Page 207 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
I lean over, cupping the back of her neck as I kiss her hard, cutting her off. Her breath hitches before she’s fisting my shirt and kissing me back.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You’re all that I ever saw with these green eyes.”
She smiles, laughing softly, resting her forehead against mine for a moment before I sit back and ask her to complete the song.
She nods as she obliges me, and I close my eyes, enjoying the sound of her voice.
“That was fucking beautiful,” I say when the song comes to an end.
“And you play the guitar really well,” she answers.
Our eyes connect, and I reach over, cupping her face as I brush my thumb down her cheek. For a moment, that same conflict returns, and she forces a smile before getting off the bed and walking over to my desk, where I have paper and pencils. “I want you to draw me, some day,” she says softly. Once again, I sense the shift in her emotions as she tries to cover up whatever she’s feeling.
Is she thinking something’s going to happen? I need to get my answers from her emotions…
“That’s something I’d love to do,” I answer honestly.
She nods, looking over her shoulder at me. “Really? Then we should do that soon.” She turns away. Sadness.
I frown slightly, but keep my voice neutral. “What’s the rush? It’s not like you’re going to leave.”
Her heart hammers, and my stomach twists as a wave of her emotions hits me – guilt, sadness, and hopelessness.
What is going on?
I get up and walk over to her, taking hold of her chin.
“Si… Tell me what the fuck is going on?” I plead urgently, searching her eyes.
She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
That’s a lie…
My heart is hammering.
Ask the right questions, Jayce. Think. Think!
It’s hard to when my worry for her is fucking with my head.
“Did something happen that I am not aware of, something that is worrying you?” I ask softly.
She looks into my eyes, her own widening ever so slightly. “No,” she says, but this time her eyes are saying something different.
That’s a yes.
She’s clicked. So, does that mean she can’t say something?
“Is something stopping you from telling me the truth?” I ask quietly.
“No, nothing like that,” she whispers.
A lie.
My heart thuds as her eyes burn into mine.
Focus, man.I try to remain calm, sifting through everything. It all happened from the moment she woke up crying and distraught the other night. I remember what Shahira told me, and my eyes narrow. “Did something happen when you went into your dream?”
“No.”
