Ch. 41
“Restive”
I use my wind to flow underneath the rug that Zanir happens to be standing on, and his feet move right out from under him.
Oops.
I need to act quickly, and I hope she forgives me if she even realizes what I am doing. Shit.
Oana, come save me.
The talking in the other room suddenly stops and an angel, well witch is in my doorway.
Her black, blue highlighted hair wrapped in a tight bun, sparkling in the moonlight from the skylight. Farrah will be coming to get us for dinner any minute. Her piercing blue eyes looking dull for a moment before they fill with life again. They immediately move to mine.
My lips become a fine line after mouthing the word sorry. Shit. The trouble I could get into with this new involving power. Shit. I am a morally good person. I will only use this for good…and when I need break an egotistical male’s gaze and from whatever the fuck I am starting. Shit.
Zanir is gathering himself and is standing, again, when Iamys steps behind Oana. Nyx, she looks pissed.
“Iamys…” His brown eyes move from Zanir who is shifting his shoulders. At least he didn’t hit his head…even though that may have made my night easier. Mother’s not some much…and well then not mine either. Nyx. Iamys’ eyes move to me, and they are wide.
“Where’d you get that dress?”
“Grigore.” I smile. “Iams, I’ll forgive you for shoving my face in a creek if you go find Zanir something other than hand me down scout attire to wear to dinner.”
I can feel Zanir’s eyes back on me, but I don’t dare look. I am acting on, well shit I don’t know. There is just some connection or, fuck I don’t know. I just need to get through this dinner, my beast room, because Nyx I need to clear my surprisingly quiet skull…other than mortal vampire man, clear him out too. Need to just get through all of that and then I will meet Oana and figure all this shit out.
“Bet.” Is all Iamys says before motioning Zanir out of the room. Nyx, his stare. It is going to burn a hole through me.
Once both the boys are gone, Oana finally speaks.
“What the fucking ogre shit was that?”
I run my fingers through my hair and ringing the remaining water out. “We have much to talk about.” I start bundling hair strands in my hands. My hair has some wavy to it and this seems to help, or at least I think it does. I am standing back in front of the mirror. I can see Oana, standing before the door frame, her eyes frantically moving back and forth, thinking. “I’m sorry, and no I have never done that to you before…or really anyone, other than accidently once before to Dev.” I continue running my fingers through my hair. “It is one of the new things that came forth after I felt the shift.”
She is mumbling. Her witchy brain was moving a mile a minute. “Is that the farthest it has gone?”
“Yes.” I know I am talking to Oana, one of the people I trust the most, but that doesn’t mean others were listening. If Mother ever found out about this, I am not sure what she would make me do.
“Well, we have so much to gossip about then.” Oana says coming up behind me, and putting her head on my shoulder, as we look at each other in the mirror. My shoulder twitches, but the ward burn no longer stinging. She has always been taller than me, even when we were kids. I can vaguely remember the first time she came to the clan. Her village deemed her a witch and she was to be burned at the stake. They were just a few years to early honestly, the only true skill she had that young was to turn into a black cat. Not a shifter like me, but a master of illusions. Only after a few years of honing her skills did she truly blossomed. Mother found her when she used to venture with the scouts. We are around the same age, but she is just a tad older, and reminds me all the time.
“That we do. You know what? You should pick something out of my armoire. I’m pretty sure I have a deep green formal gown that would look amazing on you.” I ring the remaining water from my hair.
I need someone else to take attention off me tonight, anyway.” I beam a smile to her before scurrying into my bathing chamber. “Me being gone for a fortnight, is going to be on everyone’s lips, sadly.” I know I have some a mascara and small thing of blush that was gifted me by one of the royal merchants. It is just coal dust and some thin paste, but it does make one’s eyes pop, and the blush is just grinded down rose petals, but do make a good attempt at making me like the innocent princess Mother wants me to be.
“I doubt you’ll be the only one person people will be talking about.” Oana is now looking through my armoire, didn’t have to tell her twice. “That dark mysterious mortal vampire may be more interesting.”
“I don’t know if that makes it better or worse. I vouched for him, so hopefully he doesn’t do anything stupid.” I go back to my mirror and start applying the mascara. The black against my lavender eyes makes even me do a double take. I have felt this way about myself in a while.
“Like, standing up to your Mother, or stomping through the halls to find you, or actually finding your wings even though he has never been here…right?” Her eyes glance back to me as she has two different gowns in her hands, the deep green one I suggest and a pale blue one which would match her hair perfectly.
I roll my eyes and move toward the blush. Dabbing my fingers in the small glass dish and lightly pressing them to my cheeks. “Of course he hasn’t. I haven’t even been out of the castle wall to meet anyone, ever. Plus, it would be a snowstorm outside or given lately like a hot summer day around here long before today.”
