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ever laid eyes on. What did it
matter, anyway, whether they were from different worlds or not, if
they loved each other?
Hunger gnawed at her as she looked around the
empty front room in confusion. He’d been gone for so long. Where
was he? She had no idea how to find him or how to call him, or if
they even used things like cell phones. He’d told her she wasn’t to
leave the room without him or Sloan, and the front door to the room
that led out into the hallway wasn’t coded for her, so it wouldn’t
open.
As her anger grew with each passing minute at
being left alone, it twined with panic, deep inside her. She'd
never panicked before, but this wasn't a normal situation. Had Eden
abandoned her? Had he decided she'd kept him at arm’s length for so
long she wasn't worth the trouble? What was going to happen to
her?
Her heart thudded erratically. Had he really
stayed out all night because he needed some time away from her,
because of her constant rejection? But what if something had
actually happened to him? He said they wouldn’t be technically
married until a ceremony had happened, and so far there hadn’t been
any vows exchanged or any sort of official ceremony done. It had
just been the two of them for the last week.
The door opened, and Ashleigh’s heart leapt
into her throat. Sloan walked in.
"Good morning, Ashleigh. I came to have
breakfast with you. I hope you're hungry."
"Starving." She could have cried, she was so
disappointed it wasn’t Eden.
Sloan put a paper sack in her hands, and she
opened it and found ronii . "Why did you bring me these?" she
asked, looking up at her.
Sloan busied herself at the cook top. "Eden
asked me to bring them over and have breakfast with you."
Ashleigh put the bag down on the table.
Unease flitted through her. "He asked you to come and...take care
of me?"
"He did," she said, without turning to look
at her. There was a stiffness to her that Ashleigh hadn't seen when
they spent the day together, and she had the distinct feeling that
something was wrong.
"Do you know where Eden is?” she asked.
Sloan looked at her over her shoulder and
then turned her attention back to the cooker. “I do.”
“Where?”
She sighed loudly and turned off the cooker.
She turned around slowly and leaned against the counter, her arms
folded across her chest.
Ashleigh’s heart pounded in her chest as she
waited for Sloan's response.
“He’s in Kasimir’s quarters, having sex with
his wife Anca.”
Ashleigh’s whole world shut down. She didn’t
realize she was crying until she felt a tear slip down her cheek.
She’d thought her heart had been broken when she found out that
Tate had been sleeping with her cousin behind her back. She
realized now that she hadn't known the definition of a broken heart
until this moment.
Rubbing angrily at her watery eyes, she said,
“Good. Fine. Whatever.” Completely crushed, she turned to go back
to the bedroom. Sloan’s hand caught her wrist.
“Why haven’t you had sex with Eden?”
She stiffened. “How would you know what we
did or didn’t do?”
“Because his hair is still blue,
Ashleigh.”
When she stared in confusion, Sloan pulled
her into the bedroom, went into the closet, and pulled open one of
the small built-in drawers on one wall. Ashleigh hadn’t looked in
the drawers because she didn’t want to invade Eden's privacy. Sloan
pulled out a thick leather-bound book and put it down on the
bed.
At her urging, Ashleigh opened the book and
saw a pencil drawing of herself. It was so perfectly drawn it was
like a photograph. He'd caught the subtle wave in her thick hair,
the tiny dimple in her cheek. The next page revealed a charcoal
drawing of her standing at a porch railing, an arbor of flowers
surrounding her. The gown she wore was beautiful, and reminded her
of a wedding dress. She turned the next page and found a
water-color painting of her nestled in Eden’s arms, but his hair
was dark brown and he looked serene. As she
matter, anyway, whether they were from different worlds or not, if
they loved each other?
Hunger gnawed at her as she looked around the
empty front room in confusion. He’d been gone for so long. Where
was he? She had no idea how to find him or how to call him, or if
they even used things like cell phones. He’d told her she wasn’t to
leave the room without him or Sloan, and the front door to the room
that led out into the hallway wasn’t coded for her, so it wouldn’t
open.
As her anger grew with each passing minute at
being left alone, it twined with panic, deep inside her. She'd
never panicked before, but this wasn't a normal situation. Had Eden
abandoned her? Had he decided she'd kept him at arm’s length for so
long she wasn't worth the trouble? What was going to happen to
her?
Her heart thudded erratically. Had he really
stayed out all night because he needed some time away from her,
because of her constant rejection? But what if something had
actually happened to him? He said they wouldn’t be technically
married until a ceremony had happened, and so far there hadn’t been
any vows exchanged or any sort of official ceremony done. It had
just been the two of them for the last week.
The door opened, and Ashleigh’s heart leapt
into her throat. Sloan walked in.
"Good morning, Ashleigh. I came to have
breakfast with you. I hope you're hungry."
"Starving." She could have cried, she was so
disappointed it wasn’t Eden.
Sloan put a paper sack in her hands, and she
opened it and found ronii . "Why did you bring me these?" she
asked, looking up at her.
Sloan busied herself at the cook top. "Eden
asked me to bring them over and have breakfast with you."
Ashleigh put the bag down on the table.
Unease flitted through her. "He asked you to come and...take care
of me?"
"He did," she said, without turning to look
at her. There was a stiffness to her that Ashleigh hadn't seen when
they spent the day together, and she had the distinct feeling that
something was wrong.
"Do you know where Eden is?” she asked.
Sloan looked at her over her shoulder and
then turned her attention back to the cooker. “I do.”
“Where?”
She sighed loudly and turned off the cooker.
She turned around slowly and leaned against the counter, her arms
folded across her chest.
Ashleigh’s heart pounded in her chest as she
waited for Sloan's response.
“He’s in Kasimir’s quarters, having sex with
his wife Anca.”
Ashleigh’s whole world shut down. She didn’t
realize she was crying until she felt a tear slip down her cheek.
She’d thought her heart had been broken when she found out that
Tate had been sleeping with her cousin behind her back. She
realized now that she hadn't known the definition of a broken heart
until this moment.
Rubbing angrily at her watery eyes, she said,
“Good. Fine. Whatever.” Completely crushed, she turned to go back
to the bedroom. Sloan’s hand caught her wrist.
“Why haven’t you had sex with Eden?”
She stiffened. “How would you know what we
did or didn’t do?”
“Because his hair is still blue,
Ashleigh.”
When she stared in confusion, Sloan pulled
her into the bedroom, went into the closet, and pulled open one of
the small built-in drawers on one wall. Ashleigh hadn’t looked in
the drawers because she didn’t want to invade Eden's privacy. Sloan
pulled out a thick leather-bound book and put it down on the
bed.
At her urging, Ashleigh opened the book and
saw a pencil drawing of herself. It was so perfectly drawn it was
like a photograph. He'd caught the subtle wave in her thick hair,
the tiny dimple in her cheek. The next page revealed a charcoal
drawing of her standing at a porch railing, an arbor of flowers
surrounding her. The gown she wore was beautiful, and reminded her
of a wedding dress. She turned the next page and found a
water-color painting of her nestled in Eden’s arms, but his hair
was dark brown and he looked serene. As she
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