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did he come from?
"Mina! Get it right! And go away," I barked as I picked up my pace.
"Here." He held something out to me, "It's for you."
I gave him a funny look and shook my head.
"I don't like you," I told him bluntly.
"Here, take it," he said nervously, but I didn't take it or even look at it.
"I don't take things from strangers."
Ha! Stick that in your craw!
He was wearing an innocent enough expression, undeterred by my snubbing, I noticed, glancing up at his face.
I don't trust the sneaky devil, he wreaks of mischief. I feel like he's like the situation with Kirch's fur right now, more to it than they let on.
Just look at what he did to me in that cave!
Something about him has little red flags dancing about in my brain, warning me to proceed with caution.
He's like the Puck of abominable snow men, oddly adorable with his bright blue eyes and more human appearance, but I'm not impressed, not really.
"No, thank you," I said snootily, sticking my nose up in the air as I sniffed at him disdainfully.
"I'm Bia," he offered, keeping pace with me, unaffected.
I frowned at him as he looked around a little bit, making sure we didn't have an audience as he got all chitty chatty with me.
What's up with that?
"How come you speak English so well and the others don't?" I asked suspiciously.
"My mother is like you," he smiled at me, a boyish grin gracing his face, despite the sharp teeth, "She taught me. She was one of the first brides from your world. Want to meet her?" He asked this a little slyly, an odd, hopeful look on his face.
I got a funny feeling there would be a lot more to it than that if I met his mother.
Why do I have a feeling they never mean what they say exactly?
"Uh... maybe some other time," I said vaguely and waved halfheartedly as I turned to head back.
"I do n't want... I want..." He stumbled suddenly on what he wanted to say.
He looked slightly apologetic, but I wasn't going to make it easy if he was trying to say sorry or something.
Why be contrite now? They kidnap brides for goodness sakes!
Someone be contrite about that and take my ass home!
He took my hand in his, holding it prisoner, tying a bracelet around my wrist, knotting it tightly before I could wriggle free.
"For you, don't hate me."
I frowned, staring at him as he hurried off.
He glanced at me again, making eye contact, holding my gaze for a long moment with those vivid, bright blue eyes, then turned and headed off.
Erm... okay...
I looked at the bracelet, the stones on it shining brilliantly as they shimmered in the morning light.
I recognized them as the ones I'd played with in the cave, the ones I'd thought were the prettiest.
Huh.
Veck called out to me and I tucked it into my jacket sleeve as I walked back inside.
It's really pretty, I thought as I admired it , but...
Odd... odd... snow beasties...
Kidnapped brides... portals... weird apology gifts... erm... or friendship bracelet... can't be too sure... What's next?
Do I even want to know?
Probably not...
****
The days seemed to pass by fast as they turned into weeks.
Veck was true to his word and never said anything else about mating or claiming, but he did insist we sleep in the same bed.
It was one of his stipulations when we worked out the dynamics of our situation .
It's odd to think he could be so reasonable about everything, especially considering how I got here in the first place.
He must be the odd ball of the bunch.
Plus, I think everyone is kind of scared of him, he is kinda huge.
He's always telling me he's happy I'm not afraid of him, so maybe that's it.
He values my friendship too.
We've gotten really used to each other, very comfortable, in fact, and I have no problem telling him to stick it where the sun don't shine.
I think the twisted snow beastie likes it, muttering his usual, 'feisty mate' or 'my Meanie is bold' or some other such nonsense, grinning proudly, a smug expression on his snow beastie face.
I tried to learn
"Mina! Get it right! And go away," I barked as I picked up my pace.
"Here." He held something out to me, "It's for you."
I gave him a funny look and shook my head.
"I don't like you," I told him bluntly.
"Here, take it," he said nervously, but I didn't take it or even look at it.
"I don't take things from strangers."
Ha! Stick that in your craw!
He was wearing an innocent enough expression, undeterred by my snubbing, I noticed, glancing up at his face.
I don't trust the sneaky devil, he wreaks of mischief. I feel like he's like the situation with Kirch's fur right now, more to it than they let on.
Just look at what he did to me in that cave!
Something about him has little red flags dancing about in my brain, warning me to proceed with caution.
He's like the Puck of abominable snow men, oddly adorable with his bright blue eyes and more human appearance, but I'm not impressed, not really.
"No, thank you," I said snootily, sticking my nose up in the air as I sniffed at him disdainfully.
"I'm Bia," he offered, keeping pace with me, unaffected.
I frowned at him as he looked around a little bit, making sure we didn't have an audience as he got all chitty chatty with me.
What's up with that?
"How come you speak English so well and the others don't?" I asked suspiciously.
"My mother is like you," he smiled at me, a boyish grin gracing his face, despite the sharp teeth, "She taught me. She was one of the first brides from your world. Want to meet her?" He asked this a little slyly, an odd, hopeful look on his face.
I got a funny feeling there would be a lot more to it than that if I met his mother.
Why do I have a feeling they never mean what they say exactly?
"Uh... maybe some other time," I said vaguely and waved halfheartedly as I turned to head back.
"I do n't want... I want..." He stumbled suddenly on what he wanted to say.
He looked slightly apologetic, but I wasn't going to make it easy if he was trying to say sorry or something.
Why be contrite now? They kidnap brides for goodness sakes!
Someone be contrite about that and take my ass home!
He took my hand in his, holding it prisoner, tying a bracelet around my wrist, knotting it tightly before I could wriggle free.
"For you, don't hate me."
I frowned, staring at him as he hurried off.
He glanced at me again, making eye contact, holding my gaze for a long moment with those vivid, bright blue eyes, then turned and headed off.
Erm... okay...
I looked at the bracelet, the stones on it shining brilliantly as they shimmered in the morning light.
I recognized them as the ones I'd played with in the cave, the ones I'd thought were the prettiest.
Huh.
Veck called out to me and I tucked it into my jacket sleeve as I walked back inside.
It's really pretty, I thought as I admired it , but...
Odd... odd... snow beasties...
Kidnapped brides... portals... weird apology gifts... erm... or friendship bracelet... can't be too sure... What's next?
Do I even want to know?
Probably not...
****
The days seemed to pass by fast as they turned into weeks.
Veck was true to his word and never said anything else about mating or claiming, but he did insist we sleep in the same bed.
It was one of his stipulations when we worked out the dynamics of our situation .
It's odd to think he could be so reasonable about everything, especially considering how I got here in the first place.
He must be the odd ball of the bunch.
Plus, I think everyone is kind of scared of him, he is kinda huge.
He's always telling me he's happy I'm not afraid of him, so maybe that's it.
He values my friendship too.
We've gotten really used to each other, very comfortable, in fact, and I have no problem telling him to stick it where the sun don't shine.
I think the twisted snow beastie likes it, muttering his usual, 'feisty mate' or 'my Meanie is bold' or some other such nonsense, grinning proudly, a smug expression on his snow beastie face.
I tried to learn
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