“Odd question. I promise to expand on it later. Are…” She decided to go with the deep green gown, thank Nyx. Her eyes glance back to the door, she mumbles something and then looks back to me. “Clear for now. Do you feel drawn to him? Like in a way that doesn’t really make sense? If that even makes sense.” I look over my shoulder at her. “I mean you looked to be having a very…in depth conversations…I have never seen you look at someone like that before.”
“Like I wanted to murder them, for fun?”
“I have seen you give that look plenty of times. No, like you wanted to rip each other clothes off with your teeth.”
I was juggling the mascara and blush in one hand. I drop both of them. “What? Nyx, no.” I wanted to punch him in the face, multiple times.
“Mihaela, I know you aren’t like…typical girls, but I can tell…also helps to be human. Can smell your guy’s fae powers, and plus your strong emotions…give off another strong scent. It’s like hella strong.”
I whip my head to her so fast my hair comes back around and brushes my nose. I wipe my hair out of the way and say, “Excuse me?” He has pointed ears which is a big fae red flag. Since I took his powers and immortality his smell wasn’t that noticeable, other than the fucking mint. But, if Oana can smell him. Did I give him more of his powers back. But she said… you guys.
I am met with Oana’s wide eyes. The deep green gown looks amazing on her. Hugging his figure in all the right spots. I am almost too distracted to remember what she fully said.
“What do you mean you guys?”
Oana’s eyes still wide quickly move from me to the mascara and blush I drop. She moves past me and picks them up while moving to the mirror.
“Oana.”
She clear her throat. “We really should want till after this dinner.”
“Oana…”
“Honestly, I already said too much.” She always does. She is terrible at keeping secrets.
“Oana…” I move closer to her. Standing behind her so she can see my crossed arms and my stern face in the mirror.
“Mihaela, I tried to warn you. Remember that. Even though I am terrible at keeping my mouth shut.”
She turns toward me with a smile and glances to the door.
“Farrah is coming. If you want to know. You’ll need to go here.” She taps her skull.
My eyes widen. “I don’t even know what I am doing. Let only know exactly how it happens…” I lower my voice. “with people…” Oana knows that I can walk in the minds of creatures, like Halfy, but people are different. That is not something I am comfortable with…not with my friends.
“It’s now or later.”
Shit. As much as she is bad at keeping secrets, I am utterly boar shit as being patient.
Ch. 41
“Restive”
I use my wind to flow underneath the rug that Zanir happens to be standing on, and his feet move right out from under him.
Oops.
I need to act quickly, and I hope she forgives me if she even realizes what I am doing. Shit.
Oana, come save me.
The talking in the other room suddenly stops and an angel, well witch is in my doorway.
Her black, blue highlighted hair wrapped in a tight bun, sparkling in the moonlight from the skylight. Farrah will be coming to get us for dinner any minute. Her piercing blue eyes looking dull for a moment before they fill with life again. They immediately move to mine.
My lips become a fine line after mouthing the word sorry. Shit. The trouble I could get into with this new involving power. Shit. I am a morally good person. I will only use this for good…and when I need break an egotistical male’s gaze and from whatever the fuck I am starting. Shit.
Zanir is gathering himself and is standing, again, when Iamys steps behind Oana. Nyx, she looks pissed.
“Iamys…” His brown eyes move from Zanir who is shifting his shoulders. At least he didn’t hit his head…even though that may have made my night easier. Mother’s not some much…and well then not mine either. Nyx. Iamys’ eyes move to me, and they are wide.
“Where’d you get that dress?”
“Grigore.” I smile. “Iams, I’ll forgive you for shoving my face in a creek if you go find Zanir something other than hand me down scout attire to wear to dinner.”
I can feel Zanir’s eyes back on me, but I don’t dare look. I am acting on, well shit I don’t know. There is just some connection or, fuck I don’t know. I just need to get through this dinner, my beast room, because Nyx I need to clear my surprisingly quiet skull…other than mortal vampire man, clear him out too. Need to just get through all of that and then I will meet Oana and figure all this shit out.
“Bet.” Is all Iamys says before motioning Zanir out of the room. Nyx, his stare. It is going to burn a hole through me.
Once both the boys are gone, Oana finally speaks.
“What the fucking ogre shit was that?”
I run my fingers through my hair and ringing the remaining water out. “We have much to talk about.” I start bundling hair strands in my hands. My hair has some wavy to it and this seems to help, or at least I think it does. I am standing back in front of the mirror. I can see Oana, standing before the door frame, her eyes frantically moving back and forth, thinking. “I’m sorry, and no I have never done that to you before…or really anyone, other than accidently once before to Dev.” I continue running my fingers through my hair. “It is one of the new things that came forth after I felt the shift.”
