Page 55 of Soaring in Flames (Reborn 2)
Chapter 14
Sai
“Marco,” I bit out,“you need to relax. She’ll come down when she’s ready.”
Marco snarled, staring into his drink, as Henry shook his head going back to his laptop. The others had disappeared through the house and I could tell everyone felt a bit off. How could they not? Maya had never gotten mad, not like this. The most complicated part was that she was right. We couldn’t fight every battle for her, and that was coming from me. I was always a fan of fighting.
“She has a point,” I stated softly, “we can’t keep her sheltered forever.”
“Like hell we can’t,” Marco declared, his hands tightening around his glass. “Do you not remember how she lived when she wasn’t sheltered here? Or how about when we left her alone in the house once and someone fucking took her from right under our nose? She’s not leaving.”
Henry groaned, running a hand over his face. "I don’t think she’s asking to leave, Marco, I think she just wants to feel like we are listening to her."
And I’m the one who is emotionally dramatic. Right. These two looked like they were about to flip the fuck out.
“You were the one who literally gave Jordan the ‘go’ on handling it.” Marco offered him a dry look when Henry sighed but didn’t say anything. Because he had.
“Plus what would she have done?” Marco asked, “go beat them up in return? I’m sorry but I don’t see Maya punching someone.”
I frowned slightly because it wasn’t a complete lie. Maya had a lot of amazing qualities, but fighting wasn’t up there. Not that she couldn’t be capable but physical violence wasn’t something that intrigued her, at least from what I could tell.
“Let’s just let her cool down,” I concluded and left the kitchen, heading upstairs despite my words. I stared at her door, tilting my head and looking back to make sure Henry and Marco wouldn’t catch me essentially going against what I’d just said. I moved towards her door and knocked once.
I sort of figured she wouldn’t answer, but a meow sounded as a sleepy Maya opened the door. Clearly she hadn’t been sleeping for long because we’d only been home about an hour.
“Can I come in, Kitten?”
Her eyes traced over me cautiously before letting me in, my eyes roaming her quiet and peaceful room. Maya sat down on the bed. Instead of saying anything, I tugged off my shirt and shoes, getting into her bed as she crawled up and under the sheets. Her head rested against my chest as I wrapped my arm around her, kissing the top of her head as she let out a sigh.
It had been a damn long day. Those long fingers began to play across my skin and I nearly groaned, trying to not get more turned on than I normally was around her. Already my cock was harder, wedged between the two of us, her leg tossed over me comfortably and without concern.
Almost instantly Maya fell asleep, Bella trotting over to the end of the bed before curling up. As I looked over my mate’s peaceful expression, I found myself feeling really thankful for her. I could be a total broody asshole, but she seemed to mollify every situation. Even right now, despite her valid argument with Marco and Henry, she had let me into her room to hold her. If I was her, I would probably be annoyed with everyone due to association. Not Maya though. No, Maya was sweet to the bone and I loved the light and warmth that radiated from her.
Laying with her, I found myself wanting to do ridiculous shit like when I took her out for a day in Paris. I would have never thought of something like that before Maya, but with her it flowed perfectly, making me think of a ton of ridiculous shit.
My family and I had never been particularly connected. I had been sort of lost in the crowd while there. Always vying for attention that I never truly received. Maya made me want to rewrite my past, she made me want to one day have a family so we could make sure that our kids felt loved and cared about. It was an odd feeling.
Next to me, Maya began to shift and she frowned, her small brow crinkled as a whimper came from her throat. I smoothed her hair but she only seemed to shake more, so much so that I considered waking her up. I spoke softly, “Maya, kitten, wake up for me.”
Instead of waking up she squeezed her eyes tighter and gripped my chest, her nails biting into me. I hated that she was suffering, especially once she told me what exactly she’d been fully dealing with. I mean,fuck, her mom had burned and branded her with a cross. My temper spiked as I tried to breathe through it, my jaw clenched knowing now was not the time to get pissed.
“Maya,” I whispered, feeling my chest squeeze as tears dripped down her face.
The door opened as Henry stood there looking concerned as I continued to smooth her hair. I pressed my cheek against her head and hissed. She had a fucking fever again. What the hell was going on with her? This was really starting to fuck with my head.
“Her temperature is back up,” I said as Henry walked over, his eyes roaming over her critically before he shook his head, leaving the room to no doubt get his small at home medical bag.
“What’s going on?” Marco asked. Walking in, his voice was quiet and I knew he was avoiding waking some of the others up. Through our bond I could tell the twins were passed out, Atlas would have been as well but hearing our concerned voices he was getting up. Croy I had no idea because I had no supernatural connection to the guy.
“Her temperature spiked,” I explained quietly before looking back up, “I’m worried.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Marco muttered, sitting down as Henry came in.
“I really think this has to do with her magic,” Henry offered quietly. “Maybe it has to do with feeling extreme emotions.”
“Doesn’t explain Paris,” I remarked, frowning.
“We don’t know how she was feeling really, we were eating dinner. She could have had anything on her mind—”
