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Ready?”
Hell no!
“Okay,” I say in an exhale, and hold onto a tree partly to brace myself and partly to stand. In a moment my back and shoulder erupt in sharp pain and I scream white knuckling it on the tree. My arms shake then steady themselves.
Then Rhydian’s hand is pushing into my wound, and soothing warmth takes over, followed by tingling. That iron blood smell is abating with the smell of antiseptic. It’s like my muscles are stitching back together and the warm is soothing. The pain is gone, like novocain is rubbed inside all over. I straighten and wipe my face of tears and possible snot, just a few moments ago I survived my first assassination attempt.
“You did well. It’s healed,” Rhydian says.
Facing him, I feel embarrassed for some reason. Surly a warrior like him sees these kinds of wounds all the time, just not the girly screaming kind, “thank you.”
“Of course.” His armor seems to disintegrate before my eyes with a push of his wrist band. He is revealed in regular clothes now. Dark jeans and a gray long sleeve cotton collared shirt that hug his biceps and lean frame. He looks like a college student, maybe early 20s. His hazel eyes have specks of yellow. I feel strangely at ease with him, but I don’t know him. I have got to stop staring.
“Have we met before?” I ask.
“I know your father, Aiden — Mr. Warrington. He and my family are friends — I’m a Guardian assigned to you.” His friendly smile is off putting, only because it makes him even more attractive than his serious versus I’m going into battle look. He continues, “I don’t think we’ve formally met until today.”
A little creepy. If only his face, those eyes weren’t so damn… okay, focus. My father.
“Does he know I’m here?” I snap unexpectedly. Did he send him to drag me home, since I wasn’t supposed to leave the house?
“I haven’t spoken to him in several days.” His brow creases in concern.
“He doesn’t know I’m here!” I shout out. “Rhydian, right?” He nods to confirm I have his name right. “You don’t need to…”
I can hear the faint calling of my friends. They sound worried. “Willow, where are you? Willow?”
How the hell am I going to explain this? Explain him. I look down at my bloody shirt, then up at Rhydian, and across the flattened the forest. I sigh in defeat.
Tertium would have been easier to explain, if he wasn’t trapped inside a stone.
Emily runs through the trees in front of us, looking determined. She slides to a halt, looking directly at Rhydian, with her eyes squinted.
In a quick movement, he grabs me, and she steps forward standing tall, waves then blows me a kiss.
What the hell?
Awkward… it’s like she knows something that I don’t. Like that dream in the psych rehab…
In a nanosecond, Emily’s in front of us, and then she’s not. I feel a change of footing, and I stumble backward. Rhydian is holding me from behind protectively. It feels to intimate and I try to give room to our bodies. The whirlwind of force pushes me forward and backward, he holds me steady. Everything is blurry and I can’t see anything solid, it’s various whites and grays smeared together in a fog. Time is folding into itself, into me, and outward, the pull-the push the sensation of weightlessness. I lean forward and my feet are on solid ground again. I feel the immediate absence of Rhydian’s arms and body. We are no longer in the forest. Instead, I’m in a room surrounded by large men.
What the hell?
Chapter Nine
L arge men gather around Rhydian and me. Where the heck am I? They’re intimidating, muscled, tall, one with bruised knuckles. I step backward away from them, only to run into another. Are these friendlies? They look to be about Rhydian’s age.
They surround us.
“Okay, guys, back off. Give her a little space,” says Rhydian.
There are three of them. The one with dark curly mopped hair asks, “were you in a battle? Is she hurt?” He
Hell no!
“Okay,” I say in an exhale, and hold onto a tree partly to brace myself and partly to stand. In a moment my back and shoulder erupt in sharp pain and I scream white knuckling it on the tree. My arms shake then steady themselves.
Then Rhydian’s hand is pushing into my wound, and soothing warmth takes over, followed by tingling. That iron blood smell is abating with the smell of antiseptic. It’s like my muscles are stitching back together and the warm is soothing. The pain is gone, like novocain is rubbed inside all over. I straighten and wipe my face of tears and possible snot, just a few moments ago I survived my first assassination attempt.
“You did well. It’s healed,” Rhydian says.
Facing him, I feel embarrassed for some reason. Surly a warrior like him sees these kinds of wounds all the time, just not the girly screaming kind, “thank you.”
“Of course.” His armor seems to disintegrate before my eyes with a push of his wrist band. He is revealed in regular clothes now. Dark jeans and a gray long sleeve cotton collared shirt that hug his biceps and lean frame. He looks like a college student, maybe early 20s. His hazel eyes have specks of yellow. I feel strangely at ease with him, but I don’t know him. I have got to stop staring.
“Have we met before?” I ask.
“I know your father, Aiden — Mr. Warrington. He and my family are friends — I’m a Guardian assigned to you.” His friendly smile is off putting, only because it makes him even more attractive than his serious versus I’m going into battle look. He continues, “I don’t think we’ve formally met until today.”
A little creepy. If only his face, those eyes weren’t so damn… okay, focus. My father.
“Does he know I’m here?” I snap unexpectedly. Did he send him to drag me home, since I wasn’t supposed to leave the house?
“I haven’t spoken to him in several days.” His brow creases in concern.
“He doesn’t know I’m here!” I shout out. “Rhydian, right?” He nods to confirm I have his name right. “You don’t need to…”
I can hear the faint calling of my friends. They sound worried. “Willow, where are you? Willow?”
How the hell am I going to explain this? Explain him. I look down at my bloody shirt, then up at Rhydian, and across the flattened the forest. I sigh in defeat.
Tertium would have been easier to explain, if he wasn’t trapped inside a stone.
Emily runs through the trees in front of us, looking determined. She slides to a halt, looking directly at Rhydian, with her eyes squinted.
In a quick movement, he grabs me, and she steps forward standing tall, waves then blows me a kiss.
What the hell?
Awkward… it’s like she knows something that I don’t. Like that dream in the psych rehab…
In a nanosecond, Emily’s in front of us, and then she’s not. I feel a change of footing, and I stumble backward. Rhydian is holding me from behind protectively. It feels to intimate and I try to give room to our bodies. The whirlwind of force pushes me forward and backward, he holds me steady. Everything is blurry and I can’t see anything solid, it’s various whites and grays smeared together in a fog. Time is folding into itself, into me, and outward, the pull-the push the sensation of weightlessness. I lean forward and my feet are on solid ground again. I feel the immediate absence of Rhydian’s arms and body. We are no longer in the forest. Instead, I’m in a room surrounded by large men.
What the hell?
Chapter Nine
L arge men gather around Rhydian and me. Where the heck am I? They’re intimidating, muscled, tall, one with bruised knuckles. I step backward away from them, only to run into another. Are these friendlies? They look to be about Rhydian’s age.
They surround us.
“Okay, guys, back off. Give her a little space,” says Rhydian.
There are three of them. The one with dark curly mopped hair asks, “were you in a battle? Is she hurt?” He
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