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Author: Rebekkah Ford
yeah, I could give him the benefit of the doubt. But still. This wasn’t the 1800s, and I sure as hell wasn’t dependent on a man to fight my battles and was perfectly capable of holding my own.
“Are you going to talk to me?” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath brushing my skin, causing my body to arch against him.
“It depends upon you,” I said in a stiff voice.
He squeezed me in his arms and kissed my cheek. “I already told you why you couldn’t come with me last night. I’d be too worried about your safety to focus on anything else.”
Every muscle in my body tightened. I think he felt it because he released me and stepped back. I picked up the plates, ignoring the little voice in my head urging me to throw them across the room. Instead, I placed them on the table with a bang, causing several pieces of bacon to bounce onto the Formica table.
“I don’t want you mad at me, Paige,” Nathan said, pouring himself some coffee.
I gritted my teeth and whirled around. “Too late for that.”
We both sat, the air choked with tension. I refused to look at him, but out the corner of my eye, I could see him stealing glances at me.
He lifted his fork with a bite size piece of French toast stuck to the end. “This is good.”
I glared. “It should be. I bought the bread from the bakery, the eggs and milk from the farmer’s market, and the bacon from the frickin’ butcher.”
He raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his coffee. I had to admit that despite my anger toward him, I couldn’t help but think how cute he was.
A long silence fell between us while we ate. I had the newspaper beside me so I tried to focus on reading it instead of the sound of Nathan’s fork scratching against the plate as he cut into his French toast or him chewing for that matter.
An article caught my interest about a father in Portland who shot his family a couple nights ago while they were asleep. The case remained under investigation, but the man claimed he had no recollection of his actions, except for driving home and feeling a heavy pressure against his chest and then blacking out.
Something cold slithered into my stomach when I remembered Carrie telling us right before Aosoth had possessed her, she had felt the same thing as this guy had. I wondered if he had ever been involved in the dark arts. Unless, he was soulless. But regardless, this case seemed more like the workings of a dark spirit than of a guy with mental issues.
“I saw the candles in the bathroom,” Nathan said, breaking the silence. “Did you do a ritual of consciousness?”
I picked up my plate and went to the sink, deciding I wasn’t going to tell him about my visions until he filled me in on everything.
“Yes, I did.”
“And.”
“And, I found out some disturbing information.”
“What?” In a flash he stood next to me.
“I’m not going to tell you.” I walked out of the kitchen with self-determined steps, leaving him standing there staring after me.
“Why?” he asked, his voice raised.
“Why should I? You don’t tell me anything or include me in your plans. You didn’t even wake me last night to tell me what happened.” As I headed for the stairs, a gust of air brushed against my cheek. When I turned to the staircase, I came face to face with Nathan. “Get out of my way.”
He cupped his hands on my shoulders. “Listen to me, Paige. You mean more to me than anything, and I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. Even if that means you being pissed-off at me.” He lolled his head back and let out a heavy sigh, and then looked at me. “Now with that being said, I didn’t wake you last night because I was exhausted. However, I planned on telling you what happened this morning.”
“Oh,” is all I could say, feeling a little embarrassed about my antics and allowing my emotions to run haywire.
“Let’s go back into the kitchen and finish our coffee,” he said.
I followed him, and we sat at the table.
“Are you going to talk to me?” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath brushing my skin, causing my body to arch against him.
“It depends upon you,” I said in a stiff voice.
He squeezed me in his arms and kissed my cheek. “I already told you why you couldn’t come with me last night. I’d be too worried about your safety to focus on anything else.”
Every muscle in my body tightened. I think he felt it because he released me and stepped back. I picked up the plates, ignoring the little voice in my head urging me to throw them across the room. Instead, I placed them on the table with a bang, causing several pieces of bacon to bounce onto the Formica table.
“I don’t want you mad at me, Paige,” Nathan said, pouring himself some coffee.
I gritted my teeth and whirled around. “Too late for that.”
We both sat, the air choked with tension. I refused to look at him, but out the corner of my eye, I could see him stealing glances at me.
He lifted his fork with a bite size piece of French toast stuck to the end. “This is good.”
I glared. “It should be. I bought the bread from the bakery, the eggs and milk from the farmer’s market, and the bacon from the frickin’ butcher.”
He raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his coffee. I had to admit that despite my anger toward him, I couldn’t help but think how cute he was.
A long silence fell between us while we ate. I had the newspaper beside me so I tried to focus on reading it instead of the sound of Nathan’s fork scratching against the plate as he cut into his French toast or him chewing for that matter.
An article caught my interest about a father in Portland who shot his family a couple nights ago while they were asleep. The case remained under investigation, but the man claimed he had no recollection of his actions, except for driving home and feeling a heavy pressure against his chest and then blacking out.
Something cold slithered into my stomach when I remembered Carrie telling us right before Aosoth had possessed her, she had felt the same thing as this guy had. I wondered if he had ever been involved in the dark arts. Unless, he was soulless. But regardless, this case seemed more like the workings of a dark spirit than of a guy with mental issues.
“I saw the candles in the bathroom,” Nathan said, breaking the silence. “Did you do a ritual of consciousness?”
I picked up my plate and went to the sink, deciding I wasn’t going to tell him about my visions until he filled me in on everything.
“Yes, I did.”
“And.”
“And, I found out some disturbing information.”
“What?” In a flash he stood next to me.
“I’m not going to tell you.” I walked out of the kitchen with self-determined steps, leaving him standing there staring after me.
“Why?” he asked, his voice raised.
“Why should I? You don’t tell me anything or include me in your plans. You didn’t even wake me last night to tell me what happened.” As I headed for the stairs, a gust of air brushed against my cheek. When I turned to the staircase, I came face to face with Nathan. “Get out of my way.”
He cupped his hands on my shoulders. “Listen to me, Paige. You mean more to me than anything, and I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. Even if that means you being pissed-off at me.” He lolled his head back and let out a heavy sigh, and then looked at me. “Now with that being said, I didn’t wake you last night because I was exhausted. However, I planned on telling you what happened this morning.”
“Oh,” is all I could say, feeling a little embarrassed about my antics and allowing my emotions to run haywire.
“Let’s go back into the kitchen and finish our coffee,” he said.
I followed him, and we sat at the table.
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