Second Assault — Bond And Treason —

Tuesday, April 9th. Angelo Dalaras' Country House, 12:00 p.m.

ANGELO

—Is everything ready? — I question, pointing to the tray full of food on the kitchen counter. I've tried to keep a low profile since I succeeded in getting Xander out of that place, where he was kept in such degrading conditions. I don't think Dimitri will suspect me, but you never know.

I'm well aware of how cunning and perceptive my cousin can be. But I never thought that a member of my family, of my blood, could commit such an act of cruelty to another person, especially someone as fragile and delicate as Xander King seems to be. I sent him as far away from the city as possible.

Once we were out of Dimitri's reach, I made all the necessary arrangements for him to be transported safely to my country home outside of town. I couldn't stay with him there, though. It was important to pretend that I was not involved and behave as usual, attending meetings, not canceling any commitments, and interacting with my family members, however despicable they may be. My father wasn't the best man in the world.

Being the brother of Dimitri's father, they shared the brutality and satisfaction of being ruthless with their enemies, taking many innocent people along if they saw it necessary or simply because they wanted to. I always hated him. He has been dead for two years now, being poisoned inside his own home when an infiltrator broke into the facility. We were never close and I certainly didn't bother to go to his funeral.

That's why I use my mother's last name, plus I didn't wish to be compared to the methods of torture and the dirty and treacherous methods of "work" commonly used by the Zhukovskis. Yeah, I can't claim to be a saint either. Although, I don't want to leave this world known as a heartless and bloodthirsty being. No, that's not how I want to end up at all.

So when I saw Xander tied up, hurt and practically clinging to life by a thin thread, I couldn't resist doing something to help him, knowing full well that I'm putting my own life in danger. I made sure that my assistant, Rosé, took care of everything he needed, even if I would like to personally take charge of anything he might ask.

However, I know I can trust her. She's always been there for me when I needed her most. I took advantage of the fact that I have a couple of hours today without any commitment to come by and check on Xander, but the news I get, even though expected, doesn't make me happy at all.

—Yes, Mr. Dalaras— she sighs with pity —. I just hope he has more appetite today. He hasn't wanted to eat much since you brought him here, even though he's so weak — she gives me a little insecure glare before continuing —. We have focused on healing the wounds under your guidance, but he needs to regain energy. If he doesn't eat...

—How are his injuries progressing? — I grimace, remembering the deplorable state he was in.

The wrists were practically in shreds and the ankles were in a similar state. He had several bruises on the torso, thighs, and back, staining his white skin in shades of green, purple, and yellow. One eye was tightly closed due to swelling and the lips were very dry, as well as covered with dried blood. I was so scared when I saw him up close for the first time, I didn't think he'd survive. And I honestly admire that he held on to life the way he did.

—The bruises are almost completely gone. The eye is much better too, he can open it completely, although the skin is still a little sensitive — she bites her lower lip, nervously —. But the wrists and ankles... are a different case.

—Is he that bad? — I ask concerned.

could feed on his Alpha, the recovery would be more effective. At this rate, he might

for an Omega to have his

which would result in the discovery

notion of the reaction Magnus will have if I suddenly show up at his door with a half-dead Xander in my arms. What could I

this whole mess just gets more

a few seconds, gathering the courage to finish the question —. His internal... injuries? — she inhales sharply and from the expression I can tell she's looking

it has been a struggle to apply the treatment left by the doctor— sighs with exhaustion —. He doesn't like anyone to touch him, running away from my contact as if my hand was on fire. In the end, I proposed him to apply the cream himself, but he does it only in the bathroom,

to put you under such a responsibility, but I couldn't trust Xander to anyone

something —.That's what I was missing, sir. He refuses to speak, he hasn't

in my expression —. I thought that by now he would know even my license plate number — Rosé gives me a strange look and I

did

spoken? — She rolls the eyes dramatically and

spoken, but I didn't say he hasn't communicated with me at all — from his purse, she takes out a black leather diary, with a pencil tied by a thin string —. He writes down here what he wants to know and I answer him. I have tried to reply to most of his questions, except for the

from birth, or because his vocal cords were injured in some way? — I'm phrasing

with her fingers, the nervousness floating on the surface again —. I

But for now, we must make sure he doesn't do anything crazy and that his energies are restored. It doesn't matter that he

—Yes, sir.

— I point it out and she hands it to me —. If this is the only way to communicate with him, I

for a comfortable stay. By the time we arrive, Rosé opens the door for me and gives me a soft smile before retiring, leaving Xander and me alone. He's sitting up, with the back against the bed, and looking at me cautiously, a little scared too, underneath his eyelashes. He looks much better than when I first brought

blue wool sweater and black pants that appear giant on him. I imagine that Rosé had difficulty in getting clothes that fit his size and I

scare him. Though it doesn't help, he quickly shrinks into place, holding the knees to

bed —. I won't hurt you, I promise— I smile, hoping

and insecure, although I can see how his shoulders are

Rosé told me that you prefer to communicate through this, so I