Page 51 of Let It Snow
Unfortunately, that also means… we still don’t know whether that surge was truly the First Touch between True Mates or just an uncontrolledclash of two sorcerers’ energies. Crap.
Lake raises his brows and turns toward Snow.
But Snow says nothing. He only dips his head slightly and keeps his eyes fixed on the edge of my nest.
"Summer," Dr. Nolan-Carter clears his throat, "your pulse and blood pressure are within normal range, but I need to ask a few more questions. Do you have any blurred vision? Any trouble breathing?"
I shake my head.
"May I draw some blood for testing?"
I shake my head again, harder this time.
The doctor glances at Lake.
Lake bites his lip, then says softly, "Are you sure? A full panel could tell you more about your condition…"
I shake my head frantically.
"How do you feel right now, Summer? Any pain, burning, dizziness? Please be honest. We were really worried when you stayed unconscious so long."
A wave of nerves surges through me. Too much attention on me, too much energy… I want only one thing: for them all to leave.
"You look pale, your lips are badly chapped; maybe you fainted from dehydration?" Lake suggests, glancing toward the doctor.
"Drinking something wouldn’t hurt for sure," the doctor mutters.
Lake notices the empty mineral water cup on my nightstand. He picks it up and hands it to Snow.
"Snow, would you bring Summer some water, please?"
Snow takes the cup and walks toward the bathroom. At first I don’t think anything of it. Then, too late, I remember.
My stomach drops. I left the dildo stuck to the shower wall! Right in plain view.
I bolt upright in bed.
The sound of running water drifts out from the bathroom. My whole body locks tight with shame and panic. Snow has to be staring right now at the stupid dildo with its ridiculous tiny eggplant print.
A moment later he comes back into the room.
Our eyes meet, and I know. He saw it. He knows exactly what I’ve been doing alone at night. Impaling myself on it and ejaculating all over the shower stall.
Embarrassment and frustration crash over me. They’ve invaded my space, exposed my secrets.
Snow steps closer, offering me the cup, but emotion surges too fast and too hard. Instinct takes over. My power flares, and the water explodes out of the cup, splashing across the room and drenching everyone nearby.
"Goodness!" Lake yelps, soaked head to toe.
The cup rips itself from Snow’s hand and slams into the wall, shattering into a thousand shards.
Silence falls heavy.
I feel like the biggest idiot alive. What a pointless outburst. Nothing but nerves boiling over, and the result is a silly disaster.
I lunge out of bed, throw open the balcony doors, and leap outside.
Behind me I hear Lake cry out, thinking I’m trying to kill myself. It’s true the drop is steep, maybe fifty feet, but he doesn’t know everything about my power. I land softly on the ground and take off running through the garden toward the lake.
