The Next Chapter: Twisted Series Next Generation

Chapter 36: Niko Volkov

"I have to say, with all the stunts you pull. This has to be a underwhelming one." Camilla huffs out with a dramatic flare to the rise of her chest. Inklings of disappointment that she attempts to melt etch her expression while the darkness fights to engulf her.

It is useless, somehow this girl could pitch a light in the middle of an ocean and have stars ask for her guidance.

There is a pause in my mind, did I just think that about Camilla? My feet almost stop in the doorway of her bedroom before I force myself to continue walking through.

Not going to lie, that could be a pretty cool song lyric. Locking that up in a crevice of my mind as I continue my descent into her bedroom. "Coming from someone who hates my stunts, you must be overjoyed."

Feeling her hands tense up in mine, it took an astronomical amount of restraint to not intertwine my fingers with hers and run my thumb across her knuckles to soothe her.

The entire dynamic I have with this girl was in prevention of letting my God awful feelings alleviate to a level where I know I for a fact could be destroyed by a simple word.

Rationally, there was no reason for me to even be in her room let alone hold her hand.

However, the moment I caught a glimpse of her without that facade she withheld. Her gaze narrowed and blanketed with pain as if she fought back the urge to scream.

Surprise ribboned with my chest, just like that. After years of taunting and teasing her, she gave in.

For the exact reason that had completed my conclusion of why I should remain astray of her.

Holding my breath as I watch her stand outside of Anastasia's door with a trembling chin. Fists tightened where I was concerned she was going to injure herself from the pressure.

My mind led me to believe that she only acted like that because she assumed she was alone. Yet, even after the moment her gaze landed onto me of all people.

She remained the same.

If I were a bigger bastard I would have been satisfied and flown back to DC. Yet here I am, walking her back to her room as if that will make things less complicated between us.

Despite better judgement, carefully guiding her to that large bed fit for a princess as I motion for her to get into it.

Her eyebrow shot up in suspicion and I fought the urge to release a snicker of my own.

The way her nose crinkled with a root red tickling the tip from her emotions, the corner of my lip curled up before I forced it down.

Watching as she slowly climbed beneath the covers, the pin straight ocean of her locks glided against the elegantly decorated pillow while she adjusted herself.

Unlike familiar times, her movements are more hurried. Carried with less finesse as if she wished to just hide away from anyone underneath her covers.

Not happening ever.

My hands raked through my overgrown hair as I pulled out the tie that held it together, placing it flat against her bedside table. Letting my hand fall to the novel that I flew all the way to deliver.

Keeping my expression glued to Camilla as I slide underneath the covers with her, my legs brushing against her bare ones.

The size of her eyes grew to be an unusual amount while she attempted to inch back away from me. Crimson running over her cheeks with a grip clutched against the covers.

Before she could seize the opportunity to put an unwelcome amount of distance between us, I swallowed my pride and curled an arm around her torso.

Pulling her in so her shoulder was up against mine.