know, don’t you? She lifted her tear-stained face to mine.
There is always a choice, Anastacia.
“Why do you call me that?” she snipped at me reminding me that her anger wasn’t buried deep.
Why not?
“My father calls me that,” she clucked her tongue.
What do you want me to call you?
She wrestled with that one. Hope gripped my insides.
I don’t know.
Her hair jerked free when she rocked back and forth enough, but staying close. Some of it was caught in the opening across both shoulders in the dress and I gently tried to keep my fingers from touching her skin to free each piece.
The fluttering feeling I had heard her speak about when she neared me must be working overtime because she held her stomach like she was sick. I knew well my own “Anastacia radar” told me she was nearer to my body than she had ever been.
“Thank you,” she understood surprise written on all of her features.
Then her face went through a series emotions I liked and then didn’t and then could have never anticipated, but hoped for. She had come to the point that destiny was involved and maybe, just maybe it involved me.
“You have the sun also?” A question that I have longed for. Ached for. Tasted even to hear her agree.
She nodded such a tiny nod up to me.
Can I see it? I asked breathlessly even in my head.
Her grace and beauty were framed in that moment. Her mind went in five different directions with no visible response. Nor did she intend for her thoughts to be for me, but I heard nonetheless.
I revealed this to someone who made me feel actually special rather than being a rogue Valkyrie princess who spends her time reading and throwing knives at walls that never ever talk back to you. I showed my true nature giving more of myself than any other one person in this world has known. Was I supposed to reveal those secrets elsewhere? Was he the wrong person? Is this why father kept me hidden from others? No, Calum is still important to me.
She drew in a deep breath and held it, clutching her chest. I don’t know what to do. Please, I don’t know what to do. My faults. My fears. I am not sure I can handle it. I don’t know if I want to handle it.
Adjusting myself to accommodate her legs that had surely fallen asleep, I buzzed like a freight train with her fingers pressing into my arms and I was almost sure she was feeling me up on the length of my arms. Self-control could only be taken so far.
Needing to give her comfort, I pulled out the ring and held it in front of her since my vocal cords were seemingly locked up. The void ached in me. She didn’t see what it did to me. How I needed it. Needed her.
Her hands shook to the point of frostbite, so I obliged to clasp it in place. Being this close to her, smelling her vanilla and cream scent. The vanilla was easy to name, but the cream...it was all I could define it as. She shivered in a patterned way. I wondered if it was a positive or negative reaction.
“Better?” I asked.
A minute shake of her head was all she gave.
“You were born as a daughter of Anat. You were predestined to be more than what you think of yourself. You have the abilities you do like no one else. You have the skills of a Valkyrie, the skills of a Hunter, the abilities of something otherworldly, and power you have yet to acquire that you siphon from others. You have doubled your numbers since yesterday alone. You are special in more ways than you know.” I stemmed myself carefully to spill it in small doses.
“My father knows all of this?” she worried aloud. I reassured her surprised again at how quick she was to pick up on barely there clues. “And how do you play out in all of this?” She adjusted her skirt now because she moved her cute little ass onto the top of the counter and faced me. Her eyes widened as the arctic cold steel hit her bare legs. I held back the laugh.
She
There is always a choice, Anastacia.
“Why do you call me that?” she snipped at me reminding me that her anger wasn’t buried deep.
Why not?
“My father calls me that,” she clucked her tongue.
What do you want me to call you?
She wrestled with that one. Hope gripped my insides.
I don’t know.
Her hair jerked free when she rocked back and forth enough, but staying close. Some of it was caught in the opening across both shoulders in the dress and I gently tried to keep my fingers from touching her skin to free each piece.
The fluttering feeling I had heard her speak about when she neared me must be working overtime because she held her stomach like she was sick. I knew well my own “Anastacia radar” told me she was nearer to my body than she had ever been.
“Thank you,” she understood surprise written on all of her features.
Then her face went through a series emotions I liked and then didn’t and then could have never anticipated, but hoped for. She had come to the point that destiny was involved and maybe, just maybe it involved me.
“You have the sun also?” A question that I have longed for. Ached for. Tasted even to hear her agree.
She nodded such a tiny nod up to me.
Can I see it? I asked breathlessly even in my head.
Her grace and beauty were framed in that moment. Her mind went in five different directions with no visible response. Nor did she intend for her thoughts to be for me, but I heard nonetheless.
I revealed this to someone who made me feel actually special rather than being a rogue Valkyrie princess who spends her time reading and throwing knives at walls that never ever talk back to you. I showed my true nature giving more of myself than any other one person in this world has known. Was I supposed to reveal those secrets elsewhere? Was he the wrong person? Is this why father kept me hidden from others? No, Calum is still important to me.
She drew in a deep breath and held it, clutching her chest. I don’t know what to do. Please, I don’t know what to do. My faults. My fears. I am not sure I can handle it. I don’t know if I want to handle it.
Adjusting myself to accommodate her legs that had surely fallen asleep, I buzzed like a freight train with her fingers pressing into my arms and I was almost sure she was feeling me up on the length of my arms. Self-control could only be taken so far.
Needing to give her comfort, I pulled out the ring and held it in front of her since my vocal cords were seemingly locked up. The void ached in me. She didn’t see what it did to me. How I needed it. Needed her.
Her hands shook to the point of frostbite, so I obliged to clasp it in place. Being this close to her, smelling her vanilla and cream scent. The vanilla was easy to name, but the cream...it was all I could define it as. She shivered in a patterned way. I wondered if it was a positive or negative reaction.
“Better?” I asked.
A minute shake of her head was all she gave.
“You were born as a daughter of Anat. You were predestined to be more than what you think of yourself. You have the abilities you do like no one else. You have the skills of a Valkyrie, the skills of a Hunter, the abilities of something otherworldly, and power you have yet to acquire that you siphon from others. You have doubled your numbers since yesterday alone. You are special in more ways than you know.” I stemmed myself carefully to spill it in small doses.
“My father knows all of this?” she worried aloud. I reassured her surprised again at how quick she was to pick up on barely there clues. “And how do you play out in all of this?” She adjusted her skirt now because she moved her cute little ass onto the top of the counter and faced me. Her eyes widened as the arctic cold steel hit her bare legs. I held back the laugh.
She
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