stare.
Finishing in the bathroom, she slipped on a fresh pair of jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. She opened the door of the bathroom to find Soap waiting patiently on one of the chairs. He remained in his blood-streaked garments, but looked relieved to see her emerge. He held her pack, retrieved from the battle. He stood up and came to her, pushing her loose wet strands from her face.
“How is Sary?” Shade felt a pain shoot through her chest at the mention of her friend. Sary had lost her one and only mate. Shade could bet that Sary was still with Stephen’s body, probably quite reluctant to let go.
“She’s quite in shock. Hysterical at times, but she won’t leave Stephen. Quite understandable. I think it might take days before she emerges out of it.” He sighed as he rubbed his head. Soap glanced back at her and gave her a weak smile. Hugging her as the tears threatened to pour out again.
“It’s ok, Shade. It was a surprise attack. There’s nothing we could have done. It’s alright.” He stroked her hair as she cried into his shirt, leaving wet spots scattered across the front. She pulled away after a while and nodded at him. She wanted to go home now more than ever.
“I need to get out of here, Soap. I need to go home.”
He nodded back to her, shushing her quietly. “I’ll get Camulus. Get all your stuff together. You’ll feel better at home.” His voice masked the reluctance in his voice of seeing her go, but Shade barely registered it. She nodded back to him, turning to get her pack together.
Camulus entered her room soon after as Soap returned. The Elven-Pixie’s face remained as blank as it could be. He gave her a nod, holding his hand out towards her again. She cracked a weak grin at him, relieved he had come so fast.
“Soap?” Shade paused, turning back towards the Changeling Teleen Warrior.
“Yes, Shade?” Soap looked up at her expectantly.
“Please tell Sary I’m sorry.” She sighed as she walked closer to Camulus.
“I will. I’m sure she knows it.” Soap smiled at her, sadness remaining in his stormy, green eyes. Shade turned back towards Camulus, taking his soft, green hands in hers and let the jaunt take her away. She only wished it would take away the pain Sary felt right now.
Chapter Eleven
THE DAYS WENT by without any word from Andraste or Dylan. Shade hadn’t realized how excruciating the hours would feel as they ticked by painstakingly slow. At least when Dylan had been around, she could bug him about anything, and she was never alone. But now, with Brisa gone at college, the house was so uncharacteristically silent, it bore into her like an asylum to a crazy person. She missed Sary, and hoped that her friend would be okay.
Shade spent the days sitting on the back porch staring off into the woods, hoping she might catch a glimpse of Dylan’s jet-black hair, or a wisp of blue fire hovering in the darkened forest. Nothing came, and no one showed up to take her to her grandmother. It seemed that finding her was going to prove harder to do than said. Shade was starting to doubt that they would even find her at all now.
She also doubted that Dylan was ever going to return, even with the blood bind in place. She found herself filling her own head with morbid thoughts like: What if Dylan had found a way to break the bond. Would I even know he did it? Then he would never return for sure. What scared her even more was what he would say if he did return. Would he still love her, or would he turn away from her, cold as ice? She found that she didn’t really want to find out.
What of the Teleen suitors from the caverns? Shade knew from what Dylan had told her that sooner or later, some of the males would come after her and bid for her hand. She cringed at the thought. There wasn’t anyone but Dylan or Soap that she would choose. She hoped the Teleen suitors would never come. The drama of it all would be far too much to deal with right now. Supposedly, they would not
Finishing in the bathroom, she slipped on a fresh pair of jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. She opened the door of the bathroom to find Soap waiting patiently on one of the chairs. He remained in his blood-streaked garments, but looked relieved to see her emerge. He held her pack, retrieved from the battle. He stood up and came to her, pushing her loose wet strands from her face.
“How is Sary?” Shade felt a pain shoot through her chest at the mention of her friend. Sary had lost her one and only mate. Shade could bet that Sary was still with Stephen’s body, probably quite reluctant to let go.
“She’s quite in shock. Hysterical at times, but she won’t leave Stephen. Quite understandable. I think it might take days before she emerges out of it.” He sighed as he rubbed his head. Soap glanced back at her and gave her a weak smile. Hugging her as the tears threatened to pour out again.
“It’s ok, Shade. It was a surprise attack. There’s nothing we could have done. It’s alright.” He stroked her hair as she cried into his shirt, leaving wet spots scattered across the front. She pulled away after a while and nodded at him. She wanted to go home now more than ever.
“I need to get out of here, Soap. I need to go home.”
He nodded back to her, shushing her quietly. “I’ll get Camulus. Get all your stuff together. You’ll feel better at home.” His voice masked the reluctance in his voice of seeing her go, but Shade barely registered it. She nodded back to him, turning to get her pack together.
Camulus entered her room soon after as Soap returned. The Elven-Pixie’s face remained as blank as it could be. He gave her a nod, holding his hand out towards her again. She cracked a weak grin at him, relieved he had come so fast.
“Soap?” Shade paused, turning back towards the Changeling Teleen Warrior.
“Yes, Shade?” Soap looked up at her expectantly.
“Please tell Sary I’m sorry.” She sighed as she walked closer to Camulus.
“I will. I’m sure she knows it.” Soap smiled at her, sadness remaining in his stormy, green eyes. Shade turned back towards Camulus, taking his soft, green hands in hers and let the jaunt take her away. She only wished it would take away the pain Sary felt right now.
Chapter Eleven
THE DAYS WENT by without any word from Andraste or Dylan. Shade hadn’t realized how excruciating the hours would feel as they ticked by painstakingly slow. At least when Dylan had been around, she could bug him about anything, and she was never alone. But now, with Brisa gone at college, the house was so uncharacteristically silent, it bore into her like an asylum to a crazy person. She missed Sary, and hoped that her friend would be okay.
Shade spent the days sitting on the back porch staring off into the woods, hoping she might catch a glimpse of Dylan’s jet-black hair, or a wisp of blue fire hovering in the darkened forest. Nothing came, and no one showed up to take her to her grandmother. It seemed that finding her was going to prove harder to do than said. Shade was starting to doubt that they would even find her at all now.
She also doubted that Dylan was ever going to return, even with the blood bind in place. She found herself filling her own head with morbid thoughts like: What if Dylan had found a way to break the bond. Would I even know he did it? Then he would never return for sure. What scared her even more was what he would say if he did return. Would he still love her, or would he turn away from her, cold as ice? She found that she didn’t really want to find out.
What of the Teleen suitors from the caverns? Shade knew from what Dylan had told her that sooner or later, some of the males would come after her and bid for her hand. She cringed at the thought. There wasn’t anyone but Dylan or Soap that she would choose. She hoped the Teleen suitors would never come. The drama of it all would be far too much to deal with right now. Supposedly, they would not
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