Tagan's Child
All I hoped
was that he was concentrating on the road. Nevertheless, I was
thankful for his silence. I was surprised by how comfortable I felt
with him. I usually felt the need to say whatever inane thought
came into my head with people I’d only just met, I didn’t like
uncomfortable silences, but for some reason I didn’t feel like this
with him. Maybe it was because he hadn’t gone out of his way to be
too friendly with me. I wasn’t sure, but I was happy to be left
alone with my thoughts.
    We got back to
the house in record time. Ahran parked behind my Land Rover in
front of the garage. I couldn’t have been more pleased to see the
welcoming glow of my porch light. All I could think about now was
my bed.
    “Thanks for
driving me back,” I said, daring to look into his eyes. Why did I
find them so hypnotising?
    “It was the
least I could do,” he replied.
    I went to get
out of the car.
    “If I could
change any of this I would.”
    I turned back
to look at him. He hadn’t made any attempt to move and I wasn’t
sure what he was referring to exactly.
    He held my gaze
but didn’t elaborate any further. Suddenly the atmosphere between
us changed. It no longer felt so easy going and comfortable.
    “Let’s go
inside,” I said, clearing my throat and got out of the car.
    Ahran joined me
on the garden path and we walked to the front door. A woman was
standing under the porch waiting for us. Where had she come from?
She was absolutely stunning. She had short blonde, spikey hair,
delicate features and must have been at least six feet tall.
     
     

Chapter 6

    Ahran spoke to
the woman in a language I wasn’t familiar with.
    “This is my
sister, Elaya,” he said, making the introductions. She didn’t look
anything like the American female wrestler I had imagined. The
Elessar family obviously had good genes. “Elaya, Sophie
McAllister.”
    She offered me
her hand. “Hello Sophie.” Her voice was slightly husky and more
heavily accented than Ahran’s. Her handshake was extremely firm and
she eyed me curiously.
    “How is your
friend?” she asked.
    “Not great.
She’s in intensive care.”
    “I’m sorry,”
she said.
    “Thanks. Let’s
go in, it’s cold.” They were both making me nervous and I scrabbled
around in my bag for my keys. “Aha! Here they are,” I said
awkwardly.
    The house felt
warm and I closed the door against the biting cold. “Can I take
your coats?” I offered. They both handed me their jackets and I
hung them up with mine.
    Sandie came and
stood in the kitchen doorway. “Hi,” she said, looking at Ahran and
Elaya with a confused expression on her face. She clearly
recognised Ahran. She had been right, he wasn’t easy to forget.
    “Hi Sandie,
this is Ahran and Elaya Elessar. They are, er, friends of
mine.”
    “Hello, nice to
meet you,” she said, looking even more confused but was too polite
to say anything.
    They shook her
hand but didn’t respond. Sandie looked uncomfortable and blushed.
Being in their presence was a little disquieting.
    “How’s Toby?” I
asked.
    “He’s fine; he
went out like a light as usual. How’s Audrey?” she asked.
    “Not great, we
should know more in the morning.”
    “Poor Audes,”
Sandie said sympathetically. “Will you let me know how she is?”
    “Yes of course.
Thank you for helping me out at such short notice.” I took a twenty
pound note out of my purse and held it out to her. “I really
appreciate it.”
    “No problem,
any time,” she said, shaking her head at the money. “Don’t worry
about it, I’m just happy I was able to help out.”
    Dan came and
joined her.
    “This is Dan,
Sandie’s boyfriend,” I said introducing him to Ahran and Elaya.
They both nodded.
    “Ok, well,
we’ll be off then,” Sandie said. The small hallway was suddenly
very crowded.
    “Go through,” I
said to my guests. I turned back to Sandie and Dan. “Thanks again,”
I said seeing them out. I took a deep breath and returned to the
kitchen

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