Free The Huntress Book 1 Memories by Mihaela Gheorghe Page B

advance exactly what I dread
to hear you talking, and that's exactly what you're doing. Listen
to me; if you don't shut your mouth, I go home. If you can hold
your tongue, I might stick around. So what is it going to be?”
    Without a word, he sits on a frozen stump.
Only now I see that I am actually very cold. I hug myself and I wag
from one foot to another. The silence that remains, allows me to
relax. My thoughts are turning back to my Mom, wondering what I
could do to help her out. I'm so steeped in my ideas, so absorbed
by the worry that I do not hear him talking to me. I pluck my
thoughtful eyes, heading them unhurriedly toward him.
    “What?”
    Dane looked at me. Apparently, he doesn’t
even breathe, waiting for an answer that I probably have to return
to his question.
    “Sorry! I was deep in thought. I have not
heard what you asked me. Would you please repeat the question?”
    However, it was not a question, as he
suddenly sharply said:
    “Be my lover!”
    It did not take me more than one jump to get
up with dilated eyes. No more than a gesture to grab the cold and
wet clothes, and just a few seconds to start running. I ran enough.
The air is so frozen that I can barely breathe. It sticks in my
nostrils. I instinctively looked over my shoulder to see if he
followed me. I sigh, relieved when I see that he didn’t. So I’ll
just see my way.
    Even under the threat of the weapon I
wouldn't be able to stop my cry. The heavy clothes fall on the
ground from my inert hands. Dane was very calm in front of me, a
hand of his trapping my arm.
    “How... How did you manage to do that?” I
babble.
    His orange, almost red lights in his eyes
tell me that he's angry. He tightens his jaws.
    “I want to show you that it's pointless to
run away from me.”
    His tone is literally a low growl. I shake my
boots.
    “What... What are you?”
    My voice is not louder than a whisper.
    “Does it matter to you that much?”
    His tone has returned to normal now and he's
more disappointed.
    “Does it really matter what I am?” He asks me
again slowly. “I am something else. I am different. Does it matter
what? A moment ago you were afraid of me!” he accuses me, though
his voice is loaded with pain.
    “And I won’t deny it, but you have to admit
and I had every reason in the world for that.”
    “Perhaps.” he admits quite cumbersome.
    I try to withdraw my arm from his grasp. He's
too close. He stares deliberately.
    “You can get rid of me only if you
specifically ask me, with your own mouth, to leave you alone and
not see me again.” he tells me, stressing each word individually.
“Is this what you really want?”
    The lump in my throat doesn't let me
talk.
    “Tell me!” he insists. “Is this what you
really want?”
    His tone is as if it has honey and poison. As
it would suggest itself through the veil of my consciousness,
through my brain interface, paralyzing my words. I cannot do
anything but looking at him with dilated pupils. However, as he
gets closer to me, I react instinctively and retire. In his golden
eyes there almost glowing orange dots.
    “Just because I have the power to hurt you
does not mean I'm gonna do it.” he tells me. “Just because I have
certain desires does not mean that I cannot control them.” he adds
mesmerizing. “Therefore, I want you to stop running away from
me.”
    Then, of course I say the first thing that
crosses my mind.
    “You said that I am the only human on the
outside!” I accuse him. “That I am inside colder than winter!”
    “And how I am wrong?” he asks me. “What
feelings you can have but of rejection of others around you? I
understand to reject those who deny you, but you do that with
everybody.”
    Then again, I get my mouth on.
    “You are older than you pretend to be.”
    It is not a question. It is a clear
statement. It is a certainty. Dane looked at me concerned, and then
he nods. Certainly I would be scared if I hadn't always known that
somehow he was more mature