Curiosity fills me. How did he lose the limb? Does it hurt?
He isn’t here, so my questions remain unanswered.
Letting out a long breath, I drag myself out of the depths of the lush covers and lean back against his beautiful headboard. My cheeks flush as I take stock of the events of the last several days.
No way in hell had I harbored any secret intention of coming to his room. Once I was left alone with my FaePhone, I tried to call Elva.
The only number I knew was disconnected.
The overwhelming wave of sadness and disappointment had caused me to reach out to Erik. I had texted him, thinking he wouldn’t respond. My jaw had gone slack when he answered.
Gods above! He answered.
I press the heels of my palms into my eye sockets as I remember how shamelessly I had flirted with him in our messages. Little guppies wriggling in my stomach as I remember how the corners of my mouth tugged at every reply.
The high I had gotten from his attention had lasted until last night. Instantly, my thoughts darken as I recall the night before. Even though I’d exercised the entire day, restful sleep eluded me. When the nightmares began again, I had awoken in a silent scream, feeling like I couldn’t breathe. Survival instinct had caused me to lose all sense.
In the light of the morning, I try to tell myself that I had come here because his room was the closest. The truth is that he had saved me before, and deep down, I was sure that he could do it again.
Disgusted at how drastically my feelings have changed toward the arrogant, pain-in-the-ass pirate, I tear the covers off of myself and slide out of his bed.
What is wrong with me?
I don’t like the pirate. He’s an ass.
Standing on two feet, I scowl at his room.
The tension still doesn’t subside, so I ball the velvety soft fabric in my hands and throw it onto the ground.
The softthudit makes as it lands brings a smile to my face. It gets even wider when I realize this will piss him off.
Thatmakes me grin.
An angry Erik is one I can deal with. Besides, there is something about irritating him that makes me feel better. It enlivens me, this addicting feeling. I like getting a rise out of him and making him break the aloof, unreachable persona he puts on for his crew.
A wiser person might have considered that I have some daddy issues.
I am not wise or analytical.
Instead, I throw a pillow onto the ground.
Whatever strange feelings I had after spending a night in his bed slowly dissipate.
Thank the gods.
I throw another pillow.
The bedcovers soon follow. Then another pillow. A fourth.
He’s going to hate this.
Fabulous.
I realize I might look ridiculous, but honestly,mentalandhealtharen’t typically used in the same sentence in the Ice Mer courts.
Another pillow thuds against the door.
Discomfort is still threading through my thoughts, and I’m quickly running out of pillows to throw.