[Book one in the Nystrom duology]
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[Dual pov]
TW: This book contains heavy themes such as mature content, language and sensitive topics.
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☾︎ Maeve ☽︎
"Take slow steps," Mason tells Silas who is now on his feet after complaining about not wanting to be in a wheelchair for the past three days.
Silas rolls his eyes as I grip his hands tighter, just in case his ego gets too big which will cause him to fall.
"I can walk perfectly fine," Silas mumbles but he gets betrayed by his face scrunching up in discomfort when he takes another step.
"Anything but a fucking wheelchair," Silas whispers, doing everything in his power to not sit in a wheelchair.
"Can you imagine it already? Me in a wheelchair? Me." He scoffs, the sound almost sounding like a laugh while he shakes his head.
"Yes, I can." I chuckle, getting his attention as his face twists into a glare.
I mean, he would look good either way?
"Well, don't imagine too much. I can walk." He sighs, taking another step as his jaw clenches.
"But I think I've walked enough..." He breathes and I laugh, rolling my eyes when his ego fades away.
He unhurriedly sits back on the bed again, exhaling loudly as he watches Mason, most likely waiting for what he has to say about the situation he's in now.
"Alright. I won't give you a wheelchair," Mason sighs in defeat and Silas hums, giving me a look that says I told you so.
"But if I see that it hurts too much when you walk I'll change my mind," Mason adds, which causes Silas to scoff.
"So, don't sit in bed all day." He tells Silas before he makes his way out of the room, leaving Silas and I alone.
"You look very gorgeous like always, amore." Silas compliments, a smile painted on his lips as he tells me so.
"Thank you." I chuckle, heading over to him as I stand in front of him, my hand caressing his soft hair.
"I can't wait for us to finally get married," He smiles and my stomach flutters, his black hair feeling soft and wavy when I caress my hand through it.
"When will Mason remove the stitches?" I raise a question, skimming my fingers over the two bandages located on his shoulder and the side of his back.
I try to be gentle, not pressing on the wound just in case it'll hurt him even more.
