“Can you excuse me a minute?” he asked, moving toward what she assumed was his closet.
While he was gone, she studied the bedroom. Much like the one she’d woken in, this one was as richly decorated, but in earth tones. By the size of the house and elegant furnishings, Fallon was very well off. His huge rumpled four-poster bed seemed a contradiction to the put-together man. She’d pinned him for a get up and make the bed type.
He returned, no longer wearing the heavy leather jacket, or his sweater, still in dark jeans, he’d pulled on a simple grey t-shirt. Her eyes focused on his well-formed broad chest the material couldn’t quite disguise. Although she’d been intimate with Fallon, they’d never spent much time together outside of bed. At each encounter they’d attacked one another with passion and desperation, lovemaking overriding any conversation.
He sat next to her on the love seat, his eyes studying her injured side. “How is your wound?”
She started, realizing it hadn’t hurt very much in the last few minutes. “It’s healing rather quickly. Who treated me? I seem to remember a large blond man.”
“Yes, Roderick, he is a Protector, as well as a licensed physician. His expertise is one of the reasons why you're healing so well.” Fallon looked toward the fireplace. “I must tell you something very important.”
Unsettled by his lack of eye contact she swallowed. “Why won't you look at me? Something is wrong isn’t it? What happened?”
He took a breath, and looked to her for only an instant. “By the time Kieran and I arrived at your house, you’d already lost a lot of blood. You were barely responsive. You needed blood, our options were limited.”
He stopped at her intake of breath. His eyes met hers. “I gave you mine.”
She studied him for a few minutes. “Okay, so what’s the bad news?”
His lips pressed together, a worried gaze met hers. “I’m immortal. And we’re not sure how you will be affected by receiving my blood.”
Blackness swirled, threatening to engulf her, the room tilted and she lost her ability to breathe. She stood from the chair; eyes wide, hands clenched at her sides and stared down at him. Finally, she gulped in air and sputtered. “Does this Roderick have any idea what is going to happen to me?” Fallon stood and reached for her in an effort to steady her, but she recoiled from him.
“He thinks that in all probability, your life will be prolonged,” he replied, dropping his hands, but keeping a protective eye on her. “Please sit down.”
Fallon delved into her thoughts, his strong mind reading abilities helped him access Tonia’s emotions and thoughts. Questions fired one behind the other as she sat back down. She didn’t look at him, remained quiet, her face pale, and eyes straight ahead.
Earlier, her thoughts were as always on having sex with him, his sentiments exactly. Not only was their attraction mutual, but also their chemistry was off the charts. Now she only registered fear and confusion towards him.
Clearing his throat, he moved to sit next to her, careful to keep a distance. “I was born human. Both my parents were normal people. At twenty I began to change, I grew over half a foot and became bulkier. Julian, the Protector's commander, came to our home. He explained to my parents that I was one of those rare few predisposed for the Protector army. I’m not exactly sure why it happened to me.”
“H-how old are you?” She finally looked at him, studying him, the beautiful emerald eyes taking him in as if for the first time.
“I was born in 1806, I will be two hundred and seven this year.” He waited for her reaction. Other than her eyes widening, she didn’t say anything and so he continued, “I should have left my home to join the protector force at twenty-five, but I didn't want to be...different. At thirty, I reluctantly left home and went to train with Julian to become a demon slayer.”
Tonia exhaled, her
While he was gone, she studied the bedroom. Much like the one she’d woken in, this one was as richly decorated, but in earth tones. By the size of the house and elegant furnishings, Fallon was very well off. His huge rumpled four-poster bed seemed a contradiction to the put-together man. She’d pinned him for a get up and make the bed type.
He returned, no longer wearing the heavy leather jacket, or his sweater, still in dark jeans, he’d pulled on a simple grey t-shirt. Her eyes focused on his well-formed broad chest the material couldn’t quite disguise. Although she’d been intimate with Fallon, they’d never spent much time together outside of bed. At each encounter they’d attacked one another with passion and desperation, lovemaking overriding any conversation.
He sat next to her on the love seat, his eyes studying her injured side. “How is your wound?”
She started, realizing it hadn’t hurt very much in the last few minutes. “It’s healing rather quickly. Who treated me? I seem to remember a large blond man.”
“Yes, Roderick, he is a Protector, as well as a licensed physician. His expertise is one of the reasons why you're healing so well.” Fallon looked toward the fireplace. “I must tell you something very important.”
Unsettled by his lack of eye contact she swallowed. “Why won't you look at me? Something is wrong isn’t it? What happened?”
He took a breath, and looked to her for only an instant. “By the time Kieran and I arrived at your house, you’d already lost a lot of blood. You were barely responsive. You needed blood, our options were limited.”
He stopped at her intake of breath. His eyes met hers. “I gave you mine.”
She studied him for a few minutes. “Okay, so what’s the bad news?”
His lips pressed together, a worried gaze met hers. “I’m immortal. And we’re not sure how you will be affected by receiving my blood.”
Blackness swirled, threatening to engulf her, the room tilted and she lost her ability to breathe. She stood from the chair; eyes wide, hands clenched at her sides and stared down at him. Finally, she gulped in air and sputtered. “Does this Roderick have any idea what is going to happen to me?” Fallon stood and reached for her in an effort to steady her, but she recoiled from him.
“He thinks that in all probability, your life will be prolonged,” he replied, dropping his hands, but keeping a protective eye on her. “Please sit down.”
Fallon delved into her thoughts, his strong mind reading abilities helped him access Tonia’s emotions and thoughts. Questions fired one behind the other as she sat back down. She didn’t look at him, remained quiet, her face pale, and eyes straight ahead.
Earlier, her thoughts were as always on having sex with him, his sentiments exactly. Not only was their attraction mutual, but also their chemistry was off the charts. Now she only registered fear and confusion towards him.
Clearing his throat, he moved to sit next to her, careful to keep a distance. “I was born human. Both my parents were normal people. At twenty I began to change, I grew over half a foot and became bulkier. Julian, the Protector's commander, came to our home. He explained to my parents that I was one of those rare few predisposed for the Protector army. I’m not exactly sure why it happened to me.”
“H-how old are you?” She finally looked at him, studying him, the beautiful emerald eyes taking him in as if for the first time.
“I was born in 1806, I will be two hundred and seven this year.” He waited for her reaction. Other than her eyes widening, she didn’t say anything and so he continued, “I should have left my home to join the protector force at twenty-five, but I didn't want to be...different. At thirty, I reluctantly left home and went to train with Julian to become a demon slayer.”
Tonia exhaled, her
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