Page 49 of The General's Captive
Large hands then let it go making the dead werewolf drop to the floor revealing the General behind it. I swallowed hard and raised my shaky hand up with what I knew was a meagre weapon pointed his way, one he looked at and grinned. Clearly unaffected by this pointless threat I presented he walked towards me, his long strides eating up the space between us so as the island was my only protection.
“Come now Alexandra, I think we both know that would do very little if this situation was reality.” Well, he wasn’twrong there. His handsome face with its hard raw beauty and a look that radiated that authoritative arrogance was near overwhelming.
“Why are we here?” I asked making him shrug his large shoulders.
“I was curious after reading your journal entry and wanted to see it play out for myself.” He told me making me cringe knowing that he was reading it. But that was when I closed my eyes and told him,
“This isn’t real…I’m just dreaming this.” But the next time I opened them he was right in front of me, the island now gone, and in its place his looming figure so much taller than me. His large body only the length of the knife away and all the space he would allow…for now.
“Dream of me often, do you?” he asked making heat invade my cheeks as I lied,
“Nnno.” I stammered making him grin, the moonlight from the window behind me glinting on the whites of his perfectly straight teeth. The storm no longer battering against the glass and adding to the horror. But then he looked down at the knife I held and told me,
“I don’t think we will be needing that.” Then with a flick of his wrist it went flying from my hand the force imbedding it into the cupboards with a resounding thud. My eyes shot to it, the shock making them widen before coming back to him. Eyes that had no choice but to journey upwards the second he started to close the last step between us. Which meant I was then quick to take two back.
“Fucking wake up, Alex!” I shouted to myself, trying to will myself to wake and end this! But he shook his head down at me,
“You are no longer in control of this sleeping mind of yours.” He told me unaffected by my pointless shouting.
“And you are?” I asked in disbelief after taking a calming breath.
“I am.” He stated firmly now looking down at his hand as if seeing something there that I couldn’t see, the hand that had traced my scars that soon fisted as if the memory of our first touch plagued him.
“But why…why me? Why did you let me go?” I asked knowing that if what he said was true then this dream went both ways, that he was experiencing it just like I was. But this was when he lowered his head closer to mine dipping enough so as to catch my eyes as he told me,
“Did I though?” My eyes widened once more at this, something he seemed fascinated with.
“I’m not your captive.” I stated firmly.
“Aren’t you…then what would you call this?” he pointed out now straightening to his full height as he swept out an arm to his side. An action that caused the room to suddenly change to one made of bars. The whole room like a golden jail cell with bars that glimmered off the hundreds of candles that surrounded the black walls beyond the chamber. I gasped, this time taking a step back into the walls of my cage.
“I don’t understand, what is it…is it you want with me?” I asked now shaking my head. But instead of answering me, he asked,
“The werewolf, did he harm you?” I jerked back at this surprised he asked, that he even cared. My eyes betraying me as I glanced quickly to my shoulder where the scars remained.
He didn’t miss it as suddenly my t shirt was gone and in its place was a long flowing pure white gown with thin straps showing my bare shoulders. I pressed myself further into the bars at my back as he eliminated the rest of the space between us, then he raised up his hand and ran the backs of his fingers across my scars.
“Your beast did its damage.” I snapped making his eyes whip back to mine, those dark eyes narrowing slightly before countering,
“Yet you survived to tell the tale.”
“Yeah I did, and I killed the bastard.” I stated now raising my shoulders not letting him see how much he frightened me. It wasn’t just the intimidating size of him or the dark cloak he wore that seemed to move behind him like he owned the night, it wasn’t those dark eyes that seemed to study me taking in every single detail missing nothing, or the way his raven black hair was pulled back as if for the sole purpose of adding to his regal persona.
It was everything.
The man in charge in constant control of every aspect of the world he commanded. But I couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like with his hair down, would it add a gentleness to those hard lines? If that grin of his was ever genuine instead one of cunning and smug arrogance, what would he look like then? Would it manage to soften those formidable features? That strong jaw line and high cheekbones, would it melt in the hands of a lover? Would a single touch of kindness evaporate that foreboding spell he created? I didn’t know but a secret forbidden part of me wanted to find out so badly. A shameful wish I was glad nobody would ever discover.
“Just as you did that day with the Chimera before hiding from me.” He said confirming what Riley had said,that the General had known.I swallowed hard and hearing this gave him cause to grin as he watched the motion, his hand now grazing down the front of my bare throat with a feather light touch.
“Impressive Little Human.” Again, he smiled as he felt another hard swallow go down.
“And yet you let me live…again.”I braved to point out and this time he smirked.
“Careful of that wayward mind of yours Alexandra.” He said, confusing me as to what he could mean by that.
“I am just stating facts.” I argued, trying to ignore what his light gentle touch was doing to me as it snaked across my collar bone.
“Perhaps I was intrigued by the fabled name of Alexandra, the girl who survives all the darkness throws her way, perhaps I felt somewhat protective over the girl who got away.” He said making my mouth drop a little at his admission. But before I could ask why once more, his eyes stopped following the journey his fingers were taking and rose to mine.
