•~Nadia and Xylan~•

Xylan entered the room to find Nadia lying down on the couch, her eyes closed, her breathing even and he safely assumed that she was asleep.

He didn't want to leave her sleeping there for some reason. The couch was uncomfortable to sleep on, he knew from experience, Luke never allowed him to sleep in his room so the couch was his only option for a lot of nights when he chose to stay over his place.

He approached slowly, almost too scared to wake her up by making any kind of disturbance or sound.

She had seen the girl cry her heart out, she had seen her fear, the way she was always cautious, careful of her surroundings, now it just seemed absurd to look at her face, so peaceful, free from all the worries of the world.

She looked beautiful with her hair thrown carelessly around her face and her breasts rising up and down as she breathed in a continuous rhythm.

He realized he was being very creepy, starting at the girl like he was, and decided to stop the stupid act and get the girl to a comfortable bed to sleep on.

He went closer to her and slowly picked her up and almost smiled when she curled up to his side and hid almost her entire face in his chest, an involuntary action that made his heartbeat go crazy.

What was he even doing? She was impacting him in ways that he had not imagined anyone to. He was being so very foolish.

He walked her to Luke's bedroom and was about to put her on the bed when she moved in his arms and he stilled.

He lay her on the bed as quickly as possible and was about to back off when she fluttered her eyes open.

She looked at him and then around the room, she looked confused at first, then surprised and then angry, careful and cautious again.

Before he could have given an explanation, she jumped up from the bed and stood before him in no time. Without a blink, she slapped him hard on the face.

"I thought you were going to help me but you were just lying, waiting for the perfect opportunity, weren't you? You were going to rape me while I slept."

He couldn't decipher what she was saying but the fact that she just slapped him for no reason made him angrier than a bull when shown red.

As if, one slap wasn't enough to fuel his anger, she went further and slapped him twice, now on the other cheek. She was about to slap him again when he caught hold of her wrist in a death grip and with one pull, she crashed into his chest.

She struggled in his hold with all her strength, screaming profanities but wasn't strong enough to get out of his hold.

"Leave me you sleep rapist, I will kill you before I die, you think I'm scared of you, I am not. Enough of this -"

She was silenced when with a simple push, he distanced her enough from him to smash his lips on her.

He knew it wasn't the best way to shut up a human being but to him at the moment, it seemed like the only way, he couldn't obviously hit her and she was in no mood to listen to his explanations or pay heed to his threats. The element of surprise would shut her right up.

Deep down inside, he knew he had wanted to kiss her the first time he saw her big eyes looking at him with such vulnerability and looking at him with such hope, begging for help. She was beautiful but he didn't want to admit that to himself just yet.

He played with her upper lip for a while as she stayed still, her lips and her body too. It was only when he moved to suck on her succulent lower lip that she made a movement and to his surprise, it wasn't to push him away but to thread her arms around his neck and kiss him deeper.

He was in a state of bliss as he gently bit her lip and she allowed him access to her mouth and as soon as his mouth delved into hers, he felt like he had tasted heaven.

She was sweet, so very sweet and he just wanted to devour her entirely. He was so lost in the moment that he just slightly noticed her hands trailing down his chest and how it made goosebumps erupt everywhere.

She moaned when he sucked on her tongue and their tongues performed a tango while his own hands went down her wrists to her sides and playing with the skin that showed from the torn clothes she was wearing.

He could have orgasmed right then and there if it wasn't for her sneaky hand ending in the wrong pocket and before he could've corrected her, she plunged his thigh with the pocket knife that he always kept in the left pocket of his jeans.

He screamed in agony and loosened his hold on her and looked up at her smirking face.

"Now take that, you rapist!" Her voice slightly trembled as she said that. She just simply stood there doing nothing and staring at him while he groaned in pain.

That was her first mistake. It hurt like a bitch but he had been in enough street fights to get over it in a short time by now and to act to save his life. But she wasn't aware of it and just as she made a move to leave the room, cautiously circling around his body, he leaped up unexpectedly on her and she fell on the ground, groaning in pain.

Before she could've made another move with the knife, he snatched it out of her hand and folding it back inwards, knocked her head hard enough with the wooden back of it. It knocked her out in one go. He stated at her lying there and came to a conclusion.

She was a fighter, a tigress when in action.

With a limp leg then, he slowly made his way to the washroom to tend to his own injuries.

As he splashed the cleanser on his wound directly, he swore to himself that he would never let his guard down around this girl.

She saw his best and now she was about to see his worst.