"Bronx?" I say shyly. I hope he is sleepy enough that he will just say yes to my request. "Yeah, Baby?" He responds sleepily. His voice is almost a whisper. "I want to do something for you, but I need your permission and I'm afraid you'll say no." I try to sound casual and calm. The light of the moon shining through the window is the only light allowing me to see his reaction. He opens his eye, and looks at me with concern, but his voice sounds suspicious of my motives. "Why would I ever tell you no? More importantly, why would you need permission?" "I-I want to heal you." I sit up, facing him. "I don't want you to end up with scars like mine. I know in Blood River having scars is a badge of honor, but this is different." "You're right. I'm going to say no." He rolls gingerly on his back away from me and stares at the ceiling. "It isn't your burden to bear. I don't want you to waste your precious strength on something like that. You're healing yourself. You don't need to heal me,
It makes me nervous how tired Kas is the next day. She's still pale and her eyes don't have their usual sparkle. She insists on getting out of bed, but she falls asleep at the kitchenette table before I can finish toasting a bagel for her. I carry her over to the sofa and bring her some pillows and her gray and green blanket. I wrap her up in a little cocoon and turn on the cooking channel she likes. Before I can even turn around, she is already asleep on the couch. I call James and request Delilah to come check on her to make sure what she is going through is normal. Once Delilah arrives, she looks Kas over. She agrees that what Kas did to heal me should be well within her power, but since she isn't anywhere close to her full power with her injuries, it just gassed her. She just needs rest. Delilah lets me know she will brew up something for Kas to drink that will help, but it will take a few hours for it to kick in. “I will stay here with her. I'm sorry, Alpha Bronx, but you need t
We talk more about the additional responsibilities I need Milo to cover if he is going to be acting Alpha. Obviously, I will be here to support him, but I am going to trust him to do what he believes is right. As we are talking, James sends me a mind link. "Alpha! Delilah just texted me, she needs us back at the apartment. She said it's important. I'm on my way there right now.” My heart jumps. "Milo, it's Kas. I gotta go." I sprint out of the room before he has a chance to answer, but I feel him on my heels as I run down the hall. James gets to the top of the stairs as we are running past and joins us. “What's happening, Alpha?" Tyree, Kas's substitute guard asks as I skid to a halt at the apartment door. “Wait here, Tyree. No one else comes in." I growl as I push open the door. “Kas! Delilah!" They aren't in the living room. “We're in here, Alpha Bronx." I hear Delilah's voice from the bedroom. I rush into the bedroom, throwing the door open. Kas is standing next to Delilah.
Kas's POV The next few days begin to form into a comfortable schedule for us. Bronx goes to his office at MasonCo most days. Just like he promised when I first moved into the apartment, he wakes me every morning up to let me know he’s leaving. And every morning he gives me a passionate kiss that leaves me missing him until he gets home. Somehow, he seems to have an endless supply of flowers, too. I don’t know where he gets them from, but he brings a few for me every evening and places them in a vase on my nightstand. He takes out the ones that are starting to wilt, so I always have a fresh bouquet to look at. I start to focus on searching my mind for Lex. I load some calming music onto my phone and spend my mornings meditating. I feel her deep within the farthest corners of my mind, but the harder I try, the more difficult it is to reach her. The closest way I can describe it is that I feel like she is trapped in a cage in a dark room in my mind. The problem is, I can’t find the room
I rush over and turn on the bedside lamp before I crawl onto the bed. “Bronx, Sweetheart! Wake up! You're having a nightmare." I grasp his shoulders, his face is covered in sweat. He easily pushes me off, cursing deeply at whoever he is fighting in his dream. "Bronx! Wake up, please!” Very suddenly, he becomes deathly still. “B-Bronx? A-are you okay?" I lean forward to look at him closer. His eye shoots open, wider than I have ever seen before and he sits straight up in bed. Fear and anger roll off of him as every muscle in his body tenses. His skin stretches tight over his tensed muscles. He balls his hands into fists and lets out a roar so loud the entire room reverberates. He is breathing roughly through his nostrils, reminding me of a charging bull as his body shakes, the anger building. “Bronx? You're scaring me." I gently touch his arm. He snaps his head toward me, seeing me for the first time since he woke up. There is no recognition on his face, as if I'm a complete stran
“What? No, Kas. That's not possible. You know that's not possible. Saint would never harm a hair on your head. He loves you. I love you." I say desperately, taking a step forward, praying she doesn't take a step back. My heart clenches at the thought that she could ever be scared I would hurt her. What am I talking about? I just slapped her in the hallway in front of all those people. She just had a vision that my wolf killed her. How could she not be scared of me? A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I find James and Delilah standing there. “Please, come in." I gesture with my arm. “Thank you, Alpha Bronx." Delilah says with a bow and walks past me. “If it's alright, Alpha, I'm going to stay in the hall with Tyree. Make sure things are... under control." James gives me a knowing look. I trust him to convince Tyree to keep quiet about this incident. “Thanks, James." I look at Tyree, who still looks very uncomfortable with what he just witnessed. Even with the sensitivity an
Kas's POVI can feel the lump in my throat give way into tears as Delilah comes into the apartment. She sets down a leather bag that looks like an old time doctor's bag and takes my hands in hers. “Kas, what happened?" She asks. Her face is filled with worry. Lenora is rubbing soothing circles on my back. “I had a vision, Delilah, it was awful." I begin to sob and collapse against her. Delilah wipes my tears with her sleeve as she shushes me, rocking me gently in her arms. Her movement makes me realize I flinched when Bronx tried to do the same thing just a few moments ago. Why did I do that? Was it because of the premonition? My heart aches thinking that I did that because of something Bronx didn't actually do. It was just in my head. I look around and realize he isn't in the room. “Bronx?" I look around. "Where did he go?” “I think he feels guilty for slapping you." Lenora growls in an annoyed tone. She has a hand on her hip taking a judgemental stance. “Slap me? Don't be ridi
Lenora stands and unlocks the apartment door. James is pacing the hall and rushes inside as soon as he is allowed entry. “My Love!" He exclaims when he sees Delilah bundled up on the sofa. He kneels down and caresses her face, giving her little kisses. “Oh, Puppy. Don't worry. I'm okay." She smiles as he comes to her side. “James, you can take her wrapped in the blanket so she won't get cold. I will get it back some other time." I offer."It's alright, Luna. My truck is out front." He carefully unwraps his mate from her cocoon and hands the blanket to me before picking her up bridal style. Lenora drapes his coat over her. “Delilah, I will come see you tomorrow if you're feeling better.” I tell her. “Thank you, Kas." She says sleepily, leaning into James's chest. James gingerly walks out of the apartment so he can take his mate home and care for her. I pang of guilt strikes my heart. I am not able to heal Delilah because she is not a werewolf. She is a powerful witch, but what she