Page 11 of Bound
Bran peers at me. “Captain Whitehorn, I believe there is much to discuss.”
Jolted from staring at the girl, I can only nod. “Of course.”
Jarrah slips past us and opens a side door, allowing two guards to go before him into an opaque conference style room.
Amoret grips her skirts and I move without thinking, elbow out, to her side. Her brilliant irises dart to mine. My heart slams in my chest, battering at my ribs. Her small hand alights over the crook of my arm. The touch is brief, chaste. But the fire in my veins grows ravenous as her small fingers clench in my skin.
I walk her to the doorway, tempering my longer stride to her petite frame. From so close, the top of her head reaches the center of my chest, and my own broader size seems to dwarf her further.
At the door, she inclines her head. “Thank you, Captain Whitehorn.” With that, she eases into the room and glides to a seat in the glowing interior. Bran right on her heels.
My eyes track every step she takes as the odd hunger inside me gnaws deep, and only once she is seated does my focus snap.
I shake my head, clearing it and forcing the fire down.
Jarrah is the last to enter behind me, and his silver eyes flash as they track over my face. “It is good to know that even among the taint of the humans you have not forgotten the niceties of civilized conversation.” Iron laces his tone. “But perhaps, in the future, it would do good to keep your distance from Lady Amoret.”
My teeth grit, but he merely walks past and leans against the wall behind his Lord.
I do not slam the door. I close it. Carefully.
Every movement makes the flames lick inside me, but only when the door is closed and everyone is settled do I find my seat. Far on the other side of the damn room from them all.
The fucking trial cannot be over fast enough.
