Page 32 of Her Silent Knight

Now he was the one perspiring as his heart raced. Kaede took a step back, fighting against his dragon’s pull to move forward. His mate was unconscious, vulnerable. Now was not the time for these feelings.

Yet, even as he thought that, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her body. Her skin was darker than his light brown complexion. His treasure was a darker brown. Like the hot chocolate she’d been drinking earlier.

He was one hundred percent certain she’d taste sweeter than the beverage. He wanted to find out. Everything in him screamed for him to find out. His dragon roared, heating him from the inside out and causing smoke to billow from Kaede’s nostrils.

Need her.

Resisting the urge to move forward, Kaede balled his hands into fists. She was weak from using magic against him. Her temperature was low. He should be worrying about that instead of marveling over the shape of her body.

He’d never seen curves like hers before. And her thighs, he wanted to spread them apart and drop to his knees... fuck! Kaede swiped his hand over his face. He had to snap out of it. What the fuck was wrong with him? A chattering sound brought his attention back to his witch. She was shivering. Her teeth were chattering.

Do something, his dragon demanded.

At least the creature was no longer focusing on her flesh.

Hurry.

Kaede was already rushing to the bedroom to look for more clothes. He found the items he needed. However, this time, when he tried to dress her, she fought him. Unconscious, she moved this way and that way, shoving and kicking at him in her sleep as he tried to clothe her.

Her spell is still at work. She’s passed out, but her spell is still trying to protect her from us.

Which was probably why her body was starting to convulse again and erupt into flames. Shit. This was only causing her more pain.

The spell views us as a threat. Stop being threatening.

How the fuck was he supposed to do that? He stopped trying to put clothes on her and moved away from the couch. The flames returned to her body and she stopped convulsing. She really viewed him as a threat.

She hasn’t had a chance to get to know us. We did try to kidnap her, didn’t we?

“Shut up.”

It was true though. He’d tried to harm her. There was no reason for her not to view him as a threat. And he wouldn’t get a chance to tell her he was no longer a threat until she stopped trying to kill him.

The teeth chattering resumed. Her body started trembling again. She was cold, despite the warmth of the room. Kaede stepped forward then stopped. If he got too close, the spell would only force her to convulse again.

He couldn’t dress her. But he could put a blanket over her. Kaede rushed to the bedroom and pulled the big fur blanket from her bed. Possibly a gift from Rhen. Not important right now.

When he returned to her side, he draped the blanket over her and tucked it in at the sides. Then he stepped away from the couch before his presence caused her more pain. He stood watching until her teeth stopped chattering and her body stopped trembling.

We need clothes.

“Fuck clothes.”He wasn’t leaving her side.

If she awakes and sees us naked, she’ll only grow more alarmed.

Damn it. His dragon was right. There was nothing in her home that would fit him. He searched her closets. He found some of her clothes that would fit.

Our mate is not a stick. She has meat on her bones.

Yes, she did, Kaede thought, smiling. She was perfect. Clad in her gray cargo pants and a black sweater, he returned to the living area to find her shivering once more. He touched her forehead. She was freezing.

Maybe she used up too much of the fire inside her.

“She’s a fire witch. Her fire is part of her. She should have an endless supply, like us.”

Witches are not like us. Their magic isn’t infinite. If they’re weak, it’s weak. If they’re strong, it’s strong. And their spells can wear off. Their magic can become unstable. Her trying to use it on us has made hers unstable. We need to find a way to warm her up.

There was only one way. His fire.