LEV PETROV (Wild Men Series #3) Book 2

Chapter 11

BREE

I SAW red. Blood. Thick and sticky against my palm and my front.

There's a powerful hand that gripped my heart and crushed it into pieces. I'm shaking, hindi ako makahinga. A wave of nausea hits me as I stare at my palm. My head swirls. Tinakasan ako ng mga salita at ng wisyo ko.

Then when that blood became thicker, I was paralyzed.

N-no. Let him be okay. Please, Lord.

Then it hits me. I need to touch him. Feel him. Check his pulse for my own sanity. Hindi ko alam kung paano dadamahin ang katawan ni Lev na nakadagan sa akin. Hilam ng luha ang mga mata ko'tilang beses akong nagmintis sa pagkapa ng leeg n'ya.

Shit. Ba't ba sa lahat ng oras ngayon pa nanginig ang mga pesteng kamay ko?

Ang malas naman namin ni Lev. We just made a truce and then ngayon heto?

"L-lev. . ." My left palm landed on his hard muscular chest. Then up... up to his corded neck. Taranta kong dinama ang pulso niya.

"No. No. Please, Bree. . . No. August, hospital. Now. Call them, it's a fucking emergency. I need all the doctors on standby."

A shiver moved through me when I heard that deep yelling voice. His tone is dripping with a feeling I will never dare attach to Lev– fear. Nahinto sa ere ang kamay ko. Kumurap ako't maang na tiningala ang asawa.

The sight that greeted me left me breathless and scared as hell. The striking face of Lev is a picture of terror and menace. His dark blue eyes seemed to turn three shades darker as he stared ahead. I think it's black now, like the night. The vein on his temple is ticking while he's shouting orders. Right now, he's the embodiment of a monster ready to decapitate anyone stupid enough to stand in his way.

I should be terrified right but what I felt was far from it. I was relieved.

He's okay!

Tuluyan na akong napahikbi't kumuyampit sa leeg ni Lev. Then I felt it, his pulse. Fast and strong. Very much alive. Hindi ko napigilan ang pag usal nang mahinang panalangin sa nasa itaas.

"B-bree? Baby, talk to me."

Hindi ko siya pinansin. Wala rin akong pakialam sa mga nagkakagulong tao o sa tarantang kamay ni Lev na nagyon ay dumadama sa buong katawan ko. Ngunit nang maramdaman ko ang panginginig ni Lev, natigilan ako. I blinked in confusion while he's still at it.

Jesus! This big, imposing, and scary man is shaking.

"A-ayos lang ako," itinulak ko siya nang bahagya't tinitigan.

He shake is head vehemently, sige pa rin sa ginagawa. Parang ibang Lev ang ngayon ay nasa harapan ko. As if he's tapped inside his world and we're all white noise. He looks haunted while his eyes are fixed on his bloodied hands.

"F-fuck. You're not. Y-you're bleeding."

"I'm okay. Stop it. Hindi akin 'yan," mahinang usal ko pero nabingi yatang tuluyan si Lev.

Not once did he spare me a glance. Sige pa rin siya sa ginagawa. He checked my head, part my hair. The back of my head. Itinaas ang kanang braso ko, sinipat ang mga balikat. Kinapa ang tiyan ko't mga hita. Kagat-labing pinanood ko ang asawa. Dread and goosebumps filled me.

"Stand up," he ordered almost yelling at me.

Nahihipnotismong sumunod ako. Hindi ko hinihiwalayan ng tingin si Lev na ngayon ay nakaluhod sa harapan ko.

"Right foot," he tapped my shoe. Napilitan akong itaas iyon lalo na nang masipat ko ang naniningkit na mga mata ni Lev.

"L-lev, stop it," pigil ko sa kanya nang walang sabi-sabi nitong tanggalin ang heels ko't masusing ininspeksiyon ang talampakan ko. He did the same on my left foot.