Page 28 of Luna: Posy 2

The bedroom door was open, and I glanced inside to see her sitting on the side of the bed, her hands clasped in her lap and her ankles crossed. She stared ahead, obviously lost in thought.

What words could I give her that would fix this disaster? I didn't know, but I had to think of some quickly. She was waiting.

Breathe,I reminded myself.Breathe through the pain. It'll end or it will get worse. Either way, just breathe through it.

Her attention went right to me when I stepped into the room. She wiggled like she was going to stand up, and I hurried over to her and dropped to my knees at her feet. My hands palm up on my thighs, I raised my face in humble supplication to my love.

"Posy—"

She gently laid her fingers against my lips and shook her head.

"I'm not mad. I'm not disappointed. I'm not scared of you. I was, however, terrified that you or Wyatt would get hurt beyond healing. If that happened, my heart would never recover."

I closed my eyes and kissed the fingers she still held over my mouth.

"Look at me, my beautiful dragon."

Dragon?

My eyelids flew up, surprised by both her tone and the endearment. I hadn't heard her use any with me or my brothers before.

And why am I adragon, of all things?

"You are not to feel guilty about what happened." Her blue gaze was as stern as her tone. "You are not Quartz. You areJayden. Jayden Carson, who plays guitar - acoustic, not electric - and sings us to sleep at night and reads a book a week. You are kind and sweet and a far better man than you give yourself credit for."

"Posy, I don't—"

"And I love you."

Whatever had been clawing its way up my throat for the past hour finally broke free, and I dropped my face into my hands and sobbed.

Her small fingers threaded into my hair and pulled my head to her lap. Craving her comfort, I crawled even closer, and she opened her knees so I could kneel between her legs and rest my head against her stomach. My arms went around her waist and I held on for dear life, hating the gut-wrenching noises coming out of me almost as much as I hated myself.

"It wasn't your fault," she whispered. "You didn't do anything wrong. I love you. I love you so, so much, my dragon-eyed mate."

She said those things over and over while massaging my head, and I slowly regained my composure and stopped crying like a pup. Pulling up the front of my t-shirt, I wiped my face on it. Then, with red cheeks and redder eyes, I let her help me up onto the bed. We lay wrapped together and facing each other for several minutes before she asked me a pair of questions that I didn't expect.

"Are you mad at Wyatt? Do you hate him?"

"Of course not," I said with a little frown.

"Could you tell him that, please? And do not apologize. Iforbidyou to apologize! You did nothing that you need to apologize for. But please let him know that you don't hate him and aren't angry at him."

"I can do that, sweetness." I nodded and gave her a shaky smile.

"Wyatt didn't realize how often he was interrupting. I showed him memories of all the times he did, and he was shocked." She laid one soft little hand on my cheek. "He wants to correct that, so we'll need to help him. Okay?"

"Wyatt was always the baby, and I guess I spoiled him a bit." I rolled my shoulders. "It's a little my fault that he's a brat sometimes."

"No, it's not. You spoiled Ash, too, and he's not a brat. Now." She took a deep breath, which reminded me to start breathing again, too. "May I please speak with Quartz? In his wolf form, if you're okay with that."

With a sigh, I slipped off of the bed and began stripping down, and Posy fled into her bathroom with a squeak. Any other time, I would have laughed at that, but I was a long way away from laughing about anything.

And, despite her kind words and sweet kisses, I knew I probably would be for a while.

8: Not an Auspicious Start

Quartz

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