Her eyes focus on the glitters dancing in the bottle she is holding close to her face. I climb closer, focusing on each glitter individually as I get dragged away by one of her memories.
Her first training with Fintan.
A smile appears on my face while I am dealing with mixed feelings. Will she ever experience those the same way she did before?
“Why not?” I ask. Hate fills her eyes.
“Because Annie is a betraying bitch,” she spits out, throwing the bottle carefully on the mattress. She jumps up. “I am going to shower and maybe rest some bit. I think I should listen to your brother’s advice,” she breathes as she presses out a yawn again. She looks over her shoulder before stepping into our bathroom.
“Oh and don’t plan on going after her, I think I did enough damage.” She grins as I hold my hands in the air in defense.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“Yes, you were, don’t lie to me,” she teases, pointing her finger at me, leaving me stuttering on the bed as she steps into the bathroom and the sound of sprinkling water fills my ears.
Who is this remarkable badass and what happened to the girl who didn’t want to hurt people?
As suspected, Eliane was in my mind.
“She is still there, but she is not letting people fuck her over anymore.”
“As she should,”I purr to her.“Now get out of my mind and rest.”
And she listens, because bit by bit, I feel the light dimming.
So how am I going to get these memories back to her?
I hesitate before knocking on the door. As if Caleb feels my presence the door swings open. Manes, I am glad Gwen is gone, because that secures me of the fact Caleb is the one opening the door. How in hell did they share a bed together? A brown silhouette fills the doorway.
“Hello,” I breathe out, kind of stiff. My hands are in my pockets as I try to meet his eyes.
As if this is the most normal situation, he claps me on my shoulder and invites me in.
“Hey, mate,” he starts. “What’s up?”
“I have a favor to ask.”
With the small golden cord of the necklace rolling between my fingers I leave his room.
“Thanks,” I thank him, lifting the corner of my mouth.
“Always a pleasure.” He makes a bowing gesture.
I give a nod, walking out.
I open the door to our room and find her illuminated by a single glowing light orb, dancing in front of her face.
Reading of course.
“Hi,”she says, not looking up from her book.
“Hi, Honey.”
Her voice is tired. “Can you sit up please?” I ask, using my real voice. I switch the light on, and she comes out under the blanket. I step behind her, pushing her hair out my way, or what is left of it.
“I kind of like the short hair,” she whispers, biting her lip like she could feel my guilt because of her hair wash over me. She probably could feel it.
