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The last thing I hear is his growl of “You belong to me.” Before I pass out into blissful darkness.
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I don’t know how long I was out, but the first thing that I sense is the heat surrounding me, the gentle beat of a heart next to my ear. Strong arms are surrounding me, holding me against a rock-hard chest. The light scent of leather and sandalwood lulled me into a false sense of comfort. I know who is holding me before I even open my eyes.
“How are you feeling?” his deep voice rumbling in his chest like hot chocolate would sound on a cold day. I smile at my thoughts as I open my eyes and see his concerned face looking at me.
“I’m fine, sorry I don’t know what happened I have never fainted before.” Must have been the exhaustion I was feeling when I left my caravan. My head still feels woozy, and my body feels like it’s still sleeping, heavy and sluggish.
“It’s the reaction to touching me,” his words have my smile widening. Well, one thing about him is that he’s cocky, maybe he’s one of those sweet talkers with all the ladies.
“I doubt that, you might be hot but I don’t think you mind blowing hot” I say that, but there is something about this man that keeps me memorized. I know that I should be telling him to put me down, but for now I am enjoying this way too much to stop it just yet. I know that I should be frightened about a strange man appearing from nowhere, saying that he needs me, holding me in his arms. I know I should, but I’m not.
I don’t know what it is about him, but he doesn’t give me any scary vibes. Anyone looking at him would say I’m crazy, after all, the man doesn’t look like he sings in the choir. Looking at him anyone would say he has seen his fair share of fights, that he is dangerous in whatever he puts his mind to. Even though I know all of that, deep down I know that I am safe with him.
He gives me a sense of absolute freedom, a sense that I have been looking for so long. I have fought with my parents for my independence, thinking that I would be happier, that living on my own would give me that sense of freedom. I was wrong, that feeling of being in the wrong place all the time was frustrating and persisted. Now, out of the blue this man appears, and it seems like everything has been put to right, I’m sure it must be the exhaustion.
“What did you mean you belong to someone else?” His gruff question has me tensing, what the hell am I thinking. I tense wiggling to be put down, how could I forget that I am practically married. “Stop that!” He orders.
“Let me down.” I insist as I try to get out of his arms again, but instead of releasing me he tightens his arms.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“I am getting married in two days,” I reveal, “now let me go.”
“No, you’re not,” his answer has me snapping my eyes up to his, who is he to think that he can tell me what to do. I should be screaming right now; he is lucky I’m not.
“Unless you know something I don’t, I can assure you that I am.” I respond as I place my hands on his chest to try and push away from him.
“Stop that, you are going to hurt yourself.”
“Well, then let me go.” I demand with a glare
“I will let you go after we talk,” he has the audacity to insist.
“We just did,” I argue still pushing against his chest hopelessly.
“You cannot marry,” he persists on a deep growl “you belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone, who do you think you are telling me what I can and cannot do.” I have had enough of people my whole life trying to tell me what to do, I will not let a total stranger try it with me.
“You don’t understand, I am different. When you touched me, you became my mate and the change in you has already started. That is why you fainted.” His explanation has me gasping, is he mad? I shake my head in exasperation, if he isn’t mad he must think I’m an imbecilic to believe something like that.
“Listen, I don’t know who you think you are, but you are starting to sound a little creepy now.” I say forcefully, “If you don’t put me down, I will scream.”
He has the audacity to grunt, “I will put you down, if you promise to at least listen to what I have to say.”
I should refuse, should turn my back on him once I’m on the ground and sprint right back to safety. I should, but for some unforeseen reason I’m not going to because something about this man is holding me in place. “Fine, I’ll listen” I mutter grudgingly.
He nods, letting go of my legs so they drop down to the ground, he then takes a step back letting go of me completely. I feel a loss as soon as his arms are not touching me, like a piece of me has been taken away. What the hell is wrong with me?
“What I just said to you is true, I am an Elemental.” His answer has me raising my eyebrows, am I supposed to know what that means? I shake my head at him in confusion as I raise my hand to my shoulder. Something must have bitten me; my shoulder and upper arm are starting to sting.
“I’m not very good at this.” He mutters as he raises his hand to run his fingers through his hair.
“Are you trying to tell me that you belong to some cult or club or somethi…aww” I cry out as a sharp stab runs through my upper left shoulder to my elbow.
“What’s wrong?” Haldor asks his hands on my waist, his expression worried.
