“Don’t call me that. You don’t know what we are. This is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.”
“That doesn’t matter. I can feel it deep in my soul.”
My heart squeezed in a panic. How could he possibly know that? How could he be so damn sure?
“It’s okay if you don’t believe me yet. I’ll prove it to you soon enough.”
If I didn’t roll my eyes at him, I would’ve swooned.
Chapter Six
Lanche
Dain rolled his eyes at me, and for some reason, even though he thought I was being ridiculous, my heart leapt at the reaction. He was so adorable, and despite being grouchy as hell, he was also kind of… sweet. Or at least caring.
The fact that he wanted to hand me my icicle back rather than keep it and use my magic any way he wanted was a major green flag in my book. He didn’t want to take advantage of me, which was all I needed to know about his character.
Most people would’ve acted nice to my face, then turned around and forced me to do something I didn’t want to.
Dain wasn’t most people.
He cleared his throat. “Are you sure you won’t take it back?”
“I’m sure.”
He sighed, letting his breath out slowly, and looked at me for a long moment. “Are you hungry?”
That surprised me, but pleasantly so. “Um, yes, I am.”
“Okay… okay.” He blew out another breath. “Let’s order something to eat so we can talk for a little while.”
I knew my smile could light up the entire night’s sky.
After he ordered our food, Dain carefully placed my icicle on a bookshelf beside the TV stand, and as he released it, I did my best to hold in a gasp. The second his fingers left it, I could no longer feel him.
And I hated it.
The pull to be with him was still very much there—the proof that he was, in fact, my viramore, no matter what he said—but his essence mixing with my magic was no longer there.
Dain gulped loudly and glanced at me. “Did you feel that?”
I nodded. “I… I can sense you when you’re holding it.”
He frowned, then gave a nod before he walked into the kitchen. “All I have is water.”
“That’s perfect.” I wasn’t sure where to go or what to say next, so I slowly made my way to the kitchen doorway. I watched him move around the kitchen stiffly for a few moments. “Are you alright?”
With a small groan, he faced me. “I’m fine, just… tired. It’s been a long few days.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” He said it quickly.
That made me send him a shaky smile. “Okay. I… I want to stay.”
“Good.” His lips twitched, and I had a feeling he was holding back a smile. “Let’s… watch something while we wait.”
Okay, that would work and hopefully make me a little less awkward. Maybe.
