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deepens. I press up against him to feel his rock hard bulge
pushing against my belly.
“ Jaxon,” I pant, spearing my fingers through
his hair.
With a painful breath, he drops his head onto my
shoulder. He breathes hard against my bare skin and whispers my
name. As we both catch our breaths, his hands slowly release me.
Leaning in, he gives me one last, lingering kiss and
pulls away from me.
My fingers reach up to graze my own lips as I blink up
at him. I take an excruciating breath as I search his tortured face.
His eyes burn into mine, drinking me in like he is trying to
memorize every inch of me, as he slowly, slowly steps away.
Without taking his eyes off me, his fist pushes against
that red button, and the lift whirrs back to life.
In that narrow, confined space, Jaxon is standing just a
few inches away from me, but it feels like he is now a million miles
away from me.
The sound of static cackles and Jaxon taps the flat,
silver watch on his wrist.
“ Yes,” he growls.
“ Commander Ryleth? Mam Mallisa wants the girls in
the Grooming Room right away, sir!”
“ Yes. Understood.”
“ Sir, the palace guards are waiting at...”
Even before the sentence is complete, Jaxon clicks off
angrily.
He turns to me. A few precious seconds is all we have
left as the lift grinds to a stop.
I can hear my own heartbeat pounding out the last few
seconds before the lift door opens. Jaxon looks deep into my eyes,
into my soul, into the bottom of my heart where all my fears and
secrets are buried. In that timeless moment, I am not standing under
the flickering lights of the small elevator. I am standing under an
overcast sky, in the open street, watching the blood seep into the
cracks of the road. I can hear screams, my own and my mother's in
the distance. But the only thing I can see are those deep, brown
eyes and the terrible pain and regret in them as the young Captain is
dragged away, with a bullet in his shoulder. In a blink, I am back
in the present, looking into those same eyes, seeing the same pain
and regret swirling in them.
“ I never forgot,” Jaxon whispers just as the
door slides open. “I never forgot you.”
My lips part. I never thought...
But I don't get the chance to tell him. The door opens
fully and the moment is over. Our time is gone.
Two palace guards stand waiting. They step forward
crisply and salute. “May we escort her to the Grooming Room,
sir? Mam Mallisa is waiting.”
Without taking his eyes off me, Jaxon gives a small,
slow nod. Hands close around my arms, and I am pulled away.
The two guards march me away from Jaxon, towards the end
of the corridor. At the last moment, just before I round the corner,
I twist around to catch a final glimpse of Jaxon. He is standing
unmoving in the shadows, his crumbled black jacket in his fist.
The shadows hide his face from me, and all I see as I
stumble round the corner and through a door are those still, black
boots and that black jacket which he is gripping so hard that his
knuckles gleam bone white in the gathering shadows.
Don't go, please don't go. I strain to remember
his face, his eyes, a glimpse of his smile.
But what I remember, what I miss, is his kiss. The
image of Jaxon holding me in the lift and kissing me stabs unbidden
into my brain, right into my heart. The fierce ache that comes with
the memory is almost unbearable. It feels as if a piece of my heart
has been ripped right out of my chest.
I close my eyes, forcing his image out of my mind.
Go!
Just...go.
It is the only way.
CHAPTER
SIX
Disorientated and dizzy, I don't even realize that I am
being led down a flight of steps until I trip on the edge of a cold,
concrete step. The guards haul me up gruffly and drag me down the
rest of the steps. The first thing I notice when my senses come back
to me is the overpowering smell of soap and perfume.
I look around in confusion. “W-where is this?
Where are you taking me?”
The guards don't answer. They release their hold
pushing against my belly.
“ Jaxon,” I pant, spearing my fingers through
his hair.
With a painful breath, he drops his head onto my
shoulder. He breathes hard against my bare skin and whispers my
name. As we both catch our breaths, his hands slowly release me.
Leaning in, he gives me one last, lingering kiss and
pulls away from me.
My fingers reach up to graze my own lips as I blink up
at him. I take an excruciating breath as I search his tortured face.
His eyes burn into mine, drinking me in like he is trying to
memorize every inch of me, as he slowly, slowly steps away.
Without taking his eyes off me, his fist pushes against
that red button, and the lift whirrs back to life.
In that narrow, confined space, Jaxon is standing just a
few inches away from me, but it feels like he is now a million miles
away from me.
The sound of static cackles and Jaxon taps the flat,
silver watch on his wrist.
“ Yes,” he growls.
“ Commander Ryleth? Mam Mallisa wants the girls in
the Grooming Room right away, sir!”
“ Yes. Understood.”
“ Sir, the palace guards are waiting at...”
Even before the sentence is complete, Jaxon clicks off
angrily.
He turns to me. A few precious seconds is all we have
left as the lift grinds to a stop.
I can hear my own heartbeat pounding out the last few
seconds before the lift door opens. Jaxon looks deep into my eyes,
into my soul, into the bottom of my heart where all my fears and
secrets are buried. In that timeless moment, I am not standing under
the flickering lights of the small elevator. I am standing under an
overcast sky, in the open street, watching the blood seep into the
cracks of the road. I can hear screams, my own and my mother's in
the distance. But the only thing I can see are those deep, brown
eyes and the terrible pain and regret in them as the young Captain is
dragged away, with a bullet in his shoulder. In a blink, I am back
in the present, looking into those same eyes, seeing the same pain
and regret swirling in them.
“ I never forgot,” Jaxon whispers just as the
door slides open. “I never forgot you.”
My lips part. I never thought...
But I don't get the chance to tell him. The door opens
fully and the moment is over. Our time is gone.
Two palace guards stand waiting. They step forward
crisply and salute. “May we escort her to the Grooming Room,
sir? Mam Mallisa is waiting.”
Without taking his eyes off me, Jaxon gives a small,
slow nod. Hands close around my arms, and I am pulled away.
The two guards march me away from Jaxon, towards the end
of the corridor. At the last moment, just before I round the corner,
I twist around to catch a final glimpse of Jaxon. He is standing
unmoving in the shadows, his crumbled black jacket in his fist.
The shadows hide his face from me, and all I see as I
stumble round the corner and through a door are those still, black
boots and that black jacket which he is gripping so hard that his
knuckles gleam bone white in the gathering shadows.
Don't go, please don't go. I strain to remember
his face, his eyes, a glimpse of his smile.
But what I remember, what I miss, is his kiss. The
image of Jaxon holding me in the lift and kissing me stabs unbidden
into my brain, right into my heart. The fierce ache that comes with
the memory is almost unbearable. It feels as if a piece of my heart
has been ripped right out of my chest.
I close my eyes, forcing his image out of my mind.
Go!
Just...go.
It is the only way.
CHAPTER
SIX
Disorientated and dizzy, I don't even realize that I am
being led down a flight of steps until I trip on the edge of a cold,
concrete step. The guards haul me up gruffly and drag me down the
rest of the steps. The first thing I notice when my senses come back
to me is the overpowering smell of soap and perfume.
I look around in confusion. “W-where is this?
Where are you taking me?”
The guards don't answer. They release their hold
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