Page 33 of Trapping His Angel
“Isadora, I know you may not trust me, but if you can give me five percent of your trust, I will earn the other ninety-five percent.” He knelt on the ground with one knee.
“What the fuck,” I whispered. This couldn’t be happening, right?
Benedikt reached into his jacket and pulled out a jewelry box. “I can’t get you out of my veins. I need you to become my wife. So, will you?”
A large blue diamond sat snuggled in a gold band. “Yes,” I whispered. From the moment I’d met him, he’d been constant in his obsession with me. It should be terrifying, but it wasn’t. He cared for me, and I’d thought I was in this world alone. I didn’t have the energy to say no, even if I wanted to. My body was that tired.
Benedikt hopped up and wrapped his arms around me, spinning me around in a circle. “Fuck yes, you’re going to be mine. Only mine.”
I let out a small giggle. I didn’t trust him yet, but his enthusiasm made up for it. He set me down on my feet gently and we walked to the river. He bent me over and placed a romantic kiss on my lips. Swooning, I lost myself in his touch. When we came up for air, he held my hand, and together we watched the sun set below the river.
I couldn’t help but wish I had my memories.
It was hard to keep moving forward in life, when I didn’t know who I was in the past. I couldn’t help but feel like I was forgetting something dangerous. That there was a memory I needed, but couldn’t grasp.
Benedikt gripped my hand, bringing me back to the here and now. His salt and pepper hair stood out as it got darker. He hadn’t brought up my age, but I was certain he thought about it. I mean, I was young.
Not even twenty yet.
“How old are you?” I blurted, interrupting the peaceful silence.
“I’m thirty nine. I turn forty in October.”
“Holy shit,” I mumbled beneath my breath. I knew he was older. I didn’t know he was that old.
“What, is that a deal breaker?” Benedikt deadpanned.
“N-no,” I stammered, almost stumbling over a cobblestone.
Benedikt helped right me. “I was just joking. There’s no way you’re getting away from me now, fiancée.” He kissed my lips and looked at the sky with a sigh. “We better head back.”
“Oh, yeah.” My voice went hollow. How could I forget I would eventually have to go back to my pretty cage? Beautiful it may be, but it was still a gilded prison, and I would do well to remember that fact.
“It won’t be for long, just until we wrap things up. I have a few business dealings I need to take care of, then we can head to Karelia.”
“Where’s that?” I’d never heard of another place. He wanted us to move?
“It’s almost in Finnish territory. I have a vast house out there, surrounded by traps. We’ll be safe out there together.”
Alone? He wanted to take me away to a remote location no one could get to, because it was booby trapped. I knew Benediktwas a psychopath. I mean, I thought that after meeting the calm Roman, and after glimpsing Alexie and Viktor.
Those men seemed to have women who weren’t too crazy.
Benedikt, however, had been alone for too long. He didn’t think taking a woman, no matter if she was his wife, to a remote location surrounded by booby traps, didn’t sound like the opening line for a terrible horror movie.
I may have lived at The Academy, but I knew all the ways a human could fall into a serial killer’s trap. This was one of them. I backed away from him.
“Do we have to move?”
Benedikt looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “What do you mean, do we have to move?” He growled out. “How else will I protect you?”
I gulped.
His protection felt more like smothering, and if I wasn’t careful, I may lose who I was to begin with. I wasn’t so sure that was a bad thing, as I was too tired to fight.Does he notice how little I fight back? How little I care?Maybe I would curl up in bed, and close my eyes. If they never opened again, would anyone miss me?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mymalen'kiy angelthought she could push me. Like I wouldn’t claim her for all to see, until she gave in to my demands. I dragged her to thePont des Arts, also known as the Love Lock Bridge, crossing the RiverSeine,uncaring that the Institute of France was nearby, nor that of the foot traffic.