So she would put him in the bed after maybe ten minutes of trying to get him to cooperate, and then get a damp cloth and clean his face.
Jamie was slowly realizing that she could spend her life taking care of him. Sitting and watching him, trailing her fingers over his jaw and temples. Sometimes he would grunt -- it was the cutest thing she had ever heard in her life. She was no longer scared that he would wake up and try to kill her -- they had gotten past that part.
Instead, it got to the point where she would suddenly be jerked to his body and cuddled to death. Vladimir had been considerate enough to send her more sweatpants and comfortable clothing, but the whole time he tsked at her, saying she needed to dress like a woman.
She could only imagine what his vision of a “woman” was.
None the less, Jamie would get dragged down to his body and soon after she would fall asleep against his shirtless chest. No matter how frustrated she would get with him as she waited, Jamie couldn’t deny him when he would wrap his arms around her waist and act like he had to protect her, even in her sleep.
Jamie hadn’t seen him at all after talking with Vladimir.
Lucian had given her an apologetic look before following after him, leaving her to herself. She wouldn’t have found their room if it hadn’t been for the funny woman at the front desk. At first, Jamie hadn’t known what to think about her. The woman had told Jamie that her name was Jessica, and that she was the receptionist for Lucian. And then she had told her more.
And more.
And more.
And more.
Her head had hurt within the first five minutes of talking, and she felt bad about it, but it had been a relief when Jamie had finally found her room and the woman had gone off on her own, leaving her to blissful silence.
The room Talon and her shared was...quiet. It wasn’t like the rest of the building, either. While the back of the gas station was full of metal, the room they were staying in was elegant and spacious. Almost like Auro’s room for them had been. Old fashioned but with no windows and billowing curtains and eerie screams from outside.
Right now, she was leaning against the headboard that connected to the bed. The walls were creamy, the light reflecting from the hanging light covered with shadows from the fan. It got hot really easily in the room, so the soft whir of the fan was a comfort she used to lull her.
Food was brought to her when she found herself hungry. Clothes were brought to her in the mornings, left by the door. Shampoos were already available in the shower when she needed them.
Talon was out with Lucian, or at least she assumed. There was nothing to do but watch TV and eat, and she felt like she was getting fatter and fatter. It hurt, to not see Talon until late in the night when he was too tired to even look at her. She was so used to him being around her, him listening to her, being there.
Her throat closed. She would have to go to that house again. To get more clothes. She couldn’t live off of these people for very long -- she felt like a moocher. Covering her face with her hand, depression washed over her. She didn’t want to take a chance at seeing Chris.
She could always go to the store... No, all of her money was on credit, and she was sure that by now he was tracking everything she did through the banks. Her stomach turned.
Talon was busy and her house wasn’t so far away from here that she couldn’t get a bus or walk.
She made up her mind.
Jamie got to her feet and slipped on her shoes, grabbing her ever-faithful Columbia off of the chair that was set by the door. No one had ever said she couldn’t walk around the building before -- hell, that was what she had been doing for half the week.
She pushed open the door and began walking, shoving her hands in her pockets. It felt like she was breaking invisible rules or something. By the time she got to the receptionist, her hands were clammy and there was a small shake in her legs.
Jessica looked at her with wide eyes as she walked by, waving as casually as