It was fairly close to freezing outside, but in all this time, I hadn’t felt one single shiver until he’d mentioned it.
I guess your mind is on other things.
He left the room without another word, and I slipped my still slightly damp clothes off, and traveled into the massive bathroom that looked like it was fit for a king.
Or a prince, I thought to myself.
He hadn’t said he was…but he hadn’t said he wasn’t, either.
Perdita had let it slip during one of the many back and forth conversations I’d had with her that day, and I knew that Nikolai had heard every word said between the two of us.
But he hasn’t said a word, and I had to wonder why.
That would be one of the many questions I’d asked him about once I got out.
And I had every intention of asking him…but the moment I got out of the shower, my eyes lit on the cotton t-shirt that I’d seen him wearing earlier in the day.
He must’ve put it there for me to slip on, and I did.
But the moment I had it over my shoulders, all the tension that’d built up in my body from the moment I’d realized we were mates, slipped away as if it’d never been.
It its place was a sort of peace.
I was surrounded by his scent.
And the moment I sat down on his bed, a strange sort of lethargy poured through my body, and I laid down completely on the bed.
My head hit the pillow, and I took an even deeper breath, filling my lungs with all that was Nikolai.
And, unsurprisingly, I fell asleep.
I was gifted like that.Chapter 6If a woman pulls out a knife during an argument, it is not recommended to pull out some bread, mayo, and cheese. Why? Because she will fucking kill you, not make you a goddamned sandwich.
-Word to the Wise
Brooklyn
I don’t know why I never expected Nikolai to be able to fight.
He had the muscles.
He worked out.
He was aware.
But he never struck me as fierce.
I wasn’t thinking that anymore, though, as I watched him beat the ever loving shit out of his opponent.
He never used a single one of his powers to accomplish it, either.
He did it all with sheer strength, force of will, and knowledge.
He was divine.
All we were supposed to be doing was buying some supplies for the house.
It’d been over two months since I’d woken from my coma, six weeks since he’d told me I was his mate and even longer since the housekeeper had stocked the kitchens.
I’d never been so happy to leave the confines of a house.
I would’ve been happy with going in a plain old car; but, today, Nikolai had taken me on a motorcycle, of all things.
I’d always wanted to ride on one but had never had the courage to ask for a ride.
Today, though, I’d practically begged Nikolai for us to take it.
He’d argued that a truck would hold more groceries, but I’d been adamant.
I didn’t even know why, either.
Just the thought of being in the open air, outside the confines of the sanctuary, turned me into a giggling mass of excitement.
And I was sure that nothing would ruin this day…but I’d been wrong.
Since I was now watching my man get ganged up on by five men.
My uncle’s cronies could ruin my day, as evidenced by the stupid goon trying to slash Nikolai’s face off with a fuckin’ saber sword.
I’d at first tried to help Nikolai, but his insistence that I back up and stay the hell out of it had been loud and clear, even when he hadn’t actually said any of those words out loud.
But he’d been awesome at screaming them inside my head like I was a disobeying three-year-old, rather than a twenty-six-year-old grown ass adult who knew how to wipe her own butt.
I watched with the brick wall of a convenience store at my back.
Nikolai’s bike was on its side where he’d dumped it.
My arm was scratched, and a strange throbbing sensation was going on with my ribs.
Funny enough, I hadn’t remembered ever hitting my ribs. Nikolai had been extremely careful about laying his bike down as we slid.
He’d also made me wear protective clothing, such as a brand new pair of motorcycle boots. A leather jacket with padding in the elbows and back, as well as a pair of pants that were supposedly flame proof.
I was glad he’d forced me to wear them now; but a scant hour before, as I’d been getting dressed, I’d been reluctant.
“Duck!” Nikolai screamed.
Then, I was seeing nothing but black. Everything around me was black.
“Nikolai!” I whispered frantically. “I can’t see!”
Strong arms, the arms that I was coming to care for in the short few days that we’d officially started to ‘date,’ wrapped around me.
“Shh,” he breathed, so low that I couldn’t be sure that he said anything at all.