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Her eyes flick up again, and my heart skips a beat. “Do you mind?” she asks.
My eyebrows draw together, and she jerks her head toward my flame.
My eyes widen. “Oh! Of course.” I snap my fingers, and the flame shrinks to the size of an acorn. I shoot her a sheepish smile before she returns to the papers.
Questions bubble up inside of me. There is so much I want to know. So much I need to know. Does she have another person as cargo? Did she kill the last one? How can she focus so intently on something so dull? Will she try to trick me?
So many questions and so little time.
Perhaps the most important of them all: What is her name?
I want to know everything about her. Her favorite color. Food. Drink. Does she do anything to pass the time?
Has she been dreaming about me like I’ve been dreaming of her?
Probably not.
I huff a laugh, and she looks up again. “You’re odd.”
I nod in agreement, biting my tongue to keep the questions inside. If she thinks I’m odd now, a barrage of questions won’t help her views of me at all.
All too soon, the mysterious Winter Fae finishes her last signature. Sadness wells up within me as I retrieve a sizable black envelope from the drawer in the desk.
Reaching for the papers, our eyes lock, and I am bewitched. I want to dive into her eyes.
The most unnerving part is the way she does not break eye contact. She doesn’t seem uncomfortable at all. Seconds go by, and we remain unblinking, holding each other's gazes. It’s strangely intimate. Personal.
The temperature of my flame burns brighter and hotter with each passing second. I want to look away because I generally don't seek real intimacy, but the more primal part of me wants to be seen by her. To know her and let her know every part of me.
I don’t even know her name, and yet I would reveal my deepest, darkest secrets for a moment of her time.
A bead of sweat trails down my forehead, breaking my trance. A ghost of a smile flashes across her face, and she reaches out a hand. Snowflakes pop into existence, and she extinguishes my flame. The room instantly returns to a normal temperature.
My eyes widen, and something like satisfaction stirs in my chest.
Fire and ice.
She reaches for the envelope. I am acutely aware of how she avoids my hands. Something daring takes root within me, and I can’t help myself. I graze a fingertip against her thumb. Those blue eyes find mine again. My heart swells with feelings that are too big for my body. Am I really this starved for attention?
No. My gut tells me this is something special, something unique.
The female’s face doesn’t shift at all as she stands to leave. She gently pulls her fingers away without saying a word.
Regret stirs within me, along with something else. An intense feeling of impending loneliness. I don’t want her to leave. I have to think of something…
“How many people have you killed? Did you bring another tonight?” I blurt out rather loudly. My self-inflicted mental beating starts up instantly.
She lets out one breathy laugh. “You talk too much.” Laying the papers in the black envelope on the table, she meets my gaze again.
My heart stutters.
What is wrong with me?
I don’t have time to get control of myself before she turns to leave.
“Don’t worry. I will see you again,” she says over her shoulder.
“When?” I call after her.
