This time, I recognize it isn’t English, but I still understand him perfectly.
“Your people? Who do you know who speaks old Norse? Wouldn't you be far from home?”
Shocked, he takes a step back.
“You should not understand me, this must be some cruel joke.”
I watch, fascinated as his hair starts growing while all of it turns black.
Okay, either I’m on some good shit or I’m correct and he’s not from this world.
“I like you better as a red-head,”I clamp my mouth shut and slap my hand over it.
How in the hell can I speak his language? Maybe he’s a wizard or something and he’s controlling my mind. I turn to run back to the still open door, but it closes and he’s in front of me before I can get two steps away
His green eyes shine like emeralds as he leans in my face. “Who are you?”
“Shyla Warren?” I hate that it sounds like a question, but that is supposed to be who I am.
He grabs my face and presses me to the door, looking deep until my eyes as if he’s trying to read my mind. I get that feeling that something is familiar, but I cannot place it. His touch feels as if low level currents are firing through my body.
“If I inhabit my true form, it’ll erase your memory.”
Maybe that’s what happened previously. Maybe this isn’t the first time I was here, and he has erased my memory before. That would explain why my life is so damn unrecognizable.
“Do it,”I challenge him in his language.
Maybe this time I won’t come back.
He clenches his jaw, but he starts to change. Fire. His entire body is alight with red, gold, and blue flames. His hair is now flowing fire and I cannot look away. It’s the most divine thing I’ve ever seen. I should be terrified, screaming, or at least in pain from being so close to his heat, but I feel nothing but wonder.
“Is this your true form? It’s the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Shocked, he lets me go and reverts to the red-head I’ve grown accustomed to seeing.
“Sigyn?” he whispers. His eyes are tender like he somehow loves me.
I clutch my chest, hearing that name hurts my heart. Still, I don’t know who that is or why I feel that way.
“Who?”
Have you ever heard that name?
I tilt my head because I can hear him although his mouth hasn’t moved. In turn, I just think about my response.
I don’t think so. I feel something when you say it?
What do you feel?
Oh, shit. That worked.
It did. Answer me.
Pain.
His touch is gentle this time. In a flash, I find myself in a bed with him next to me. It must be his room because everything is bigger like him. The plush, black sheets envelope me but I’m caught in his eyes.
“Why am I in here?” My question is a soft whisper.
