With a yelp I was thrown across the room and landed against the bookshelf. My sisters and I brought Calder to Kaia’s cave in the side of the mountain, and we were given a room off to the side to share. I wasn’t going ten feet from Calder until he was rested and healed.
The room was built from the cave walls, but wasn’t made naturally. When Kaia found this large cavern she used her ability to make it livable. The room was high ceilinged and round. There was a king sized bed leaning against the wall in the middle of the room. The only light at the moment was one candle resting on the nightstand next to the bed. Looking towards the doorway I expected Kaia to be rushing in. But the curtain made no such movement, and I relaxed slightly. She must be out; it was daylight after all.
Rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck I made sure I had not broken anything in the fall, or rather throw. Thankfully my bones held strong.
As I rose up in a standing position, I watched Calder as he turned his head to examine the room. I took in his body language; tense. I took in his facial expression; fear. Then I found his eyes; panic. Panic was something I could deal with, although it was going to take some guts to approach this man. I’ve only ever talked to him while he was asleep, and always imagined his responses. Now it was real...he was real. I could no longer pretend. Was he going to be as innocent as I thought? I think not. But as I watched his pain and fear, it looked too real.
Taking a deep breath and finding the courage I needed, I approached the bed. Upon approach Calder turned his head swiftly and winced. Once the pain that had spiked subsided, he relaxed realizing who stood at his bedside. Calder stared at me for what felt like a long time, his eyes sparking with a new energy as he took in my face.
“Uhh hi,” wow Kenna, could you not be any more lame? “Umm, I’m not sure what you remember but I saved you.” I really didn’t want to get into all the details of that, because the last time I mentioned torture or demons, he looked like he would have fainted.
Calder nodded and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Was he trying to speak? “Are you thirsty?”
He nodded again, his eyes closing for a moment.
“Okay I’ll be right back,” I said, turning to leave. “Oh, and try not to fall asleep on me...or disappear.” I finished, with a smirk at my own humor.
I didn’t wait to see his reaction, but instead rushed through the thick curtain towards the ‘Kitchen’. Yeah, it really wasn’t much of a kitchen at all. We pretty much get the water from the mountain and let the snow melt. Usually its cold enough up here that it stays cool for us. And there was no cooking appliance, because we liked our meat cooked over a fire. So all the kitchen held was a big pitcher of fresh water and a table to sit at.
I rushed back towards the dim room to find Calder trying to sit up. I quickly set the ice water down on the bedside table and helped him up. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”
He looked at me with a hard look and rasped out, “no, you told me not to disappear.”
“Well, I thought that implied not moving.” I mumbled, looking down at his lap.
When he realized I was staring at the shifted blankets, he pulled them more securely over his mid section. That didn’t help one bit, because it just made his erection more pronounced.
I quickly looked away, with a hot blush across my checks and down my neck. Thankfully it was dark enough Calder couldn’t see my blush.
“Here,” I said, providing the cup of water he requested earlier.
When I reached towards him with the glass in my hands, our fingers touched. It felt like a spark went off. His fingers icy against my warm, almost burning ones. Calder hissed and pulled his hand away in fright. Because no one had a good grip on the glass it dropped in his lap, and soaked through the blankets.
“Oh! I’m sorry.” I gasped, reaching for the glass and then realized where it had landed.... in his lap.
He picked the cup up, out of his lap and looked at me with those deep eyes, studying me. Calder studied me long enough to cool his way through my soul, if I ever had one.
His mouth moved trying out my name on his lips before he spoke. Was he afraid what his voice would sound like? “Kenna, I’m sorry.” Oh man. His voice cut deep. It was still scratchy from screaming, and may stay that way for the rest of his life. But, oh man, I could feel his timber through my bones, and it was the best and most confusing feeling in the world. What did that mean? What did it mean when my heart flipped in my chest for no one, but all of a sudden my heart did it for him?
Was this man, a man that I saved and was emotionally messed up, the mate that my sisters and I’ve all been waiting for our whole lives? I mean he was emotionally messed up clearly, because he pulled away from my touch. But I have a feeling he is my mate, because there’s a feeling in the pit of my stomach that feels more uncomfortable as time passes by.