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“I can try to heal that one, but it might be beyond my ability.”
I touch a finger to my forehead, the sharp pain stings across my skin. I look into his glowing eyes and nod slowly. A second stream of bluish-white light forms quickly in his palm. As it flows towards my head, my eyes cross trying to watch it.
“I have no powers unless I am touching you. But that will change after we mate,” he says as the burst of cold sends shudders through my body. The soothing warmth immediately calms me.
The glow in his eyes fades as he releases my hand. His shoulders slump slightly as if releasing me cost monumental effort. Tentatively, I tap the area on my forehead. The lump is smaller. The pain is dull. As if the injury is already a week old. His eyes are hard yet pleading. This can’t be real.
“Ok. Tell me how you did that. For real this time.” I try to keep my voice steady but fail. It comes out shaken. Terrified.
“I know it’s strange. But I promise I’m telling you the truth.”
“I think… that I believe you.” Even if this is a dream, it’s real in my mind. I can see and feel it. So the question becomes what condition is my mind in? Is this a coma-induced hallucination? Did the tree branch actually take me out? Am I dead? Maybe if I go to sleep here, I’ll wake up in my right mind.
My thoughts move too slowly, like trying to think through thick mud. I shake my head, looking into his beautiful chestnut eyes. My heart flutters. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off. I can’t take anymore stuff today.
“I need to sleep on this.”
“I acknowledge it may take your human mind a while to process. I’ll give you some time to think. If you need me, I’ll be waiting for you outside.”
“Wait, what? Waiting outside?” I ask incredulously.
“I won’t risk you dying because you got hit by a car or something equally stupid. Humans are fragile and weak. I need to protect you until we bond. I don’t like you being out of my sight.” He says sternly, like a father scolding a naughty child.
“Do. Not. Wait. for me outside. Go home. I have your number. I will let you know when I’m ready to talk.”
He huffs in frustration. I know he’s not happy with my demand, but I don’t care. I don’t need some controlling asshole following me to the bathroom in case I accidentally drown myself in the toilet.
“I’m not leaving you alone,” he growls. As if to make his point, he stalks to the kitchen, glancing at the vacant expression on my face. Pulling out the burnt lasagna, he turns off the oven. “You could have set yourself on fire.”
“You think I’d just sit here and let a fire consume me?”
He shrugs with a vague gesture in my direction like,Well, would you?
“Get out. Right now,” I snap, pointing at the door.
He pauses for a moment like he’ll argue again, a battle of different emotions racing across his face, before storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
I stare at the wall blankly for a while, letting my mind rest. My eyelids are heavy by the time I finally stand up, knocking a sleeping Bobble cat carelessly off my lap.
Muttering an apology to him, I go to the bathroom. I risk a glance in the mirror. My purple egg-sized lump is now a yellow splotch only the size of a coin. The scabs are gone. I prod it lightly. Only a dull ache remains.
Too much wine.
It doesn’t hurt because I drank too much. That’s all. No magical healing, no powers.
No mates.
Getting ready for bed, I don’t let my mind wander. Don’t think of the glowing blue stream so detailed I even saw fish jumping. Or how that same stream healed my bruise. Just sleep.
Don’t think about every fantasy book I’ve ever read or the roleplaying games featuring powerful sorceresses. Don’t wonder what it would be like to wield magic. Just sleep.
I’m having a stress-induced psychotic episode. That’s all. I’ll call my doctor tomorrow.
I toss and turn in my bed while Sunder’s eyes haunt me. In one breath he’s an angry, condescending jerk and in the next there’s a shadow of something softer.
This guy claims to be my soulmate, but he just wants to use me for his own ambition. He talks down to me and orders me around. I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.
Taking better care of myself doesn’t mean sleeping with a hot asshole to see if it gives me magical powers. Right?
