Chapter 18
I kept my face buried in my knees as I continued to cry, the sobs wracking my whole body. I could feel him move closer despite my protests and my wolf immediately cringed. She surprised me as she began to tuck into herself; trying to sink as far into my mind as possible. I did the same physically; pulling my knees so close to my body that it began to hurt.
He took his shirt off and draped it around my shoulders. I wanted to shake it off; but it was the only thing I could use at the moment to hide my naked body from my mate. I held the two ends together at my chest and began to stand up; ignoring Logan's presence as I moved. When I took one step forward, I accidentally stepped on a glass shard; the result of something I'd broken during the fight.
Before I could do anything; the shard imbedded itself deep into my foot, not helping me keep upright on my already shaky legs. I didn't even have time to reach out to brace myself for impact before I fell to the ground; or I would've if Logan hadn't grabbed me. I wanted to hit him for even touching me; but I was too weak, the fight and the emotional purge I'd just gone through weighing down on me at once.
I was fucking irritated with my own weakness but I couldn't even muster enough energy to stand anymore; let alone hit someone with enough force for it to be satisfying. And seeing as that person was Logan; it would have to be a lot of force.
In one swift motion; I was in his arms, one side of my body pressed to his firm chest. He easily carried me into the kitchen; gently placing me on the island counter before he disappeared to go and get something. I lifted my foot and saw part of the shard sticking out of it. I gritted my teeth and began to pull it out; the damn thing bigger than I'd expected it to be. I screamed when I'd gotten half of it out; my blood beginning to drip to the floor.
Logan was by my side in a moment; his expression filled with worry as he took me in. He grabbed my hand and pried my fingers away from the glass; letting me notice that the glass had also cut me in the fingers when I'd been pulling it out. "Fuck." I muttered.
Logan assessed my injuries for a moment before his grey eyes came up to meet mine. "This will hurt." He explained bluntly; motioning to his hand as he prepared to pull the glass sticking out of my foot, out. He tentatively held his other hand out to me to hold.
If only I was stronger! I yelled to my wolf; seriously wanting to attack Logan again. She didn't respond; just stayed tucked away from reality in the recesses of my mind. I weighed my options and decided to take that little bit of comfort he was offering me; considering it was one of those rare times he seemed to care when he was sober. He seemed surprised when I took his hand; his beautiful grey eyes widening slightly. I grasped it in one of mine as my other hand kept Logan's shirt around my body.
I had to admit that the contact helped to calm my nerves a little; the little shocks I always felt when we touched soothing some of my pain; despite what my mate had done to me; both physically and mentally. I gave him a brisk nod before he began to pull the piece of glass out of my flesh. I did my best to keep the screams in; biting down on my bottom lip so hard it began to bleed.
I grasped Logan's hand as hard as I could, the action also helping me cope with the pain. I felt my body beginning to accustom itself to the horrible feeling; making me realise that I couldn't even remember the last time I wasn't aching; my life since I met Logan feeling like it was filled with nothing but agony.
I felt the pulling and tugging on my skin stop so I exhaled in relief; letting out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. I looked up at him; my elevated position on the kitchen island not changing the fact that I was shorter than him, and found my mate looking sympathetically down at me. He reached out to me slowly; as if I was a frightened wild animal that was about to run away. I guess in some ways; I was. When I didn't pull away; he used his thumb to pull my lower lip out from beneath my teeth. "Did it hurt that bad?" He asked quietly.
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My Dark Mate [2021: Editing]
RomanceChelsea Delaney. That's my name. It didn't take me very long to find my mate, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. People say he's incapable of love, incapable of remorse, incapable of good. He has a very dark character. But he's mine, my very ow...