“You aren’t going to tell me who tricked you into cutting your hair for a book, are you?” My eyes were narrowing again. I had to fight for them not to.
Dace smiled like I’d just said or done the sweetest thing. “It doesn’t matter now. You look like you want to beat something to a pulp but I’m okay. Cutting my hair off led to Rosa warming up to me. She might mostly be doing it for Joanie, but she’s not mean to me. She listens when I talk.”
“She sounds nice,” I said simply, though I wondered at Rosa’s part in the hair cutting debacle that occurred before I was even here.
Glancing at the page, I translated a few bits and made a note, “We’ll have to pick someone’s brains about the stuff I don’t have a key for.”
“Maybe one of Joanie’s mates?” Dace muttered, half in thought.
“Not Rek,” we both muttered at the same time.
Sharing a look, we burst out laughing.
Rek wasn’t bad when he wanted to be, but when he was… ugh, when he was then all bets were off and he could be a giant pain in the rear.
We had a list of words to ask for symbols for, or of similar equivalent, by the time we’d called it quits, and Dace was still chortling over my admitted ‘Eat my fruit’ comment to Kehl. I’d needed to vent to someone and it had all just come blurting out.
After we’d called it quits and bedded down for the night, my mind wouldn’t shut off. It kept circling around the scene with Daisy and then Ufful.
What the hell had Kehl been thinking?!
He was worried about me so he sent someone else to check up on me and sniff out any potential interest in them, as what? A backup?
I was so disgusted with the whole thing and pissed off, it felt like my heartbeat was pounding in my ears for half the night.
Eventually sleep took me but my dreams weren’t much better.
I kept imagining I was running after things that were just out of my reach, so close, right there, but never within my grasp.
It was the best representation of my life so far.
The growls I was letting lose in my dreaming frustration constantly woke me up.
Something had to change but it wasn’t adding another male to the mix, that was for sure.
If Kehl wasn’t careful throwing males at me, he may just find himself tossed with this nonsense.
Chapter 14
Asleep. Awake. It didn’t matter. I was a grumpy, growling mess twenty-four-seven. It was only getting worse.
Guilt hit me, realizing Dace had given up trying to get me out of bed today and left for chores without me.
I’d get to them, eventually. That’s what I kept telling myself.
I was being an ungrateful beast and I knew it, but I couldn’t find the oomph to get out of bed and face yet another day.
Curling up in my bed facing the wall and shutting everything else out in favor of fighting off strange dreams was preferable than facing reality.
“She’s sleeping.”
A whisper soft voice dragged me from a thankfully peaceful sleep. No dreams, no nightmares, no anxiety inducing drama in my head playing out, just sweet, blissful nothing.
“All the day?” a deep voice inquired.
Dace hesitated.
“How long?”
