Tingles rushed down her spine as butterflies took flight in her stomach at his firm grip. Heat rushed through her arm from his hand, before spreading through the rest of her body.
She trembled as sensual awareness shot between her thighs causing her to shiver. Looking up, her eyes widened with awe as she focused on his dark eyes. They were liquid obsidian with a thin circle of silver around the equally dark pupil. His unblinking gaze watched her with curiosity before his eyes trailed down to where his hand still encircled her wrist.
Feeling uneasy with the way he watched her in silence, Elena covered his shackling hand with her other and attempted to free herself. Instantly his grip tightened as his eyes jerked back up to her face with an accusing look.
“ What are you?” The words left his lips in a whisper, but she could hear the strength behind his question.
“What are you talking about?” What could have possibly caused her to have a dream like this? It was enough for her to demand to wake up. Perking up at the thought, Elena reached over and pinched her captured arm. Her eyes closed at the slight pain, but once open again she encountered the same scrutinizing black eyes.
“Why did you do that?” he asked with genuine confusion.
“To wake up from his stupid dream; why else?” she replied with a huff. Pinching yourself was usually a sure way of waking from a dream — or at least that was what she’d heard. “It usually works.”
“Dream…?” he whispered out, his dark eyes widened in astonishment. Was it possible that she wasn’t a Kelithian illusion at all? If that was the case there was only one thing she could be. Shaking his head in denial, he began to dismiss the thought. It was impossible.
It couldn’t be… could it? His inner thoughts waged as his heart thundered in his ears.
Frowning, he suddenly let go of the female’s hand before taking a careful step back. He lowered his sword to his side. Turning away from her, his free hand rubbed across his mouth as he became submerged by his thoughts. As quickly as he’d turned away, he spun back around, invading her personal space. Ignoring the way she leapt back from him, his eyes covered her face like she was an apparition.
“Where—” his words began roughly, pausing his gaze took note of her guarded expression. Clearing his throat before softening his voice, he began again, “where am I?”
Her eyebrows rose together at his whispered question. Accepting it as part of her dream she replied, “You’re in my dream.” Waving a hand behind her, she added, “This is where my mother was buried. I seem to come here a lot in my sleep.”
Taking a careful look around them, he asked, “Is this in the human world?”
Scoffing with humor she shook her head at his question. “Where else would it be?”
Whatever her answer had meant caused him to relax somewhat. Narrowing his eyes at her, he took an advancing step closer. She flinched in surprise as his large hand reached toward her face. Too surprised to move, she remained still as his rough fingertips slid against her cheekbone with awe. She was surprised at the touch of his hand. In that moment she could swear that she could actually feel the warmth of his hand as though it were real.
She eyed him warily as his hand dropped away from her face before a smile curved along his lips for a reason unknown to her. “What is your name?”
The question took her by surprise. Not seeing any reason not to answer, she replied, “Elena Richards.”
Without needing to be asked, he responded, “I am Kieran of the Garmorian people.” He said it proudly like it was a title of great importance.
Raising a single brow, she nodded in acceptance before taking a step away from him. Shaking her head, she smirked at his sudden relaxed expression as he watched her every move. “Now that you’re calmed now, answer me this: why are you here?”
Smirking, he turned his head away from her,
She trembled as sensual awareness shot between her thighs causing her to shiver. Looking up, her eyes widened with awe as she focused on his dark eyes. They were liquid obsidian with a thin circle of silver around the equally dark pupil. His unblinking gaze watched her with curiosity before his eyes trailed down to where his hand still encircled her wrist.
Feeling uneasy with the way he watched her in silence, Elena covered his shackling hand with her other and attempted to free herself. Instantly his grip tightened as his eyes jerked back up to her face with an accusing look.
“ What are you?” The words left his lips in a whisper, but she could hear the strength behind his question.
“What are you talking about?” What could have possibly caused her to have a dream like this? It was enough for her to demand to wake up. Perking up at the thought, Elena reached over and pinched her captured arm. Her eyes closed at the slight pain, but once open again she encountered the same scrutinizing black eyes.
“Why did you do that?” he asked with genuine confusion.
“To wake up from his stupid dream; why else?” she replied with a huff. Pinching yourself was usually a sure way of waking from a dream — or at least that was what she’d heard. “It usually works.”
“Dream…?” he whispered out, his dark eyes widened in astonishment. Was it possible that she wasn’t a Kelithian illusion at all? If that was the case there was only one thing she could be. Shaking his head in denial, he began to dismiss the thought. It was impossible.
It couldn’t be… could it? His inner thoughts waged as his heart thundered in his ears.
Frowning, he suddenly let go of the female’s hand before taking a careful step back. He lowered his sword to his side. Turning away from her, his free hand rubbed across his mouth as he became submerged by his thoughts. As quickly as he’d turned away, he spun back around, invading her personal space. Ignoring the way she leapt back from him, his eyes covered her face like she was an apparition.
“Where—” his words began roughly, pausing his gaze took note of her guarded expression. Clearing his throat before softening his voice, he began again, “where am I?”
Her eyebrows rose together at his whispered question. Accepting it as part of her dream she replied, “You’re in my dream.” Waving a hand behind her, she added, “This is where my mother was buried. I seem to come here a lot in my sleep.”
Taking a careful look around them, he asked, “Is this in the human world?”
Scoffing with humor she shook her head at his question. “Where else would it be?”
Whatever her answer had meant caused him to relax somewhat. Narrowing his eyes at her, he took an advancing step closer. She flinched in surprise as his large hand reached toward her face. Too surprised to move, she remained still as his rough fingertips slid against her cheekbone with awe. She was surprised at the touch of his hand. In that moment she could swear that she could actually feel the warmth of his hand as though it were real.
She eyed him warily as his hand dropped away from her face before a smile curved along his lips for a reason unknown to her. “What is your name?”
The question took her by surprise. Not seeing any reason not to answer, she replied, “Elena Richards.”
Without needing to be asked, he responded, “I am Kieran of the Garmorian people.” He said it proudly like it was a title of great importance.
Raising a single brow, she nodded in acceptance before taking a step away from him. Shaking her head, she smirked at his sudden relaxed expression as he watched her every move. “Now that you’re calmed now, answer me this: why are you here?”
Smirking, he turned his head away from her,
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