Chapter 5
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Chapter Five
What had I done?
I gasped as the strands fell to the floor. No! I began to pant, feeling my heart rate spike.
I looked at myself in the mirror, tears gathering in my eyes. I'd never had it this short.
I didn't hate my hair, I really didn't! I wanted a few inches gone but I didn't want it sitting on my shoulders! I wanted it back.
I didn't like it.
But I breathed a sigh. I had gone through so much and here I was, about to cry over cut hair?
Besides, I had cried way too much recently. I was tired. Frankly, I didn't know how I was still producing tears.
Well, there was nothing I could do now. I already had a clump of hair missing. So I swallowed the lump in my throat and snipped away. I exhaled when I was done.
"Sandra, put your veil on. I'm coming."
That settled it. The real Sandra wore scarfs. I sent a silent thank you to her as I did as I was told. She gasped as he saw the hair surrounding me. She sounded even more shocked than I was.
"You cut your hair? That's a lot of hair. Why did you cut it, Lia?"
I sniffed, unable to answer. She sighed, resigned. "When did you even dye it, Sandra?"
Again, I didn't speak and the girl just shrugged. "Ok, Lia. I have to admit that was very brave of you. I'm sure the end result looks beautiful."
I nodded, stunned. Strangely enough, her words make me feel slightly better.
"Go on then, go take your bath."
I stood and shuffled to the bathroom. It was beautiful, painted a pale green with a big tub and glass shower. I stripped off the plain blue dress I was wearing and soaked myself for a whole hour.
By the time I came out, the room was clean. Empty too.
A nightdress was spread out on the bed, a small pink frilly thing. It wasn't something I'd choose for myself but it had been such a weird day that I just put it on, dived into the bed and fell asleep.
I wasn't asleep for long when I opened my eyes. Rave. She was here. I felt her.
I looked up and there she was, standing in front of me. "Hi Melissa."
She was here! Or was she? Was she a figment of my imagination? What if I was dreaming?
"Is that really you?" I asked tentatively.
"Yeah."
"But how do I know? How am I sure I'm not dreaming of you, Rave?" I asked, my voice beginning to shake.
"Will me to do something silly. See if I do it. As soon as you know it's a dream, you'll be in control."
I closed my eyes and willed Kyra to do a cartwheel. As she continued to stand there, staring at me, rocking back and forth on her feet, I dared to hope.
"I wished you would do a cartwheel," I whispered, smiling hard and of course, the tears had begun to gather in my eyes.
"Girl, I can't even do a cartwheel."
"I know!" I replied, blinking rapidly. " And I want to hug you so f*****g bad, Rave."
Her face softened. "I know, me too."
I sniffed. "Are you," how would I ask this question? "Are you ok where you are?"
She nodded. "I am. I just have something to ask of you."
"What? What is it? Anything, Rave. I'll do anything."
The aura around her changed, it became heavy and filled with murderous intent. "Make them pay. I know, you probably want to rest after everything you went through but that can come later, Melissa. After you destroy them all. That is the only thing I want."
I couldn't reply before I was yanked out of Kyra's presence. A pain started at the base of my head, feeling like it would crack my skull open. I curled up in a ball, cradling my head.
As I breathed through the pain, I thought of how right Rave was. I also wanted to see them suffer. I wanted to see them bleed until they couldn't give me any more blood.
I stood, after it felt like my head would not break off my neck and left my room. I just wanted to be out of there, to go and enjoy some fresh air.
My plans were disrupted when I ran, head first, into a wall. I groaned, falling to the ground. But it doesn't hurt as much as I expected it to. It actually felt kind of nice. . . Tingly.
"Woah! Easy."
The voice chuckled, all gravelly and deep, as he grasped onto my shoulders and hoisted me up like I weigh the equivalent of an empty bowl.
I almost sighed, forgetting to take my weight off him and keep myself upright. Thank the goddess that his hands remained on my body, keeping me steady.
"Are you ok?"
I looked up and my jaw dropped to the ground. I wanted to throw my nightgown beside it. Holy mother of the earth, he was gorgeous!
His eyes were a light honey brown and seemed to reflect the light of the hallway. His beard was trimmed close to his face, accentuating a jawline I'd really like to lick.
His hair was short, black and rumpled from rolling around in bed, I'd imagine. An image of being in bed with this man, cuddling him pushed itself into my mind.
I feel my wolf stir.
She was sluggish but I was glad she too was alive. I had been pitiful how I couldn't even break out of fabric ropes without her.
She may have been groggy but the thought that rang in my head was sure. This man was my mate.
And it seemed he too had realized what I was to him because he was staring down at me, with a soft expression on his face.
He glanced over my head to the open door I just came through. Then paused, eyes on the door, his thick brows furrowing.
And then he looked back at me and absolute shock took over his features. "Sandra?"
He made sure I was steady on my feet before pushing away from me and running his hands through his hair. What was he doing? Why was he letting me go? Was he shy?
He didn't need to be. I just knew I felt relaxed when he touched me and I wanted that feeling back. It drove the sadness away.
"I. . . I have to go. Goddess!"
The words were barely out of his mouth before he spun around and almost took off sprinting. I wasn't even able to call to him before he was out of my sight.
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