4: Free Falling
659 Words
Ava Gobson’s POV
‘He is crazy. He has to be!’
I was silently watching the stranger this minute, and burst into laughter the next. The motion had me rocking my head back and forth, my brain felt liquid, as I was roughly shaking it.
I felt nauseous.
My hand reached to pinch my nose, it was a trick I learned working in the farmhouse at a young age. When you see a dunk, pinch it hard and suck it in, you won't puke on a good field.
“Are you okay?”
I looked at the stranger one more time. My vision was starting to rearrange his face and shape him like a skinny cat.
“You’re lying,” I smacked my chest and raised both hands upward. “See, I don't have a phone. So how did I call you?”
He chuckled. “Not literally.”
I hissed and face forward.
Even though the bartender was at the end of her cubicle, I still noticed her subtle eavesdropping. Somehow, I wished that was my problem. Gossiping and all of that s**t. It was way better than dealing with my baggage.
Again, I broke down in a sob.
My eyes were already red and puffy.
Cheeks were scaly with my tears, throat was parched.
“He’s not worth your tears, don't you think?” The stranger’s voice interfered in my thoughts. “How about we play a game? Tell me what you’ll do when you see them again.”
Quite interested, I sat erect, struggling to keep my weight on the small stool.
“Would you forgive them? Or let them burn?” He arched a brow. “Who knows? I may help with the match.”
I sniffed and chuckled. “Forgive?” My tone was laced with pain and anger. “Yes.” I nodded so hard that he was shocked.
His brows knitted, caught by this element of surprise.
“Of course I’d forgive them, after dragging the bastard on gravel around the pack till there’s no flesh to his bone.” I brushed a tear and chuckled.
“Yes,” I nodded again. “After getting high with his screams that will never be heard!”
“Hmmm,” he groaned and listened as if he meant what he said the last time, about handing me the match.
But who cares? I’d have my cake either way.
“And yes,” I stroked the rim of my glass. “After she loses every damn thing she loves!”
The cold wind hit hard, biting into my skin like frost. I broke afresh, gnashing my teeth from the cold. It seemed like I’d pass out.
My intestines were twisting on themselves, I bet the excessive liquor had bleached them.
“Come here,” his tone deepened, but this time, it oddly felt warm. “You need to stay alive to fight.”
He was close to me!
Too damn close!
I could feel his cool breath assault my neck!
Oh, god. I grabbed the edge of the bar for support.
‘What’s wrong with me? The strange feeling that I can't name…’ I tried to connect with my wolf but she was long in slumber. She could barely tolerate me when I was tipsy. Or maybe I was too weak to connect with her.
‘It’s fear, right?’ I responded to myself. ‘Not it's not…’
I felt something soft wrap over my shoulders and dropped down to my back. I looked down to find his tuxedo clinging to my back, keeping me alive as his owner wished.
I felt something warm, not his breath or the jacket… It was below, trapped in between my thighs. And only now do I realize I was clenching my thighs too hard.
Still, I felt the warm trickle in my panties…
And the slowly awakened urge.
“Who are you?” The question slipped off my lips.
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