Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 257

~Josie~

The tension within my small preparation room was tangible. I could feel it on my finger tips…taste it. The air remained suffocating, which isn’t something George was capable of.

Black eyes turn from George’s onto my very own…my breath catching in the back of my throat. Why did he stare have some kind of power over me…

There seemed to be some kind of stand off happening between the two of them. George’s back elongating, his shoulders hunching forward, his feet bouncing on the balls of his feet…he was preparing for an attack. Yet this Knox seems completely unfazed by George’s stance, eyeing George like he was merely a wolf cub…yet he was the full sized predator. There was even a trace of a smirk entering onto his lips.

With a silent nod, Knox moves aside just enough for George to past through. He doesn’t make it easy for him though.

Unable to stand this oppressive atmosphere any longer, I go to move past Knox but to my complete shock he pushes me backwards. Deeper into my little preparation room, his foot kicking the door shut.

Creating privacy between us.

This room was slightly bigger than a storage cupboard, George and I just fitted but Knox was twice the size, he ate up the remaining space…I couldn’t move, I was completely at his mercy.

His eyes return back to the deep brown I was becoming more familiar with, the blackness fading out. My body was now not my own, it is caught in a fight between that unexplainable gravitational pull towards him and wanting to push him away from me…scream at him him for getting involved in my business.

“Did he hurt you?” His eyes break from mine, my mind snapping out of a tranced state as soon as his hypnotic stare drops.

“What?”

“He touched you, did it hurt?” His eyes return to mine, a level of anger laced within them. His jaw tenses again as if my slowness in responding to him was irritating him.

“No…no he didn’t hurt me.”

“Good.” He nods, as he leans in closer to me…sniffing the air around me, his nose scrunching up in slight distain.

“It’s the medicine.” I croak out, clearing my throat as I reach for a cloth to wipe the floor. I couldn’t smell the spilt ingredients, all I could smell was leather and sandalwood…strange.

He quirks an eyebrow as he takes a step away from me, releasing me from being trapped between him and the enclosed worktop space.

His eyes dart to the floor before rising back up and scanning the bottles of liquids and herbs labelled in the glass cabinets.