Chapter 9 9

"i need more information about the agency and its connections... how it works and what actually happens there..."

He issued a command to Ace.

We can't let anyone know that we have this, after all.

"and no one need to know that we have a guest in our mansion, keep it low key..."

With a nod, Ace agreed.

"of course alpha... may i ask you a question?"

Xavion indicated for him to go on.

"I've never seen you care so much about another person. Could she be our Luna?"

"you will know it Ace..."

he said, requesting that he go.

He sighed as he put the book down and closed it.

"This is what transpired, as it were... You appear to have a really delicate psyche, mate?"

"no, thank you I'll do the rest..."

After the maid helped Eira in the bathroom, Eira told her that she couldn't take a regular bath since her wounds were still too raw, so the maid set up a sponge bath instead.

Eira is independent and used to taking care of herself, therefore she refused to let the housekeeper clean her. "Miss but it's an order from the Al mean sir, to help you." I

"I'll call you when I need something... this, I will do by myself..."

She spoke dismissively, and the housekeeper nodded and walked away.

After squeezing the water out of the sponge, Eira washed her legs, arms, and wounds thoroughly. When she is hurt, it takes less than a week for her wounds to heal, and the agony is minimal.

After washing her back, she attempted to reach it but failed.

"May I help you?..."

She turned to face the xavion that stood observing her struggles.

Eira re-immersed the sponge in the water container.

"No thank you..."

Avoiding his eyes completely. She found the brief sensation of sparks incredibly strange. "Then at least allow the maids to assist you. Your injuries require immediate attention."

She opened her mouth to respond to his angry words, but he cut her off.

"Locate me..."

When Eira heard the familiar whisper again, she quickly averted her gaze.

"What happened?..."

Xavion asked, his bewildered eyes landing on hers.

"Nothing..."

She grumbled as she continued to seek about for the source of the whisper, but she could never pinpoint it. It seems to be originating from all directions and dissipating in the same manner.

"I really need you... Assist me...'

It was repeated, but this time she realised it wasn't a whisper. The volume level increased significantly.

"I'll help you..."

Xavion remarked, and she nodded absently, still lost in thought.

Xavion frowned at her odd behaviour as he sat behind her and undid her zip. He snipped off the dressing and cautiously began washing her wound.

She got goosebumps from his rough fingertips, and he noticed-a faint grin flickered on his lips as he watched the effect.

"Feelings or not... The connection is undeniable."