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He looked from her to Castian, who shrugged. “We can send Alek and call Blue Jays to send some boys for back up.” Castian offered.
Hearing this seemed to give Sabina hope, because she took another step closing the distance between them. “See, that works. Trust me, I won’t be leaving home any time soon.”
Raijin, though reluctant; gave a short nod. Watching her face fill with happiness, did something to his heart. He frowned as the warmth from his heart spread to his limbs. She gave a little hop, before wincing. Without thinking it through, he reached out and grasped her hand to steady her.
The sensation of her warm, soft hand in his burned his own skin with its presence. His heart rate picked up and immediately his noise was filled with the delightful scent of honey and lemon. His mouth grew wet with hunger, and his eyes burned. He found himself fighting the urge to rub her skin, taste her skin. Hell, he was fighting the urge of putting his dick in her.
He swallowed, once again battling his based instincts.
“I almost injured myself, again.” She joked as she straightened herself, her hand firmly in his. She was obviously unaware of the affect she had on him, as she turned to look up at him with warmth. “Thanks.” He gave a short nod, letting her go and quickly took a step back.
“Castian, I’ll assume you have a handle on this. I’m going to meet Malcolm below and leave for the Council Hall.” He said.
“Yes, I do indeed.” Castian said, eyeing Sabina with a licentious gleam. “Go along dear leader.”
Raijin felt reluctant to go but another spike of hunger convinced him he needed to leave. He wasn’t going to be able to function if he remained, he needed to learn what about this woman triggered him, and quickly so that it wouldn’t cause any interruption in the investigation.
“Okay, see to it you report back when you arrive at their residence.”
Castian reached out, gently taking Sabina’s hand and laying it on his arm. Sending Raijin, a mock reassuring smile, “Yes, Yes—, anything else?” He asked.
Raijin bit back the other words he wanted to say, shooting the man a look of warning before he turned and marched off. For a monster who prided himself on his control, he could feel the strings that made him up slowly unravelling. He cursed, as he avoided a flying stretcher with a shedding werewolf. He would speak to Tiller to find out if there was something that he could do that would relieve him of this craving and reactions.
There had to be some spell or potion for him.
He didn’t want to lose the warm look he received from Sabina.
Another reason he needed to look into it, he cared way too much about the opinion of a random witch.
Sabina
“Mom.” Kahlias shouted.
Catching her daughter in her arms, Sabina ignored the pain in her side. And tightened her hold of her daughter to her body. She’d spent most of her time, waiting for Lanias to check her out thinking about Kahlia.
Her daughter had been at home alone, well with her nanny; worried about her. She didn’t know about others, but she felt far better recovering at home. Not that she could recover from a secret curse.
“I was worried,” her daughter said as Sabina settled her down on her feet. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes slightly red. “I thought something bad had happened.”
Her heart squeezed, and she laid a soft hand on top of her daughter spirally curls. “Really? But now you know you don’t have to worry? Right?”
Her daughter frowned, giving her a once over. “But, dad said you were in the hospital.”
She awkwardly smiled, “I was but, everything is fine now. I just fell, you know how clumsy I am.”
Kahlia nodded enthusiastically at this, “That’s true, you fall over air all the time.”
Hearing this Sabina rolled her eyes, “Geeze thanks.”
“But it’s true,” Kahlia insisted.
Sabina bumped her with her knee slightly, “C’mon miss truth teller, lets head to bed.”
“Aww, but mom.” Kahlia complained.
Lifting her chin, and turning her eyes away from Kahlia’s pouting expression she shook her head. “Nope, nope, you’re not going to get me with the puppy dog eyes.”
“Mom—.” Kahlia whined.
