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“Katarina.”
I whimpered.
“Look at me.”
I couldn’t look at whoever it was, I was frozen in fear. Afraid to move or I would set off the fire that would surely destroy us this time.
“Katarina. Look. At. Me.” The power in those words snapped me out of my anxiety.
Aeon’s multicolored eyes stared at me. They lured my attention and my thoughts while easing my anxiety. The tingling in my hands had receded, but my heart was still beating too fast.
“Breathe, just breathe.” His smooth voice was soothing. “You’re safe.”
“He’s… going to come… back for me,” I stuttered.
“Kit Kat, nothing is going to happen to you.” Lucien slowly walked into the bathroom.
I shuddered at the foreign feeling of magic in my hands.
“What if I hurt you, what if...”
“Nothing is going to happen to you or us.” Lucien scooted closer to me, grabbing my hand and kissing it. “Let’s get you washed up. Mr. Potter should be delivering your food soon.”
I looked back at Aeon, wishing he would say something else. He looked at me for a moment before he glanced at Lucien. They had a discussion without actually speaking. It made me wonder if they could speak to each other through a mind link. It wasn’t unheard of for wolves and their mates to have them, but I didn’t know how much that was true for them.
They nodded before Aeon got up and left the bathroom. My heart rate increased again, the overwhelming anxiety threatened to pull me under, my hands itched and even though Lucien was in the room, I felt alone. The slap of rejection was enough to pull me into the deep end.
Lucien looked at me with a weary expression. “He’s just—”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, waiting for the anger to take over.
“Ok, but I think—”
I cut him a look that said if he kept going, I would make sure he didn’t walk right for a week. Lucien exhaled harshly, we stared at each other while he contemplated whether to keep talking or not. Thankfully, he stayed quiet as he picked up a bar of soap, lathering it up, and helping me wash myself. We were quiet the entire time even though it felt like he had something more to say.
Lucien grabbed the shampoo off the edge of the tub pouring some in his hand, then leaned my head back so he could massage it in. His fingers were firm as they went in circles around my hairline, then massaging my temples. I released a groan of approval when he continued to clean my hair.
Pouring water over my hair to rinse it, he repeated it several times before he was satisfied there were no suds. He rung my hair out before he put the conditioner in it, again massaging it until I felt like I could go to sleep. He ran his fingers through my hair taking out the tangles. He massaged the bottom of my neck before he rinsed out my hair.
I was a pile of useless limbs by the time he finished helping me clean up. He helped me stand before he wrapped me in a towel that was already warm and used another towel to wrap my hair. Being this cozy made me want to go to sleep. I didn’t care about the scrumptious food that I could smell from the bathroom.
Lifting me, he took me to my bed, and sat me down before going to my closet to grab me some clothes. He was quiet in there making me wonder what he was going to bring out. He never really saw me in sleep wear, so I was curious about what he would choose.
He came out with clothes in his hands looking unsure, and on Lucien it was an adorable look.
“There were a lot of options,” he said, laying down leggings and a large shirt on the bed.
I couldn’t help the smirk that came on my lips. “I love that shirt, and this is fine. I do need underwear though,” I said, getting up off the bed to go to the dresser that had my underwear with bras and socks.
I grabbed my comfiest underwear and big fluffy socks. Even though I was warm I still felt a chill in my bones that I knew wouldn’t go away any time soon. Leaving the items on the bed, I took my towel off to put cream on my body before I put my clothes on. Lucien’s attention made me blush. I could feel his approval through our bond, but I could also feel his anxiety.
Once I had my shirt on, he picked me up and we sat on the bed. He turned me around, setting the tray of food in front of me. The chicken noodle soup looked delicious, especially with the fresh bread that I swear Mr. Potter started to make every day. Lucien pulled my hair out of my shirt before he started brushing it for me.
My lip trembled as he continued to detangle my hair. I had missed him terribly. Once he finished, he braided it. I was shocked that he even knew what to do but he was methodical in his technique.
“I’m impressed, Lucien,” I said, in between bites.
He didn’t say anything as he finished, and I had to stop myself from looking back at him.
