. I wrapped the towel around me quickly

my wet clothes, he was too. We were both only in towels. He extended his hand to me. “Come,” he said. I placed my hand in his and followed him out of the bathroom.