There must be more to her. Something we don’t know.
“Do you know that I hear your songs? It’s near constant. I gave up wishing that it would stop a long time ago. Does anyone else hear you?”
I stare at her, perplexed by the strange question. “I have no idea.”
She stands up, and I rush to catch her when she hits her head on the pots and pans rack that hangs above.
“Ow!”
She lands heavily in my arms and turns. Our lips mash together.
I freeze.
She stills.
Neither of us pulls back. She’s so soft, what does she taste like? I want to hold her for longer, touch her.
What the hell am I thinking? I shove her back, ignoring the bite of regret when she stumbles and almost falls. I swipe my arm across my lips, but my heart is racing like I just swam across the oceans.
Why did I think that?
Is this one of her spells? Can she do that? Probably. Maybe we are all slowly being bewitched by her.
“Watch it!” I snarl.
“Next time, just let me fall,” she snaps back.
“Don’t worry, I will,” I say coldly.
I’m too angry and alarmed to think of anything intelligent to say, I’m just relieved no one else saw it. I go into the bedroom and lean against the wall.
“It was just an accidental bump. It means nothing.”
Why am I touching my lips? Why can’t I get it out of my mind?
Because she’s a witch, and I’m worried she just poisoned me.
Liar.
I want to be out hunting the bad guys, doing something constructive so I forget about the fact that we’re living with the creature who killed our mate.
You didn’t care about your mate, you cared about your freedom.
That is true. Delia was nothing, and I felt nothing for her. Her death was just inconvenient.
I sit down on the edge of the bed. I need to get out of this house. Everything about it is so contrived. I would never admit it, but I miss the oceans, floating in the currents, curling up on a sandy bed. The push and pull of the tides is something I can feel even away from the ocean, but I miss the way it moves my body.
With a growl at my own annoying self, I go back out to start dinner. I might just send Leviathan to go hunt us a fish…or maybe I could go myself, that would be nice.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ROBOT VACUUM?”
I almost go back to bed.
It’s not hiding. It’s not cowardly, I just can’t take this demon’s bitching anymore.
“Ronit!” Diablos howls.
I sigh heavily and trudge back out, throwing my shoulders back and putting a mask of nonchalance on my face.
