Make Me: The World of Knott

22Jaide

"I hearyou want to go on an adventure."

I turned at the voice, hugging the overly large towel around me like the squishy blanket I had been using it as. Suddenly it was a shield. Two seconds ago the room had been empty and I was preparing to drift to sleep to somehow find a way out of this crippling exhaustion. Now, Elliot stood in the door to the bathroom, leaning against the frame in a stance that was clearly meant to be casual.

"Naked Fae bastard! Don't you own any clothes?" I had just barely gotten myself calmed down, and this guy had to come swinging back into my life like freaking Tarzan.

"Own them? Yes. And I'm not a Fae." His mischievous grin was really making me doubt that. Both on the clothes and on him not being a Fae.

"Whatever. You should go put on the clothes you own and leave me alone. I'm sleeping." I scowled at him before flopping back down on the bed and the piles of blankets I had slowly made my own over the last few days.

"You don't appear to be sleeping. Besides, do I need to remind you that you are in my bed?" I didn't look at him, I just shook my ass at him as I burrowed myself deeper into my nest.

"Sleeping," I said, waving my hand behind myself in what should have been a dismissal. Instead the mattress on the bed compacted, rocking me around a bit. "You really can't take a hint, can you."

"Again. You are in my room, and you are clearly not sleeping."

"I might be, you're here after all. I'm still not convinced you are real. For all I know I’m hallucinating you, seeing as you vanished into thin air. So, I’m either hallucinating you, or you are a Fae." I wiggled my way out of my burrow to stare at him in question, but he just smiled and leaned closer to me.

Gah! I needed to sleep. Exhaustion had almost always led to heats from me and after Garret and Parris's warning I really wasn't wanting to risk it. Stupid Fae bastard was making all of that complicated.

"Not hallucinating. Not a Fae." Him and his smug ass grin.

"So, you can just disappear, but are not a Fae?" He shook his head, clearly not going to give me any more than that. Because of course he wouldn't. I swear Elliot existed just to drive me crazy. If he existed at all.

I growled at him before burrowing back into my nest. Maybe if I ignored him he would disappear again.

No such luck. I squealed as his big, cold, and strangely clean foot wiggled its way under my towel blanket and pressed against my skin.

"Go away!" I was shrieking, he just laughed.

"No. Don't you want to break out of here and explore your brother's old room? That is what you said, right?" He was still pressing his foot against me, that time right against the side of my boob.

"Icy toes from hell!" I was up like I had been spring loaded, staring at the naked man who was once again lounging on my bed... or his bed... I was really going to have to get that cleared up.

"How did you hear about that?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He just smiled and leaned back, hands behind his head again as he made all his tattoos flex and wave. "Did you talk to Dawn?"

"Dawn? The girl who left you the note?" He shook his head. "No. Let's just say a little bird told me."

"A little bird?" He smiled at my question and let one leg drop to the floor. Which of course left that other part of him smiling up at the ceiling. "Can you please go put some clothes on?"

"Yes. Now are you ready for an adventure?" He made no move to go put clothes on.

"Cover your junk and then we will go." I had seen him wear a robe on that first day, so I knew he knew how to wear clothing. Thankfully, this time he actually obeyed.

Elliot rose from the bed like a dancer, his body pulling elegantly as he turned from me and stepped toward the large wardrobe. He was every bit the muscular God I had come to know of him as.

A muscular god with a tuft of fur between his butt cheeks.

"What the hell is that? Did you sit on a mouse?" I was ready to kick the thing off him if I needed, but Elliot just shook his fanny at me as he laughed.

"No. You aren't the only one who has been plugged recently. Although Garret is a bit nicer about it, trust me." He shook what I now recognized as the same wolf's tail as before, letting it swish over the backs of his knees before he pulled a velvet robe from the wardrobe.

"What the fuck?" Here I was wearing a damp hanky for clothes when there was a velvet robe just inches from me. I was up and running before Elliot had even closed the wooden door to the old cabinet. I flung the doors open, ready to grab my own red velvet robe and found nothing but a dust bunny and a bent wire hanger.

"What the fuck!" That one was shriller, and Elliot cringed as he tied the robe around himself.

"My room." Elliot patted me on the head like I was some kind of child, his patronizing smile burning into me as he turned and breezed toward the door. He moved so fast it almost looked like he was gliding over the dark stained wood. His feet were moving, but not fast enough for how quickly he moved across the room.