“Then help me,balisra. I need you at my side.”
“There’s no other place I’d rather be,” she admitted, at the same time praying it was where she would one day be allowed to be but essentially knowing it was out of her control.
As well as his.
Chapter Fifteen
Friday, February 2, 2018
When Acadia opened the door to Kaj’sroom, she was surprised to find it was dark.
Well, mostly dark. The fire was blazing in the fireplace, which offered enough light to see by, the golden glow licking along the walls and the furniture near the hearth.
Her gaze settled on the bed first. No Kaj.
Then the bathroom. Nope. Just as dark as the room.
Frowning, Acadia stepped inside, easing the door closed behind her. “Kaj?”
“Good evening.”
His voice came from the direction of the fireplace, on the opposite side of the room from the bed.
“Is everything all right?”
“Come join me, please.” The tension she detected in his tone gave her pause.
Was he in pain? Was he upset? She didn’t know him well enough to decipher his mood, but it wasn’t like it really mattered what was bothering him, she had a strange desire to fix whatever it was.
She made her way over, taking in his still form. He was sitting on the thick-cushioned love seat that she often sat on when he was resting. He patted the spot beside him.
Acadia looked at the cushion, up to his face, back to the cushion. It wasn’t difficult to understand what he wanted from her, but what she didn’t know was why. Was he planning to tell her he was leaving? That he no longer needed her assistance?
As for why those were her first concerns, Acadia wasn’t quite sure.
Confused, she met his stare. “What’s going on?”
“I want to talk to you.”
That didn’t sound good.
Then again, he had been acting a bit strange since the morning when he’d fed from her neck while she’d been in his bed. Though he had fed from her three times since then, it had been from her wrist and while he was sitting on the edge of the bed. As though he’d been bothered by what happened between them.
As for her, Acadia only remembered how good it had felt when he touched her, even more so when she’d slept at his side through the day. That was the first and only time she’d spent in his arms, and there was no denying she’d been hoping for more. That hadn’t been his plan, though.
“About?” she prompted as she resigned herself to the conversation, easing onto the seat though not getting comfortable as she angled her body toward his.
His green eyes glowed in the firelight as he stared at her.
When he placed his hand on her cheek, she started, surprised by the touch. But before he could pull away, she reached up and held his fingers to her face.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
“For?”
“What happened the other morning. I was completely out of line.”
The other morning. When he’d brought her to orgasm after finding his own. He thought he was out of line? How? She’d practically begged him, hadn’t she?
