The silence that lingered as he took care of her foot was not long but it was loud and unending to Zipporah. She glanced around, figuring out what to fill up the moment with. “So, uh, nice place you’ve got here.” She shot, when he raised a confused brow at her she swallowed a sigh at how hot his glance was. Clearing her throat, she paraded her hand over his head, “your territory.”He only nodded, his focus on the dressing he made.Refusing to let the silence win, she asked, “Lyra said you were going to get help?”“Not really.” Her heart sang a tune of victory when he continued. “This is the farthest of what’s mine, we still have a bit of distance before we get to the hold. There is a secret space close by, it belonged to my brother, I only went for dry clothes and something for your leg.”“Thanks.” Her eyes left the top of his head to their company, “what about Lyra?”“She guards this part of the trees,” he threw a proud glance at her and added, “and she takes her duty very seriously.
Pale view of a white ceiling filled her iris when they finally came alive. She felt the fold of the soaked bed sheet under her gripping hold. Her heartbeat drummed into her ears, she was terrified they would bleed. She could still hear the thunderstorm, taste the spice of fear and feel the charge of the darkness.She raised her hand to tuck in her hair but had no strand to attack, her curls were in a bun. She frowned at that then looked down to see her manly clothes were gone as well. She was in a blunt yellow cotton pajamas which ended above her knee.Barely registering her new surrounding, she tried to sit up from the ache she felt at her side. She succeeded eventually after a slow struggle with her weak legs. She reached under her gown for the ache she felt, it was in between her stomach and her back and it burnt like hell. It was oily when she touched it and had a pink color around the edge. She judged by the swell it had that it wasn’t good. Her ankle was wrapped in a tidy set o
We know who you are, Zipporah Williams. The whole pack does.Like the wordings to a bad, catchy commercial those words were sown into Zipporah’s brain. After clearing her plate she tried to rest the ache in her head, and failed. She sat up with nothing and no one as company except the endless wheel that was her thoughts. Every inch of the room has been reviewed with her eyes. She was sure she’d know the number of bricks around the fireplace or the exact image of the shapes embroidered in the carpet if asked in a quiz. It was a disaster to be stuck in a room with no device or sign of life. She felt a countdown of insanity going off in her head and the sad thing was Ivy had just left less than an hour ago. Her meal had kept her entertained long enough, all her senses had been focused on the food she didn’t notice the silence that filled up the big room. Now that she had nothing to do except ignore the ache on her side and ankle, she could do nothing but listen to everything around her
Profanities rolled loosely off Zipporah’s tongue. She felt the heat do something wicked to her skin. With ease and unsettled fingers she raised her top. What she saw was completely unnatural and almost unexplainable. The potion she drank was sipping out from the pores of her swollen skin. It began to spread as it coated her injury. Mixing with the pink ointment on her injury, it turned brown.In absolute wonder, she watched the swollen injury heal. It felt like time was moving faster for that part of her waist and it was profoundly painful. As the color faded with her wound, the pain tailed it. Her ribs simmered into relief. No one told her the healing process was going to be such torture. She hissed, tired of the different forms of pain she has had to endure. The part that was swollen was warm when she touched it.She stared at it, confused about what just happened. Few minutes ago she had a swollen waist, now she had nothing to show of it. There was no bump or even a scar. She wond
There was a certain gloom that hung over her words, it was also in her eyes. Zipporah faced her, squaring her shoulders in defense even though there was no attack. She felt it. “Yeah, it was quiet and I heard voices.”She nodded, then placed her palm together in front of her. Her tall, slim frame could help her pass for a runway model. “Are you ready for the festival? It’s not started yet.”“I know,” They seemed to be having a conversation, yet she felt interrogated. Zipporah wanted to ask her if she was part of the pack or one of the settlers. Instead, she offered a kind smile, “I was just tired of staying in.”She nodded again, ignoring her smile, “Ivy’s medicine worked.” “Yes.” Instinctively, Zipporah touched her side, “I feel better.”“I know,” she closed a few steps between them and stood by the railing as well. Her tanned skin glowed a little when she leaned her upper body over the railing, into the sun. She seemed lost in thought for a second before mumbling, “I helped her cle
As soon as Zipporah left the mansion which was indeed at the center of it all, she drowned in the march of a parade. She wiggled her way out of the cheering crowd to a spot where she could take in the mountain view of Adam’s home. The interior contradicted its anterior, it stood firm and dangerous. Almost as a dare to any invader who would think twice to penetrate its strong walls and fully guarded entrance. Despite Kingsley’s insensitive blurts, he was right about the size of the hold. She wasn’t on high ground to see it all but from as far as her eyes could reach she saw how compacted it was as a town and outstretched as the city. The aura in the air was light and welcoming. She lost the anxiety that had racked her chest all day long. She began to stroll from the mansion, finding herself in the market place as she followed the crowd but not among them. The kids held slim firecrackers in her fingers as the adults tried to catch up to their pace, all in an ecstatic jubilation. The a
Every object in the room was double or triple its size and they had the weirdest shapes which blurred every time she blinked. Speaking of blinking, the mute flutter of her lashes was causing a train wreck in her skull. Her back ached severely from keeping it in one position all through the night. She could feel every exhaustion and ache she would feel before she tried to rise.A hangover, great! Like your life wasn’t a wreck you add more jam to your brain. She groaned, thinking hurt. When her waist propelled, she wasn’t sure if it was by her might or the overbearing urge to urinate. After a ridiculous amount of wriggling her behind through messy sheets, she hissed at the cold that attack her feet when it reached the tiled floor. Slowly, she made her way towards the door in front of her but when she tried to open it it was locked. She stared at the knob in her hand, it was smaller than it was yesterday or was she still drunk?Her nose twitched, it caught a whiff of his scent. Her hea
Anyhow, she refused to question him about who he kissed or did other annoying things with. Zipporah only knew for the mean time she wasn’t a fan of redheads. She set down her cup, sat up right with her shoulders to start the conversation they had failed to finish in the woods, “Adam,” he turned to her, toweling his hands with the napkin. There was an expression on his face, almost like he knew what she wanted to talk about. She continued anyway, “last night, in the woods, I told you of somethings I saw and you didn’t.” Bits of stutter slipped in her speech, “what I didn’t tell you was that. . .”“Adam.” Whoever interrupted her had panic in their voice. “Adam!”“Cora, in here.” Adam called back.Quiet footsteps cornered into the kitchen. Red hair. That was the first thing about the gorgeous, model like woman Zipporah noticed. Cora ignored her, making her way towards the sink.She had worry in her eyes, it made Zipporah forget the jealousy that brewed in her chest. Adam stood at aler