Page 43 of Reborn in Flames (Reborn 1)
The guy nodded as his boss offered him a dirty look. Then I released my hand and let them go, muttering a curse under my breath. It wasn’t very often that the darkness boiling underneath my skin came out, but with Maya, it felt like a needed quality. A necessity to protect her.
Somehow this felt like the calm before the storm.
We had seven bedrooms, well now we did as the secondary office turned into a bedroom for Maya. I walked down the hall and found her standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and face expressionless. I didn’t blame her for having to process it. There was a lot going on. Not only did we have a stunning window panel that circled the outside of the house, but her bed was massive and I didn’t think for a minute that was unintentional. All of her clothes from earlier were in the closet and her extra art supplies set up in the corner near the forest view. A soft carpet padded her feet as she walked in.
Instead of asking why, because I’m pretty sure she was starting to figure it out, she just looked around the room. It was hard, because I think instinctual parts of this were fitting together for her, but the hardest part was going to be convincing her that she was something other than human.
Then I realized she was crying.
Marco had her in his arms as I frowned approaching, her crying muffled against his shirt as I ran my hands through her hair. “Maya, peanut, what’s wrong?”
“It's so beautiful.” She sniffled before muttering other words that neither of us could fully understand. I pressed my head against her shoulder and prayed for her birthday to come faster than these next two days. I needed her here. In our house. Safe and protected.
