after that
entrance." Cool liquid touched her lips, and she drank eagerly. Instantly
her headache receded into the background, and after more furious blinking,
shapes crystallized in her vision. "There, that should make you feel a bit
better." The softly spoken, melodic female voice wrapped itself around her, and she croaked a hoarse, "Thank
you."
"That's
quite all right, my dear. How are you feeling now?" The woman that lilting
voice belonged to touched her wrist briefly, and Macie jerked it away from her.
" Kaylom , where is he? What have they done to him? I want to
see him. He's done nothing wrong. Where is he? Where the fuck am I?"
The
words tumbled out of her and with it the realization that she could see. The
blinding light separated into pixels of color and shapes, and she drew in a
sharp breath, as her vision cleared, and she focused on the woman sitting on
the side of her bed. Straight, long, silver blonde hair framed a face so
beautiful it hurt to look at her. Despite the lines showing her advanced years,
this woman shone with an inner beauty and serenity that manifested itself in a
warm golden glow around her slim form. Macie's gaze snared at the diamond
encrusted collar she wore around her neck, and the woman's lips curled up into
a smile. Long elegant fingers brushed a strand of her hair away, and her
brilliant blue eyes held a shimmering warmth and affection that bathed Macie in
her approval, though what she had done to deserve that she wasn't quite sure.
"It
does you credit to ask after your mate at a time like this. I told you Kaylom chose well, Arich ."
A
furious growl from the other side of the bed made Macie look over there, and
she immediately wished she hadn't. The man stood there watching the scene in
front of him from under hooded eyelids, looked just like she imagined Kaylom to look. Shoulder length black hair, peppered with strands
of grey framed a harsh, proud face with an angular jaw, covered in several
days' worth of scruff. The man's full lips sat in a grim line, and the veins
stood out on a thick neck, sat on massive shoulders. His equally enormous and
muscled arms were crossed over his chest, fists clenched. In fact his entire
body looked coiled for action, and suspicion and mistrust surrounded him like a
heavy, black cloak.
Macie
instinctively dropped her gaze under his fierce stance, and immediately wished
she hadn't. Her cheeks heated, taking in the way his thighs strained against
the clingy fabric that covered them, and there was no missing the heavy bulge
in his groin, even with the long tunic covering it. This had to be Kaylom's father, and it was all kinds of wrong to notice
these details, but she couldn't help but look again anyway.
The
woman next to her laughed, as though she'd read Macie's thoughts.
" Kaylom takes after his father, as you will have
noticed."
Macie
shook her head and groaned. Can you say
busted? Sheesh, these were Kaylom's parents, and
she was acting as though she'd never seen a man before, which was strictly
speaking true, but made the whole situation even more awkward.
"I—I…"
She gave up and simply stared at her clasped hands. If she didn't look around
then she wouldn't get herself into trouble, and it also helped with the
pounding in her temples. Being confronted with so much visual stimuli made her
feel queasy.
"I'm Lycille , by the way and Kaylom's mother, as I'm sure you must have guessed by now. I would like to say I'm
pleased to meet you, but your presence here has caused considerable uproar,
already, and it means my son is currently sitting in a prison cell, so—"
"He
what? Why?" Macie interrupted the other woman and glared at her. She yanked at
the downy soft blanket covering her and for the first time realized that she
was dressed. The long tunic like dress skimmed the top of her breasts and was
the most beautiful deep blue. It echoed Lycille's clothing, minus the corset that cinched the older woman's curves in, and gave
her a beautiful shape.
entrance." Cool liquid touched her lips, and she drank eagerly. Instantly
her headache receded into the background, and after more furious blinking,
shapes crystallized in her vision. "There, that should make you feel a bit
better." The softly spoken, melodic female voice wrapped itself around her, and she croaked a hoarse, "Thank
you."
"That's
quite all right, my dear. How are you feeling now?" The woman that lilting
voice belonged to touched her wrist briefly, and Macie jerked it away from her.
" Kaylom , where is he? What have they done to him? I want to
see him. He's done nothing wrong. Where is he? Where the fuck am I?"
The
words tumbled out of her and with it the realization that she could see. The
blinding light separated into pixels of color and shapes, and she drew in a
sharp breath, as her vision cleared, and she focused on the woman sitting on
the side of her bed. Straight, long, silver blonde hair framed a face so
beautiful it hurt to look at her. Despite the lines showing her advanced years,
this woman shone with an inner beauty and serenity that manifested itself in a
warm golden glow around her slim form. Macie's gaze snared at the diamond
encrusted collar she wore around her neck, and the woman's lips curled up into
a smile. Long elegant fingers brushed a strand of her hair away, and her
brilliant blue eyes held a shimmering warmth and affection that bathed Macie in
her approval, though what she had done to deserve that she wasn't quite sure.
"It
does you credit to ask after your mate at a time like this. I told you Kaylom chose well, Arich ."
A
furious growl from the other side of the bed made Macie look over there, and
she immediately wished she hadn't. The man stood there watching the scene in
front of him from under hooded eyelids, looked just like she imagined Kaylom to look. Shoulder length black hair, peppered with strands
of grey framed a harsh, proud face with an angular jaw, covered in several
days' worth of scruff. The man's full lips sat in a grim line, and the veins
stood out on a thick neck, sat on massive shoulders. His equally enormous and
muscled arms were crossed over his chest, fists clenched. In fact his entire
body looked coiled for action, and suspicion and mistrust surrounded him like a
heavy, black cloak.
Macie
instinctively dropped her gaze under his fierce stance, and immediately wished
she hadn't. Her cheeks heated, taking in the way his thighs strained against
the clingy fabric that covered them, and there was no missing the heavy bulge
in his groin, even with the long tunic covering it. This had to be Kaylom's father, and it was all kinds of wrong to notice
these details, but she couldn't help but look again anyway.
The
woman next to her laughed, as though she'd read Macie's thoughts.
" Kaylom takes after his father, as you will have
noticed."
Macie
shook her head and groaned. Can you say
busted? Sheesh, these were Kaylom's parents, and
she was acting as though she'd never seen a man before, which was strictly
speaking true, but made the whole situation even more awkward.
"I—I…"
She gave up and simply stared at her clasped hands. If she didn't look around
then she wouldn't get herself into trouble, and it also helped with the
pounding in her temples. Being confronted with so much visual stimuli made her
feel queasy.
"I'm Lycille , by the way and Kaylom's mother, as I'm sure you must have guessed by now. I would like to say I'm
pleased to meet you, but your presence here has caused considerable uproar,
already, and it means my son is currently sitting in a prison cell, so—"
"He
what? Why?" Macie interrupted the other woman and glared at her. She yanked at
the downy soft blanket covering her and for the first time realized that she
was dressed. The long tunic like dress skimmed the top of her breasts and was
the most beautiful deep blue. It echoed Lycille's clothing, minus the corset that cinched the older woman's curves in, and gave
her a beautiful shape.
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