She is mumbling. Her witchy brain was moving a mile a minute. “Is that the farthest it has gone?”
“Yes.” I know I am talking to Oana, one of the people I trust the most, but that doesn’t mean others were listening. If Mother ever found out about this, I am not sure what she would make me do.
“Well, we have so much to gossip about then.” Oana says coming up behind me, and putting her head on my shoulder, as we look at each other in the mirror. My shoulder twitches, but the ward burn no longer stinging. She has always been taller than me, even when we were kids. I can vaguely remember the first time she came to the clan. Her village deemed her a witch and she was to be burned at the stake. They were just a few years to early honestly, the only true skill she had that young was to turn into a black cat. Not a shifter like me, but a master of illusions. Only after a few years of honing her skills did she truly blossomed. Mother found her when she used to venture with the scouts. We are around the same age, but she is just a tad older, and reminds me all the time.
“That we do. You know what? You should pick something out of my armoire. I’m pretty sure I have a deep green formal gown that would look amazing on you.” I ring the remaining water from my hair.
I need someone else to take attention off me tonight, anyway.” I beam a smile to her before scurrying into my bathing chamber. “Me being gone for a fortnight, is going to be on everyone’s lips, sadly.” I know I have some a mascara and small thing of blush that was gifted me by one of the royal merchants. It is just coal dust and some thin paste, but it does make one’s eyes pop, and the blush is just grinded down rose petals, but do make a good attempt at making me like the innocent princess Mother wants me to be.
“I doubt you’ll be the only one person people will be talking about.” Oana is now looking through my armoire, didn’t have to tell her twice. “That dark mysterious mortal vampire may be more interesting.”
“I don’t know if that makes it better or worse. I vouched for him, so hopefully he doesn’t do anything stupid.” I go back to my mirror and start applying the mascara. The black against my lavender eyes makes even me do a double take. I have felt this way about myself in a while.
“Like, standing up to your Mother, or stomping through the halls to find you, or actually finding your wings even though he has never been here…right?” Her eyes glance back to me as she has two different gowns in her hands, the deep green one I suggest and a pale blue one which would match her hair perfectly.
I roll my eyes and move toward the blush. Dabbing my fingers in the small glass dish and lightly pressing them to my cheeks. “Of course he hasn’t. I haven’t even been out of the castle wall to meet anyone, ever. Plus, it would be a snowstorm outside or given lately like a hot summer day around here long before today.”
“Odd question. I promise to expand on it later. Are…” She decided to go with the deep green gown, thank Nyx. Her eyes glance back to the door, she mumbles something and then looks back to me. “Clear for now. Do you feel drawn to him? Like in a way that doesn’t really make sense? If that even makes sense.” I look over my shoulder at her. “I mean you looked to be having a very…in depth conversations…I have never seen you look at someone like that before.”
“Like I wanted to murder them, for fun?”
“I have seen you give that look plenty of times. No, like you wanted to rip each other clothes off with your teeth.”
I was juggling the mascara and blush in one hand. I drop both of them. “What? Nyx, no.” I wanted to punch him in the face, multiple times.
“Mihaela, I know you aren’t like…typical girls, but I can tell…also helps to be human. Can smell your guy’s fae powers, and plus your strong emotions…give off another strong scent. It’s like hella strong.”
I whip my head to her so fast my hair comes back around and brushes my nose. I wipe my hair out of the way and say, “Excuse me?” He has pointed ears which is a big fae red flag. Since I took his powers and immortality his smell wasn’t that noticeable, other than the fucking mint. But, if Oana can smell him. Did I give him more of his powers back. But she said… you guys.
I am met with Oana’s wide eyes. The deep green gown looks amazing on her. Hugging his figure in all the right spots. I am almost too distracted to remember what she fully said.
“What do you mean you guys?”
Oana’s eyes still wide quickly move from me to the mascara and blush I drop. She moves past me and picks them up while moving to the mirror.
“Oana.”
She clear her throat. “We really should want till after this dinner.”
“Oana…”
“Honestly, I already said too much.” She always does. She is terrible at keeping secrets.
“Oana…” I move closer to her. Standing behind her so she can see my crossed arms and my stern face in the mirror.
“Mihaela, I tried to warn you. Remember that. Even though I am terrible at keeping my mouth shut.”
She turns toward me with a smile and glances to the door.
“Farrah is coming. If you want to know. You’ll need to go here.” She taps her skull.
My eyes widen. “I don’t even know what I am doing. Let only know exactly how it happens…” I lower my voice. “with people…” Oana knows that I can walk in the minds of creatures, like Halfy, but people are different. That is not something I am comfortable with…not with my friends.
“It’s now or later.”
Shit. As much as she is bad at keeping secrets, I am utterly boar shit as being patient.
