de and three of the waiters. They were followed shortly by the fourth waiter and the blonde who shot daggers at Aryana as she passed. Appetite lost Aryana just stared down at her plate and willed herself to not cry, to just hold it together until she was safely home and behind closed doors and curtains..
Darian slowly sat back down in his seat. There for a few seconds he had almost completely lost it and shifted there in the restaurant. His wolf was still howling and snarling, wanting to first chase the man down till he could run no more and then, only after he had suffered greatly rip his throat out. Taking deep breathes to calm himself he tried to clear his head. As it stood he would deal with the man later, a few calls and he wouldn’t be saying anything like that to anyone ever again, least of all his Aryana. HIS ARYANA???? WTH? This was just a thank you dinner, granted one that went very horribly wrong but still…. SHIT Aryana!
Looking at his dinner companion his heart sank. She sat there like a small child that had been beaten and was afraid to move because it would happen again. This sweet strong woman looked so pale and fragile sitting there huddled into herself. Clearly dinner was over, he needed to get her out of there. Signaling for the waiter’s attention he motioned that they were leaving. The waiter nodded his understanding and disappeared in the back.
Aryana felt rather then saw Darian come up behind her and gently guide her from her chair. She moved as if in a fog, guided by Darian’s hands through the restaurant. She was numb to everything around her as he lifted her into the passenger seat of the SUV and buckled her in without protest. She stared mute out the window as he drove back to her place.
Darian kept glancing over at Aryana worriedly. She looked so lost, almost broken. Nothing like the woman he had met the morning he had woken up in her spare bedroom. Who the hell was that Scott guy? And What had he done to Aryana? This went way beyond just that one encounter and the insults the man had hurled at her. There were answers there but he just couldn’t figure them out. What was that guy to Aryana? The questions kept coming and his wolf kept passing in the back of his head. With Aryana in an odd mood it looked like he wasn’t going to be getting any answers.
Pulling up to the curb he came around and opened her door. She looked a little better. She didn’t look like she was about to burst in tears at any moment but she still looked like one wrong word one wrong breathe and she would shatter. Darian wrapped his arm around her waist and walked her across the lawn to the front door. She silently slipped her key into the lock and turned it. She started to push the door open and then stopped. She tilted her face up to Darian’s and just stood there her once sparkling bright blue eyes cloudy and dull with sadness and pain.
Darian’s heart lurched in his chest, his poor sweet flower. He was once again seized with the urge to hunt down that man and do very violent things to him. He cupped her soft cheek in one hand and just looked at her. She was so sweet, so soft. His heart squeezed. He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the head and then tore himself away, hurrying back to the SUV before he did something truly stupid like haul her into his arms and kiss the memory of their disastrous dinner from her mind. His damn wolf howled the entire way home.
Aryana watched as Darian practically ran across the yard and threw himself into his vehicle and left. She felt held together by the weakest thread, ready to snap at any moment. She shut her front door behind her and was doing fine keeping it together until she sat on the sofa and looked up and there sat the pitcher stuffed full of flowers that Darian had brought her. After the scene at the restaurant
Darian slowly sat back down in his seat. There for a few seconds he had almost completely lost it and shifted there in the restaurant. His wolf was still howling and snarling, wanting to first chase the man down till he could run no more and then, only after he had suffered greatly rip his throat out. Taking deep breathes to calm himself he tried to clear his head. As it stood he would deal with the man later, a few calls and he wouldn’t be saying anything like that to anyone ever again, least of all his Aryana. HIS ARYANA???? WTH? This was just a thank you dinner, granted one that went very horribly wrong but still…. SHIT Aryana!
Looking at his dinner companion his heart sank. She sat there like a small child that had been beaten and was afraid to move because it would happen again. This sweet strong woman looked so pale and fragile sitting there huddled into herself. Clearly dinner was over, he needed to get her out of there. Signaling for the waiter’s attention he motioned that they were leaving. The waiter nodded his understanding and disappeared in the back.
Aryana felt rather then saw Darian come up behind her and gently guide her from her chair. She moved as if in a fog, guided by Darian’s hands through the restaurant. She was numb to everything around her as he lifted her into the passenger seat of the SUV and buckled her in without protest. She stared mute out the window as he drove back to her place.
Darian kept glancing over at Aryana worriedly. She looked so lost, almost broken. Nothing like the woman he had met the morning he had woken up in her spare bedroom. Who the hell was that Scott guy? And What had he done to Aryana? This went way beyond just that one encounter and the insults the man had hurled at her. There were answers there but he just couldn’t figure them out. What was that guy to Aryana? The questions kept coming and his wolf kept passing in the back of his head. With Aryana in an odd mood it looked like he wasn’t going to be getting any answers.
Pulling up to the curb he came around and opened her door. She looked a little better. She didn’t look like she was about to burst in tears at any moment but she still looked like one wrong word one wrong breathe and she would shatter. Darian wrapped his arm around her waist and walked her across the lawn to the front door. She silently slipped her key into the lock and turned it. She started to push the door open and then stopped. She tilted her face up to Darian’s and just stood there her once sparkling bright blue eyes cloudy and dull with sadness and pain.
Darian’s heart lurched in his chest, his poor sweet flower. He was once again seized with the urge to hunt down that man and do very violent things to him. He cupped her soft cheek in one hand and just looked at her. She was so sweet, so soft. His heart squeezed. He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the head and then tore himself away, hurrying back to the SUV before he did something truly stupid like haul her into his arms and kiss the memory of their disastrous dinner from her mind. His damn wolf howled the entire way home.
Aryana watched as Darian practically ran across the yard and threw himself into his vehicle and left. She felt held together by the weakest thread, ready to snap at any moment. She shut her front door behind her and was doing fine keeping it together until she sat on the sofa and looked up and there sat the pitcher stuffed full of flowers that Darian had brought her. After the scene at the restaurant
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