Primals (Reverse Harem 1)

What kind of mind reader am I that I couldn’t even read his real intentions? Unless, of course, he had his mind made up at that time and then deliberately changed it?

Bastard. And to think I cooked for him. To think I almost kissed him.

Closing my eyes, I run my finger over my trembling lower lip, a blush coating my cheeks as I remember the heat burning in the coals of Sebastian’s eyes. I could have sworn he was just about to kiss me when I turned away, not trusting myself not to kiss him back if he did.

I pound my fist on the table.

Well, whatever that was, it’s gone now. When he comes back, he won’t have rabbit stew or any sort of warm welcome. Definitely not a kiss. In fact, I’m more likely to bury my fist in the perfect jaw of his when he comes back.

That’s if I were waiting around. I’m not. I’m so out of here.

I gather whatever food I can find in the kitchen, a few bottles of water, a flashlight, a map, some first aid supplies and the knife for a weapon, packing them all into an empty bag. Then I change into the thickest, warmest clothes I can find, even if everything of his absolutely bags on me. I roll of sleeves and cuffs, feeling like a child playing dress up in her parent’s clothes.

I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, tucking some wayward strands of hair under my purple ski hat, thankful I hadn’t lost it in the plane crash.

Now, I’m ready to go.

The question is: How do I get out?

I head to the spare bedroom, checking the window. It’s locked, too.

I look around, trying to see what I can use to break the window open.

The set of drawers maybe? Not the whole piece of furniture. One drawer should do. I’m only trying to break glass, not put a hole through the wall.

It looks heavy. The dresser is solid wood, not that cheap particle board crap they sell at Ikea. With the awkward shape, it’ll be hard to swing properly to give it decent momentum.

I’m being idiotic. Of course I can do this. I’ve moved enough times to know I can cart around a decent-sized box of stuff. I got that couch upstairs with very minimal help I might add, from my friend Min.

I snort. First, super strength. Now, mind reading and health regeneration. Wow. I should have my own comic book and movie franchise, then I’d be a billionaire.

But first things first.

Taking a deep breath, I yank the top drawer out of the dresser. Thankfully it’s empty.

Three, two, one...

Summoning all my strength, I throw the piece of wooden furniture at the window, the glass shattering. As an added bonus, I’ve taken out a chunk of the frame. Outside, a branch snaps as the drawer hits a tree and then falls into the snow with a splash some twenty feet away

Whoa.

For a moment, I just stand there, gaping at my feat. I have super strength after all. I look at the dresser and wonder briefly if I could have flung the entire piece of furniture out the window. I think briefly about trying, just for the hell of it. Then I remember what I’m supposed to do and I stop being my own fan girl, wrapping my hand in the sheets to remove the splinters of glass from what’s left of the frame before jumping out.

Escape successful. Now, I just have to get to the nearest town.

And hopefully, not run into some bears.

As good as I am with animals, I doubt I can read their minds. And as good as I am at a healing, I think getting mauled by a bear would hurt extremely, and if I’m in pieces, I may not heal at all.

After consulting the map and wrapping the scarf I found more firmly around my neck, I start walking in what I hope is the right direction. OK, yeah, maybe I’m ignoring the fact that I’m in the Alaskan wilderness. The very fact that Sebastian is out here tells me that people do live out here. I only need to find one of them. How hard can it be?

Let’s do this.

I DON’T WANT TO DO this anymore.

As I close my nearly empty bottle of water, I lean against a tree, an icy mist gathering around my face as I catch my breath.

I don’t know how many miles I’ve walked or how far I have to go. All I know is that this is the second time I’m seeing the moon since I left Sebastian’s cabin, the silver crescent peeking through a veil of clouds.