So many things!
By Ignas, so many things she would rather not think about it.
“It feels terribly hot all of a sudden.” She stepped away from the window and Syon's gaze followed her with confusion. “Are you sure the object that fell was the Moon's Gift? Are you sure it wasn't the Sun?”
Syon’s worry increased. “You are sweating. Shall I get a healer?”
She shook her head. That didn't feel necessary. It just felt like she had on too many garments, but all she had on was her dress, so what was going on?
That Moon’s Gift must be filled to its brim with heat. Syon just couldn't feel it because his body must be used to it by now.
“You should—” Syon had taken a step forward, then he had stopped abruptly, then taken two steps back.
Another.
So three.
“Milady,” his voice sounded deeper, and she was forced to look up at him, but he wasn't looking at her, “you should soak yourself in the bathing tub. Do not leave this room for tonight. It might get dangerous.”
“Can you explain what is—”
Her question never got answered because Syon didn't even stay to hear the end of it. He ran like he was being chased.
The door slammed shut behind him and silence echoed around her… along with this maddening heat!
Aniya hurried off to the door to lock it. She shut the windows next and right from that moment, she started getting rid of all the clothes she had on her, tossing them on the floor roughly as she headed to the bathroom.
Hot, hot, hot!
By Ignas, it felt like she was on fire!
Quickly she sank herself into the large bathing bowl filled with cold water.
That helped and she started to feel better again.
Till suddenly, someone slammed down her bathroom door.
It hit the floor with a thud, crashing into pieces soon enough.
A scream was at the tip of her lips, one that died when her gaze laid on the intruder who walked upon the debris, further crushing the disaster that came at his hands.
Ikrus.
Her chest tightened with something she couldn't describe and her hands clutched the handles of the bathing tub upon seeing him.
He somehow managed to look even better than she remembered even though it hadn't even been up to a week since she had seen him last.
His black fur cloth was tight against his body, allowing her the sight of his muscles. His eyes swindled with a deadly promise, his chest expanding and contracting to contain his fury; when he spoke, she understood why.
“I smell another on your garments, where is he?”
“He helped me when I screamed from fright. A trick of the shadows. He gave me a lantern when my lighting-stone died, kept me company like a friend would, and when I complained of this insane heat, he advised me to soak myself in the bathing tub, and he ran away like he was being chased. He is very strange, but his advice is working, so I owe him my gratitude.” Then her gaze hardened. “For the one that broke down my door, I owe him nothing!” She snapped sharply at him.
Ikrus' eyes combed the room and suddenly he relaxed, slightly, only slightly.
“Anyone but you. I clearly stated that I didn't want you, or are you here to whisk me away in those arms while you snuff out my life, Oh Death?” He said nothing but she didn't need him to. “I clearly stated that I dread your presence and you dare to show me your face when it isn't time for my death yet? Or did you not read my letter?”
Anger sparked in his eyes once again.
“You did,” she smirked. “So you rushed over here with jealousy, losing your mind at what I could possibly be doing—”
“What is his name?” He asked, taking a step closer.
“Not significant enough for you to disturb me this way.” She felt the water ripple around her, losing its cold temperature and becoming warmer. “You wanted me to enjoy my last days, Ikrus, so why are you making them horrible with your presence?”
“What does he look like?” He moved closer yet again and the heat started slipping back into her veins.
It was as if her proximity to him had an effect on everything.
Wait.
It was!
“Don't come any closer!” She snapped. Tingles danced in her veins, the mark on her suddenly aching and burning. She moved her damp hand over it, taking it away immediately when the sizzling feeling only increased. She bit back a groan, trying to not pay attention to the tightening of her core and its sudden need.
But it grew in seconds, a maddening lust that transcended sanity and took possession of her entire body.
This wasn't something she could control. She was trying so hard to but she could feel herself losing it.
Whatever she would do to herself in this bathing bowl, she didn't want Ikrus around. The memories of how he would shift to his wolf and chase her as a prey still haunted her.
“Leave,” Her voice almost trembled and he seemed to have noticed it because suddenly, he froze, his intent gaze on her.
She gasped, her eyes locked with his, tightening her hold around the edge of the bathing bowl to stop herself, the grip was so tight she almost couldn't feel her hands. She let out a gasp, as she clasped her legs together, trying to give friction to the now painful need.
It was this stupid mark, she was sure of it! This mark was responsible for this!
“Go away!” She cried in defeat, her hand slipping away from the tub edge, “I’m occupie–” her voice trailed off as she slid her fingers in-between her thighs. She threw her head back in relief, her eyes closing shut for only a moment. Suddenly she felt a rough hand on her, sinking into the water over her own.