smiled in a grand-scale. “You’re welcome.”
When I glanced back at Kyden, he looked exuberant. What’s he up to?
“We’re not training tonight,” he said, looking at my clothes. “Do you want to change?”
“Well…” I glanced down. Now being in a better state, I wished I’d put a little more effort in. Gray sweats and a big white t-shirt is far from sexy. “What are we doing?”
He smirked, and shook his head quickly.
Great! More surprises!
I flew to my room, throwing on a pair of jeans and a pretty pink blouse. The jeans made it casual. The blouse made it dressy—just in case.
When I came back out, Kyden was leaning against the door and his exuberance hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown.
I stopped, thoroughly annoyed. “One thing you should know about me is that I hate surprises. Hate. Not just dislike, but hate .” I accentuated the word so he got my point. “You need to tell me something or I’m not going anywhere.”
He arched a brow. “You’re impatient?”
I nodded firmly.
He snorted a laugh. “I’m taking you out.”
“Out, as in a date?”
“That’s right.”
I smiled big. “Well then, let’s go.” It was about time he was finally getting down to business.
As we walked along the hall, my mind swirled, flipped through ideas of what he had planned. Where would we be going? Dinner? The movies? The options were endless. Of course, Kyden’s expression said nothing, but there was a slight twinkle of excitement in his eyes, which only caused my impatience to multiply.
Once out in the foyer, he took my hand as he opened the door. The light hit my eyes and I closed them quickly. When I opened them again, my breath gasped out in utter disbelief. I hadn’t even considered this a possibility. “How did—who—what—”
Kyden smiled sweetly. “Look familiar?”
It sure did. How the heck did Kyden know about my willow? It looked as beautiful as ever—a tall, fat tree with leaves dangling close to the ground. A rocky creek sat directly behind, plush green grass encircled it with wild flowers, adding just the right amount of color. Walking forward, stepping beneath it, I twirled around allowing its loving leaves to tickle my skin. It was like coming home to an old friend, and one that I’d missed deeply.
“Did you come here often?” Kyden’s voice startled me.
I’d been so lost in my tree I had forgotten he was here. I glanced at him and he wore an incredibly sweet expression on his face. Apparently, he was enjoying my interaction with the tree. “I came here every chance I had.”
He pulled me down in front of him, reaching out to touch a leaf, then looked at me inquisitively. “Why?”
“The beauty alone would bring me back, but there was always something more.” I shrugged. “I don’t really know, to be honest.”
He glanced around at the thick bush, then back at me. “How did you find it?”
It wasn’t an odd question—this tree always was a little out of place in this forest. It wasn’t meant to support a willow and it was in the middle of nowhere. “I spent most of my time in this forest. My parent’s home is just over there.” I pointed west. “One day I was being adventurous and stumbled upon it. After that, I never stayed away for long.”
“You feel a connection to this tree then?”
“I do—a very deep connection. Maybe it’s because I felt similar to it. It doesn’t belong here in this thick bush, and I didn’t belong where I lived, either.”
He chuckled softly. “I think there’s more to it than that.”
“There is?”
“A willow is a scared tree. You are half witch. Your connection might lie there.”
Guess that made sense. Could he be right? Was I drawn to this tree because of its magical elements?
We sat quiet a moment, then something he said turned a light bulb on in my head. “Why am I a
When I glanced back at Kyden, he looked exuberant. What’s he up to?
“We’re not training tonight,” he said, looking at my clothes. “Do you want to change?”
“Well…” I glanced down. Now being in a better state, I wished I’d put a little more effort in. Gray sweats and a big white t-shirt is far from sexy. “What are we doing?”
He smirked, and shook his head quickly.
Great! More surprises!
I flew to my room, throwing on a pair of jeans and a pretty pink blouse. The jeans made it casual. The blouse made it dressy—just in case.
When I came back out, Kyden was leaning against the door and his exuberance hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown.
I stopped, thoroughly annoyed. “One thing you should know about me is that I hate surprises. Hate. Not just dislike, but hate .” I accentuated the word so he got my point. “You need to tell me something or I’m not going anywhere.”
He arched a brow. “You’re impatient?”
I nodded firmly.
He snorted a laugh. “I’m taking you out.”
“Out, as in a date?”
“That’s right.”
I smiled big. “Well then, let’s go.” It was about time he was finally getting down to business.
As we walked along the hall, my mind swirled, flipped through ideas of what he had planned. Where would we be going? Dinner? The movies? The options were endless. Of course, Kyden’s expression said nothing, but there was a slight twinkle of excitement in his eyes, which only caused my impatience to multiply.
Once out in the foyer, he took my hand as he opened the door. The light hit my eyes and I closed them quickly. When I opened them again, my breath gasped out in utter disbelief. I hadn’t even considered this a possibility. “How did—who—what—”
Kyden smiled sweetly. “Look familiar?”
It sure did. How the heck did Kyden know about my willow? It looked as beautiful as ever—a tall, fat tree with leaves dangling close to the ground. A rocky creek sat directly behind, plush green grass encircled it with wild flowers, adding just the right amount of color. Walking forward, stepping beneath it, I twirled around allowing its loving leaves to tickle my skin. It was like coming home to an old friend, and one that I’d missed deeply.
“Did you come here often?” Kyden’s voice startled me.
I’d been so lost in my tree I had forgotten he was here. I glanced at him and he wore an incredibly sweet expression on his face. Apparently, he was enjoying my interaction with the tree. “I came here every chance I had.”
He pulled me down in front of him, reaching out to touch a leaf, then looked at me inquisitively. “Why?”
“The beauty alone would bring me back, but there was always something more.” I shrugged. “I don’t really know, to be honest.”
He glanced around at the thick bush, then back at me. “How did you find it?”
It wasn’t an odd question—this tree always was a little out of place in this forest. It wasn’t meant to support a willow and it was in the middle of nowhere. “I spent most of my time in this forest. My parent’s home is just over there.” I pointed west. “One day I was being adventurous and stumbled upon it. After that, I never stayed away for long.”
“You feel a connection to this tree then?”
“I do—a very deep connection. Maybe it’s because I felt similar to it. It doesn’t belong here in this thick bush, and I didn’t belong where I lived, either.”
He chuckled softly. “I think there’s more to it than that.”
“There is?”
“A willow is a scared tree. You are half witch. Your connection might lie there.”
Guess that made sense. Could he be right? Was I drawn to this tree because of its magical elements?
We sat quiet a moment, then something he said turned a light bulb on in my head. “Why am I a
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