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Chapter 83: Till The Weekend...

Chapter 83: Till The Weekend...

(Kira’s POV)

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When I opened my eyes the next morning, the first thing I could feel was the familiar weight on my chest. For the last couple of nights, I had been waking up beside Lena and I knew just how she loved cuddling and I had gotten used to the feeling. I shifted in the bed, moving up a little as I wanted to get a better look at her.

Like me, she was fully naked. She had her head nestled over my breasts, her eyes were closed in peaceful sleep and one of her legs was draped across my thighs. It made me smile, it showed that deep down, she wasn’t as mad at me as she was making it out to be.

After our intense encounter last night—after I’d pulled her into the bedroom with more need than tenderness—she’d made her displeasure known in a way colder than any scream could’ve been.

She didn’t yell. She didn’t argue.

She just... shut down.

Silent. Detached. Her eyes, once warm and open to me, were unreadable now—like dark windows into a room I was no longer allowed inside.

She refused to speak another word, even when I tried to break the silence with small talk or soft apologies. Each attempt was met with a wall of indifference. The silence was heavier than a scream, suffocating.

Frustration mounted. I raised my voice, reminding her of her role—my submissive, bound to me not just by desire, but by the understanding we shared. I leaned into that power, trying to coax a reaction, a flicker of submission.

But the power shift felt hollow.

Because even as she obeyed some commands out of habit, her spirit remained distant. Her silence wasn’t rebellion—it was a cry from somewhere deeper.

And I realized, with a knot tightening in my chest, that I could push her. I could get what I wanted.

But it wouldn’t be real.

And that scared me more than her silence.

I loved Lena—deeply, fully, perhaps even to a fault. And the last thing I ever wanted was for her to feel cornered, to feel like she had no choice when it came to me. So when she pulled away—silent, guarded—I let her go. I gave her space, even though every second of it gnawed at me like rust on metal.

I’d tried to pull her close, just to feel her warmth, to soothe the growing chill between us. But she turned away. No words. No explanations.

So I let her sleep.

But I couldn’t.

I lay there, unmoving, listening to her steady breath beside me. My mind churned like a storm. The room was dark, but my thoughts were darker. Lena. Maven. Casey. Maven. Jace. Maven. Every path I tried to follow led right back to Maven—his cryptic threats, his venomous smile, and that damned message about Parallel City. Why there? Why now? Why me?

Nothing added up... except the danger.

Still, I wasn’t walking in blind. I’d made preparations—untraceable messages sent, fail-safes activated, contingencies mapped out in blood and ink. If Maven thought he could trap me, he was going to learn something new about desperation.

Because I had no intention of becoming his pawn.

And if he pushed me—I’d burn the whole damn board.

Just then, Lena stirred in her sleep, moving closer as she cuddled me tighter unconsciously. Wanting her to feel it, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to myself and placing my hand on her soft butt. I remembered my plans of taking her to Italy over the weekend, and I remembered the reason behind my plans.

"Nothing has changed..." I muttered quietly. Despite the fact that she was pissed at me, I was going to use the incoming trip to make it all up to her. I would show her that everything I was doing was all for her and that was the gospel truth.

I was going to take her to the edge of the world, a place where both of us could be alone and free to be together without a care about who would see us. That was all I wanted. Was I selfish for that?

For the second time that morning, Lena stirred beside me. But this time was different. There was a tension in the air—thin, tight like piano wire drawn too far. I didn’t move. I barely breathed.

Her lashes fluttered like broken wings, then slowly lifted. Her eyes, dazed with sleep, locked onto mine. For one brief, flickering moment, I saw something soft there—confusion, maybe even comfort.

And then it vanished.

Like a switch had been flipped, her entire demeanor shifted. Her face hardened, and her jaw tensed. She blinked once, twice, and whatever vulnerability had peeked through was gone—locked behind the carefully constructed walls she always built when she didn’t want me in.

I felt her body stiffen against mine, and without a word, she began to pull away. No anger, no theatrics. Just cold detachment.

I didn’t stop her.

I watched instead—watched the girl I loved turn into a stranger right in my arms. Her silence screamed louder than any outburst.

Something had shifted.

Whether it was last night’s silence, or something deeper, I couldn’t tell.

But as she stood and walked away from me without a glance back, I knew—something was unraveling.

And it wasn’t just her.

"Hell no!" I muttered as I tightened my grip around her waist, "Come on, you can’t still be mad at me."

She ignored me and then tried once more, but I refused to release her.

"Please, Lena," I said. "Stop doing this to me, you’re killing me when you refuse to speak to me."

She tossed a glance at me, "You don’t seem dead to me."

"Come on, is that what you want?" I pleaded. "Babe, I’m sorry, okay? You didn’t speak to me all through last night, and the only time I felt you was when you cuddled me. Please, you know I don’t like it when we fight."

"I don’t like it either, but you’re doing this!"

"Please Lena, there has to be a way we can fix this."

"There is only one way. Tell me what happened last night. The thing you’re refusing to tell me. What is it? Only when you tell me, will I resume speaking to you. Because as it seems, you don’t trust me."

"Babe, please don’t do this."

With a grunt, she pushed away from me and got off the bed. She grabbed a robe and began to wear it over her petite frame. But I jumped off the bed and grabbed the robe from her hand and tossed it back to the chair it had been draped over.

"Babe... it’s too early in the day for us to fight. Come on."

"Fine, schedule it till afternoon. I should be able to do that during my break. For now, I have to go to work. I missed work yesterday and I have to be at the office before Jace gets there, there are some things I would have to fix so he doesn’t realize that I was absent yesterday."

"I get it, okay? I’m not going to stop you from going to work. But I don’t appreciate the fact that you think I’m downplaying what you did for me yesterday. I know very well what you did and the risks you took for your career."

"Do you? Because if you did, you’d grant me the courtesy of trust and tell me what the fuck happened last night! Was it Maven? Did he reach out to you again? We’re supposed to be doing this together, goddamnit!"

She pushed away from me once more but I grabbed her by the shoulder and gently pushed her against the wardrobe, I took both her hands in mine and held them over her head, pressing my naked body against hers as I leaned my face close to hers.

"Baby," I whispered. "I need you to trust me, okay?"

"Let me go," she said heatedly, but she didn’t struggle against my grip.

"My love, just give me some time and I promise to explain it all to you," I told her. "I’ll tell you everything, I swear, including what happened last night."

She kept quiet for a while, then she looked me in the eye, "What do you need the time for?"

"I have to set things right. I can’t tell you yet, but it’s imperative that I keep some of the details from you. Believe me, I’m doing this for your own good. This is better than me lying to you, right?"

She looked away then, she began to wriggle against my grip. I knew then that she was serious about me letting her go. I released her at once.

"Baby..." I whispered. "Please."

"Well, when you set things right again, we can talk."

She walked away from the wardrobe and made her way towards the bathroom. I turned to follow her with my eyes, "you’re still coming with me to Italy, right? Okay, I’ll tell you everything in Italy! We’re going this weekend, aren’t we? I’ll tell you everything once we get there. So, give me till the weekend."

She stopped at the door to the bathroom and looked back at me, "Fine, you have until then. But I’ve still not told Jace about having the weekend off."

"Don’t worry, babe. You’ll handle it today." I walked closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist, "Thank you so much baby, you have no idea how happy you just made me."

I was about to kiss her when she leaned away, putting her face as far away from me as she could.

"Babe..." I muttered, feeling my heart break into a thousand pieces.

"I thought we agreed that it was till the weekend?" She asked me. "I guess you can kiss me as much as you like when we get to Italy- after you tell me everything."

And without another word, Lena walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut in my face.

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