Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
When we get to the back of the building, I show her my bedroom. “You can stay in here while you train.” My eyes flash over to the bed.
I don’t have many possessions and my room is pretty simple. But I have all the things I need and it’s clean, which is more than I can say for a lot of people on this side of the wall. She looks over the sparse room and then at me with a smile on her face.
“Everything is so nice here. Thank you.”
If she recognizes the room was mine, she doesn’t say anything about it. Hopefully I can explain to her we’re going to be sharing the bed once I get her in here permanently. I don’t want to push. She only just agreed to stay here, and a little more easily than I thought she would. I study her face. Maybe she remembers me. She’s years younger than me, but maybe she feels the pull between us. That has to be it. How could she not? It’s like a living thing around us.
“It’s already dark out,” I say as I take a step towards her. The flickering lights of the candles silhouette her face. “It’s not safe for you to walk home now,” I lie. No one on this side of the wall would dare touch her since I spread word she’s mine.
“I didn’t realize the time.” Her eyes are apologetic, but that’s not what I’m after.
“You’ll stay here with me then.” I place my hand above her head on the frame of the door, moving in closer to her. I want to breathe in her sweet scent because it calms me like nothing else.
When I glance down at her scrubs, I see a hint of ink on the skin she has hidden. “What’s this?” I ask, gently pushing away the fabric to show the wings of a bird.
“Oh, that’s nothing.” She dismisses it, her eyes shifting away from me, but she doesn’t make a move to stop me from looking.
“A sparrow?” I ask, then see the light in her eyes as they come back to mine, pink rising to her cheeks.
She licks her lips and I lean down. I want to kiss her. I grip the frame of the door so hard I’m shocked it doesn't break under my grip, but I don’t want her to run from me. So instead of pressing my lips to hers, I whisper in her ear. “The most beautiful bird I’ve ever seen.”
When I lean back, I can see her cheeks are fully flushed now. She clears her throat and looks over at the bed, then back to me.
“I’ll go get you some water and let you get undressed. I’m afraid we’re going to have to share the bed.” I release the door frame.
If she doesn’t like the idea of getting into bed with me, she doesn’t protest the situation. She only nods as I reluctantly push away from the frame and go into the kitchen to get her a glass of water and try to get myself under control. I concentrate on the task to get my dick to go down, but it doesn't listen to me. It hasn’t been listening since I found her again. She’s the only person to ever draw his attention.
On my way, I chastise myself for being so forward with her. I don’t want to push her too fast, but already I’m telling her she’s going to sleep in my bed tonight. With me in it. Fuck, why am I thinking with my dick? There’s so much at stake right now, and I can’t chance fucking this up. Not only can we use her in the Insurgence, but she’s my destiny. She’s the one I’ve been trying to find for more years than I care to count. And now that I’ve got her in my grasp, I need to be careful with her delicate wings.
I take a drink of water and steel myself. I don’t plan on getting much sleep tonight, but I won’t take her. Not yet. She’ll be bred soon enough, binding her to me in every way, but tonight I’ll give her peace. I make no promises come morning, but right now, I’ll rest easy knowing my love has finally come into my arms.
Chapter Four
Minnie
I watch Owen as he interacts with the kids. He’s so patient and kind. The children hang on his every word. Heck, so do I. I have been here for a few days and have never felt more at ease in my life. I’m also not as lonely as when I’m in my tiny apartment. Being able to openly talk about what I’m feeling without being scared that it could get me in trouble is freeing. It has only been a few days and already I know Owen was right. I’m already starting to feel a little freer each second I’m by his side.