for that matter. What do they do with them? Are they on a shelf somewhere just chilling out with the other stolen memories?”
Rin chuckled.
“What?” Elora snapped. “It’s a valid question.”
“They are in the care of the one who stole them,” Cush answered in his maddeningly vague manner.
“Just tell me this; are they carrying them around in a jar?”
“No,” Cush answered blandly. “They carry them in their mind.”
“Crap,” Elora huffed as she sank down into the seat, careful not to touch Cush sitting next to her. “Okay, I’ve got to eat before we get started saving everyone and putting the world back on its axis.”
“I could eat.” “Food would be good.” Cush and Rin spoke at the same time.
“No comments on saving the world, huh?” Elora asked sarcastically.
“I think it goes without saying that I and my sword are capable of saving the world,” Cush answered.
Elora was struck mute by the sheer confidence he exuded. She was trying really hard to not want him, and if he wasn’t so self-assured, handsome, calm under pressure, and funny—in a totally unexpected way—she’d be doing alright. But he was all of those things and he kept saying things that threw her off balance. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Bad move genius, she told herself. Rule number one; do not look at the hotness. Okay, maybe this could work if she could just set up some ground rules for herself. She could call them: Rules to stay un-elfed . She mentally smiled at her made up title and then mentally kicked herself for basically have a conversation with herself, complete with laughing at her own jokes. She settled down into her seat without responding to his sharp, witty, and admittedly hilarious comment.
“Wake me when we get to the restaurant,” Elora said to no one in particular.
“Elora, it will take all of five minutes to get to a place to eat,” Lisa pointed out.
What Elora wanted to say was , that’s five minutes too many to be stuck in this ride with the only guy she had ever met that made her want to bat her eye lashes and giggle like a moron, but what she actually said was, “Five minutes of sleep is better than none.” Witty? No. Drama free? At least on the outside she was.
Cha pter 4
“I feel like I’m sitting on the precipice of something great and potentially terrible. I don’t know what that something is, and for all I know I’m going to be shoved off of the edge, but I know that something is coming—something big. And for the first time, I have something worth losing. I’d be lying if I told you that I wasn’t scared because the truth is, I’m terrified. I’m terrified that I will let her down and her life will be the price.” ~Trik
“I know for a fact that Syndra gave you your own room , Trik,” Cassie teased as she came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and looking much too innocent to be with the likes of him.
He smiled suggestively as he lay sprawled across her bed, for her viewing pleasure of course. “Yes, but your room is so much nicer,” he teased back. She stopped just out of reach for him to grab her, which he was sure was her intent, and crossed her arms.
“How is my room any nicer than yours?” She frowned at him and even her blasted frown was sexy.
“Baby, I would think that would be obvious,” he paused and nearly laughed when she gave him an impatient huff. “Your room has you , while my room has a decidedly lack of you .” He watched as her cheeks flooded with heat and she fought her obvious desire to come to him.
“Cassie, love, come here. I’ve always been a perfect gentlemen in the past, have I not?”
She tilted her head to the side and considered him. Finally, and with him almost shouting in victory, she shrugged and closed the remaining distance and climbed up on the bed. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to his body. He pushed his power out into the room, blowing out all of the candles.
“Neat
Rin chuckled.
“What?” Elora snapped. “It’s a valid question.”
“They are in the care of the one who stole them,” Cush answered in his maddeningly vague manner.
“Just tell me this; are they carrying them around in a jar?”
“No,” Cush answered blandly. “They carry them in their mind.”
“Crap,” Elora huffed as she sank down into the seat, careful not to touch Cush sitting next to her. “Okay, I’ve got to eat before we get started saving everyone and putting the world back on its axis.”
“I could eat.” “Food would be good.” Cush and Rin spoke at the same time.
“No comments on saving the world, huh?” Elora asked sarcastically.
“I think it goes without saying that I and my sword are capable of saving the world,” Cush answered.
Elora was struck mute by the sheer confidence he exuded. She was trying really hard to not want him, and if he wasn’t so self-assured, handsome, calm under pressure, and funny—in a totally unexpected way—she’d be doing alright. But he was all of those things and he kept saying things that threw her off balance. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Bad move genius, she told herself. Rule number one; do not look at the hotness. Okay, maybe this could work if she could just set up some ground rules for herself. She could call them: Rules to stay un-elfed . She mentally smiled at her made up title and then mentally kicked herself for basically have a conversation with herself, complete with laughing at her own jokes. She settled down into her seat without responding to his sharp, witty, and admittedly hilarious comment.
“Wake me when we get to the restaurant,” Elora said to no one in particular.
“Elora, it will take all of five minutes to get to a place to eat,” Lisa pointed out.
What Elora wanted to say was , that’s five minutes too many to be stuck in this ride with the only guy she had ever met that made her want to bat her eye lashes and giggle like a moron, but what she actually said was, “Five minutes of sleep is better than none.” Witty? No. Drama free? At least on the outside she was.
Cha pter 4
“I feel like I’m sitting on the precipice of something great and potentially terrible. I don’t know what that something is, and for all I know I’m going to be shoved off of the edge, but I know that something is coming—something big. And for the first time, I have something worth losing. I’d be lying if I told you that I wasn’t scared because the truth is, I’m terrified. I’m terrified that I will let her down and her life will be the price.” ~Trik
“I know for a fact that Syndra gave you your own room , Trik,” Cassie teased as she came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and looking much too innocent to be with the likes of him.
He smiled suggestively as he lay sprawled across her bed, for her viewing pleasure of course. “Yes, but your room is so much nicer,” he teased back. She stopped just out of reach for him to grab her, which he was sure was her intent, and crossed her arms.
“How is my room any nicer than yours?” She frowned at him and even her blasted frown was sexy.
“Baby, I would think that would be obvious,” he paused and nearly laughed when she gave him an impatient huff. “Your room has you , while my room has a decidedly lack of you .” He watched as her cheeks flooded with heat and she fought her obvious desire to come to him.
“Cassie, love, come here. I’ve always been a perfect gentlemen in the past, have I not?”
She tilted her head to the side and considered him. Finally, and with him almost shouting in victory, she shrugged and closed the remaining distance and climbed up on the bed. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to his body. He pushed his power out into the room, blowing out all of the candles.
“Neat
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