Chapter 33
AMAYA
For a moment, I don’t think I’ve heard right. I blink at Caesar, waiting patiently for him to tell me that that statement was just a bad joke. He doesn’t.
“Wait, are you serious?”
“Does it look like I’m joking around?” He responds coldly. “I have the marriage contract right here. Go on your knees and beg for it.”
For the next few seconds, I’m sturned into silence. The atmosphere is charged with electricity and choked with tension. At this point, I think I may have even forgotten how to breathe.
Caesar’s request touches something deep within me. Something feral.
I curl my fingers into fists and hold his gaze;
“I admit that I’m desperate for your help, but I need you to understand that I’m not that desperate. I will never go on my knees to beg you for anything. You can keep your contract.”
My veins burn with rage as I turn towards the elevators. I barely take one step when Caesar asks;
“When was the last time you spoke to the doctors concerning your son’s condition?”
I freeze, momentarily stunned by his question. When I finally recover from my shock, I turn to him once again; “what do you mean? I spoke to the doctor before I came here. My son is out of danger for the time being.”
Caesar nods and my blood runs cold. Something’s wrong. Very wrong. I can feel it.
“I received information from my source just ten minutes ago that your son went into a coma this morning. The doctors have been trying to resuscitate him ever since then. You haven’t been contacted because the doctors believe they have the situation under control. But how long will they be able to maintain that control without the FireDragon blood?
Your son needs a transfusion instantly, Amaya. I don’t think he’ll survive the next twenty four hours without it.”
I can hear a loud, buzzing sound somewhere in the distance. It’s accompanied by sounds akin to that of shattering glass… and both sounds are coming from my brain.
“I don’t b–believe you.” I stutter, dread already crawling through my bloodstream. “You’re lying.”
Caesar wordlessly retrieves his phone from his pocket and scrolls through it. Seconds later, he says; “what I’m about to play is a recording of the voice call that I received from my source.”
I focus on counting the wild thumping of my heart as a female voice fills the room, slightly disturbed by static;
“…the baby fell into a coma a few minutes after ten AM this morning. The doctors have been trying to resuscitate him for the past one hour without luck. The doctors believe he will be out of danger soon. His mother left the hospital an hour before he went into coma and she has not been contacted yet…
By the time the recording ends, I’m shaking. I’m trembling all over.
“My son…” I whisper helplessly.
“Exactly.” Caesar growls. “I have a personal, emergency stash of FireDragon blood with my doctors. One call from my end and that blood will be transferred to the City Hospital immediately. The ball is in your court. Will you kneel or will you let your pride get in the way of your son’s safety?”
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I don’t even think twice fall on my knees, lowering my head before Caesar, my eyes already burning with tears;
“Please help my son.” I sniff as tears pour down my cheeks. “I beg you, please help him. Please…”
CAESAR
I expected to feel a sense of accomplishment and triumph when Amaya finally knelt for me. I expected my heart to swell with pride. But what is this painful, heart wrenching feeling in my chest at the sight of her tears?
Why does my heart feel like it’s been ripped out at the mere sight of this woman in pain? I wish I was joking. I wish I was making things up, but the part of me that feels happy that she’s finally on her knees before me had long since been overpowered by the burning need to pick her in my arms and assure her that nothing and no one will ever hurt her again.
And that makes me so angry.
I’m angry because I cannot seem to understand nor control my feelings around this woman. I have never, ever felt this way about anyone. Not even Elle.
“Stand up.” I mutter gruffly, no longer able to bear the sight of her crouched on the floor.
She looks up at me and my heart nearly stops. Does this woman have any idea how utterly gorgeous she is? Her flaming red hair and bewitching green eyes call to me. She’s drop dead gorgeous. Full stop.
“What?” She mumbles softly.
“I asked you to get off the floor.”
Amaya pushes herself to her feet, not even bothering to dust off her jeans. I’m suddenly struck by how young she is. Sometimes I forget that she’s just twenty–five.
She clasps her hands together and keeps begging;
“Please help my son, Caesar. I’ll do whatever you want. I promise.”
Does she realize how dangerous it is to make that promise?
I stare intently at her, loving how her eyes shine with innocent hope. But deep within the confines of that hopeful gaze, I can see her hatred.
Amaya hates me.
I should thrive on that hatred, gain pride from it. But I’m left feeling antsy and irritated.
“I already sent all the blood in my stash to the hospital for your son.” I say calmly as I retrieve the marriage contract from one of the glass shelves that lines the walls.
I can feel her shock all the way from here. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Wait, h–how? Why?
I risk a glance in her direction from underneath my lashes to find her chewing her bottom lip. She does that a lot when she’s nervous and it’s honestly the cutest thing ever.
Dang, get a grip of yourself, Caesar.
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“I sent the blood the moment I received information from my source. Your son is out of danger now. Contrary to what you think, I’m not actually a horrible monster.”
Amaya seems at a loss for words. “Why didn’t they just call me? m his mother.”
I slap the file closed and give her the full force of my gaze. “The news got to me even before the hospital had a chance to call you. I asked them not to call you. I told them I’d handle it.”
She frowns at me. “Why? You had no right to do that.”
“I did it because I knew you’d worry yourself to death and I didnt want you to worry.”
Those words are out of my mouth before I can hold myself back Now, looking at the way her face goes slack with shock, I instantly regret ever saying anything.
My anger triples when Amaya just continues to stare at me like I’m some alien from outer space.
I place the file on the table, take a deep breath to dispel images of her gorgeous eyes from my mind and mutter;
“The blood I sent for your son is only enough to tide him over for the week. He’ll still need more for subsequent treatments and you will only get it if you sign the contract.
Hurry up and sign it. We’re getting married the day after tomorrow.”
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