Chapter Nine
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Ffion
There was no chance to sneak away. Every time I thought I could, I would turn around to find either Anton or my brother Rhydian watching me. And it was driving me crazy.
I wasn’t used to being cooped up. And one day inside and I was already going stir crazy. Begging was useless, I knew that would fall on death ears. They didn’t want me out and about, doing my job. Doing what I was good at and protecting people all because some guy I had randomly met may or may not be some prodigal son returned.
But who was I kidding, he wasn’t some guy I had met? He was the guy I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since he had held me in his arms. And thinking about him was dangerous when I lived in a house full of mind reading dragons.
Flopping down on my bed, I threw a hand over my eyes in a desperate attempt to blot out the sunlight streaming through the threadbare curtains. God I was bored. Never in my life had I been as bored as I was right now. But then again, never in my life had I had down time like this before.
From the other side of my closed door, I could hear my brother and uncle arguing. They argued a lot recently. Mostly over me. I hated that but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I tried to listen in, but my mind kept wandering to Gabe.
Or more specially how my heart sped up at just the thought of his name. if he was the Gabe that everyone was talking about, then I was lucky indeed. I had been promised to a man who made my breath catch in my throat but if he wasn’t? if he wasn’t then I was in real trouble.
And I couldn’t ask him. Because I was stuck in my room. Grounded like I was a teenager who had been caught out after curfew. I wasn’t a damn kid. I was an adult.
The thought made me sit up. I was an adult and that meant I could come and go as I pleased. My eyes travelled to the door, and I frowned. Maybe not that way. If I tried to get through my uncle and brother, they would put me on my ass without hesitation. Even if I used magic on them, I wasn’t guaranteed to make it out the front door. But the window. the window had possibilities.
Slowly and quietly, I tiptoed towards it, flicking back the curtains to gaze out on the grey street below. It was a long drop. A very long drop. Twelve stories at least. The smallest of smiles spread across my face. Luckily for me, a drop like that wouldn’t kill me. I had my magic and if that failed then I doubted my dragon side would let me go splat.
Hopefully anyway. We weren’t exactly on the best of terms. My beastly side had thrown a fit when I had decided to embrace my magic more than her.
Behind me the voices become louder. Rhydian was trying to keep my uncle calm. Even though he already knew it was pointless. When Anton got in one of his moods there was no calming him.
Closing my eyes, I calmed myself. I let the weight of the world seep away. I had never managed to teleport myself before, but I knew it was doable. I had been told it was, if I could just clear my mind enough to do it. There were wards protecting us, but they seemed to disappear as if I had wiped my hand over them.
The memory of Gabe’s eyes appeared in my mind. Just those eyes. And the feeling I had had last night when I realised, I could drown in them if I wasn’t careful.
Rain hit my face, and I blinked my eyes open frantically. why the hell was it raining in my bedroom?
Except I wasn’t in my bedroom. I was outside. Not even in the street below.
And I wasn’t alone.
Gabe stared down at me, and for a moment all I could see was his eyes. “Well, you are going to have to teach me how you did that?” two big hands curled around my biceps, pulling me out of the way of the people who were walking around us. If anyone else had noticed that I had just appeared out of thin air, they didn’t say anything.
“How did you do that?” His voice dropped.
I stood there frozen in shock. “I don’t know.” I finally managed. But part of me did know. I had thought about him. I had thought about how beautiful his eyes were and how much I wanted to see him again and my magic had taken me to him.
For a second, he looked around nervously. “We need to get off the street. I don’t want anyone to see us.” Flinging his arm around my shoulders he started to move me towards the darkness of an alleyway. And my feet fell into step with his. I didn’t even hesitate.
I didn’t want to be seen either. But there was something about the urgency in his voice that made me nervous. “Is someone after you?” I risked a glance behind me. I didn’t have any weapons on me. But then again when you were as powerful as I was, you didn’t need weapons. I was the weapon. “If someone is after you…”
“You can’t beat this one little warrior. No one can. I can’t believe you almost materialised in front of them.” He shook his head. “That would have been really bad.”
“Materialised in front of who? “I dragged him to a stop five feet into the alley. If he was being hunted, I wanted to know. No, I needed to know. “Gabe?”
He whirled me in his arms so quickly that I almost lost my balance. “I like the way you say my name little warrior, but I would like it if you told me your name in return.”
My back hit the wet brick wall. Gabe’s arms trapping me.
“My name isn’t important.” I couldn’t keep my eyes from his lips. They hovered over mine. Sinfully plump. “Are you going to kiss me?” my voice came out a squeak.
Gabe’s head ducked down. “I think I might. Would you like me to kiss you?” he chuckled. “I mean its not every day a girl materialises in front of me just seconds before the most powerful witch in the universe and her pet dragon have left.”
I froze. “The oracle was here? With the Welsh Dragon?”
He nodded. “Just seconds before you appeared.”
Well s**t, that could have been bad. Very, very bad. Imagine sneaking out to meet a guy and running straight into your parents.
“Hey what’s wrong? Did I say something…”
“No, can we get out of here though.” I threw a worried glance back towards the street. Half expecting to see my parents appear and drag me away. “Can we go somewhere mor private?”
Gabe paused. His eyes searching my face. “I think I can manage that Little Warrior.”
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