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Chapter9
Igot a lot closer to Jaiden that day. Not emotionally, but physically. Because Xian had stolen a car, and I was pretty sure he never had to take a driver’s ed course, hence I was certain I’d die before the day was over.
I had my seat belt on in the back, but still, I was being tossed around like a rag doll. The only things I had to hang onto was the doorframe and Jaiden’s hard body right next to mine.
It had been awkward at first, but then it was just a matter of survival.
After the stress got to me, I closed my eyes and refused to open them until the roller coaster ride on the highway of death was over.
I don’t know whether it was the stress that put me to sleep or the feeling of Jaiden’s big arm as it wrapped around my shoulders and held me steady.
He sat, unbuckled, in the middle seat. It would have been annoying if I hadn’t been resting on him so much.
So when I woke up, there were a few things that surprised me. One, the car had stopped, thank goodness.
Two, my head was leaning on Jaiden’s shoulder, and he sat still as a statue next to me.
I slowly sat up as I got my bearings. We were in front of another house. This one much bigger than the one from last night.
I didn’t know where the fae had taken me, but we were a ways from campus. There were no other houses around and the property stretched for as far as I could see. Admittedly, that wasn’t far because the property was bordered by trees on all sides, but no light from any neighbors penetrated the forest.
The house was fronted with four large white columns, and the large driveway led to a garage off to the side that could fit over a dozen cars. They were moving up in the world. Or stealing up in the world.
I moved my head from Jaiden’s shoulder and a whoosh of cold air surrounded me. I was still in his shirt, while he had picked up a T-shirt that was too small for him at the last house.
I had told him that it made sense for him to have his shirt back and I’d take the small one, but he adamantly refused. I still had no idea what had gotten into him. It was as if he were mad at me for even suggesting it.
So now I was in his warm blanket of a shirt, and he was in a shirt that outlined every curve of his biceps and clearly showed the formidable pecs and abs.
Maybe he knew how good he looked in it…Well, duh.He had to know he’d look delectable even in a paper bag.
My gaze dropped to the ground and heat crawled up my cheeks. When had I started thinking of him in terms of food adjectives? Nothing had changed. He was still holding me against my will and claiming I was going to pop out all of his babies.
That, in itself, was a cosmic joke. I’d always wanted children of my own. As an only child of two academic parents who knew more about the relationships between positive and negative ions than the relationship between parents and children, I had always been on my own.
They hadn’t truly wanted a kid. They were two people with astronomically high IQs who wanted to see what they could produce together. I was more an experiment than an act of love.
So, when resting at night, after completing the homework and assignments from my advanced placement courses—obviously—I’d dream of the family I’d have someday. A man who loved me more than life itself and so many kids running around that the only chaos theory I’d be interested in was finding out who put the remote in the freezer.
But I was my parents’ daughter, and as much as the idea of a family tickled me, I’d been sucked into academia. The research, the ability to see things others couldn’t, the satisfaction had all taken precedence. I hadn’t chosen not to date, but there hadn’t been time for it. The men I worked around—and most of my colleagues were men—were married, completely unattractive to me, or simply didn’t care about sexual fulfillment.
So now there was this out-of-this-world (literally) handsome being who said I was going to be his queen and have his children. If it wasn’t all so messed up, it might be a good thing.
But what was I supposed to tell our kids? “Oh, Daddy kidnapped me, but it’s totally okay!” I’d worked too hard for women’s rights to make excuses like that.
I rubbed at my chin, grateful I didn’t find any drool crusted to the skin. At least I hadn’t embarrassed myself too much.
“Did you sleep okay?” asked Jaiden in a whisper.
“Yes,” I said honestly. “Which is weird, considering. I think my subconscious wanted to protect me from Xian’s crazy driving.”
He chuckled, and I became very aware that he still held me close. Just last night I was making him promise not to touch me and now it was...comforting? Had the dream gotten to me that much?
The woman in the dream told me that if I surrendered, I’d have more control. She also told me that two kings would be fighting.
Knowing that the Seelie king was here as well, it seemed that the second half of her warning was coming true. Did that mean I should take her advice? Or did it mean that I was just more attracted to Jaiden now that he wasn’t covered in blood?
“Where are we?” I straightened up, pulling away from his grasp.
