"He is Kaelith, my brother." She looked confused at Rafael and he sensed her eyes on him. "You will be living with him for some time."
Her head snapped at him.
“Are…you not…” she mumbled lowering her head feeling upset.
Rafael swallowed hard crouching in front of her before taking her hands between his and squeezing them. “You see, I have some business to take care of. And it might get messy and I can not risk your safety. But I promise, I will be back soon.”
She felt tears stinging her eyes, there was heaviness in her chest. In this short time, she had become so attached to himand when he was telling her he was going to leave she felt her world-shattering.
Rafael gulped and quickly averted his gaze to Kaelith.“Keep her safe.”
He stood up with a heavy heart. Amara did not look at him; she refused to when she sensed him backing away.
There were silent gazes exchanged between Kaelith and Rafael. But none of them said anything. Amara clenched her jaw as tears ran down her cheeks but she did not look up. Not even when Kaelith stepped forward before bending down and rolling her wheelchair over on the ground as she looked over her shoulder at Rafael looking at her with clenched jaw and dark eyes.
Amara couldn’t understand why Rafael left her here, but she decided to not think about him. With blurred memories and nameless thoughts, she let Kaelith push her chair. Her hold tight on the side rests as she sniffed.
Kaelith could hear her sniffling, and it disturbed him.
Even after losing her memories, her habit of crying didn’t go away.
She nervously gulped when they reached the doorstep and looked at Kaelith for a moment as the said man just gave her a cold glare.
Kaelith ignored her teary gaze. Now that he was looking at her, she could see the depths of his dark grey eyes that looked like shining cognac diamonds. Like churning champagne and danger.
"You want me to carry you?" He suddenly asked and she frowned feeling too intimidated by him. Kaelith sighed, moving in a way that he was standing in front of her. He was so much taller than her, and her neck had started to strain. Kaelith found her cheeks crimson under his gaze.
"W-what?-" before she could process, he said. His voice was still raspy and cold. "Your room is upstairs; I cannot wheel this up the stairs."
"It's f-"
"Hold on tightly," he muttered not giving her any time as he bent down and placed his arm under her knees and one behind her shoulders before he scooped her in his arms. She yelped at the sudden movement and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck afraid she might fall.
She hid her face in embarrassment as he carried her up the stairs
***
"This will be your room for the time being. The kitchen is on the ground floor." Kaelith bellowed as he settled her on the bed. Her limbs stretched as he placed pillows before making her sit comfortably against the bed rest. Her heart was beating so fast against her rib cage that she found it hard to meet his gaze or even look at him. Kaelith took a step back once he was satisfied that she was comfortable.
There was a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he watched the color slowly bloom across her cheeks.
It was dangerously distracting.
As though her skin itself had betrayed the effect he was having on her.
His lips twitched almost imperceptibly before he tilted his head toward the bedside table.
“There’re some books.” His voice came low. Far too deep for her already unstable heartbeat. “Paints. Brushes.” Amara followed the direction of his gaze. A small stack of books sat neatly beside the bed; tubes of paint scattered beside clean brushes and untouched canvases.
Her fingers instinctively reached for the top book. The moment her skin brushed against the worn cover, something stirred inside her.
There was a strange ache.
Her brows pulled together slightly.
She traced the embossed letters with her fingertips before looking back at him.
“Do I… like these?” She was curious.
