over.
She turned, as if she saw him. He tilted his head, fighting the urge to just take her.
She leaned forward, like she was searching the tree.
Did she see him?
That was impossible.
Unless . . .
His eyes. Of course. He closed them quickly, praying she didn’t see him that way. Not yet. Not before he had the chance to win her heart.
He scolded himself, knowing he had to let this one go. He would have to suffer in silence.
He heard her shout good night and then the door to the balcony slam. He took his chance to flee for his house before she had the determination to see him for herself up close.
When he got home, Miles was outside of the house smoking his pipe, looking around himself cautiously. Briton watched him worriedly, knowing the elixir would wear off soon and the old man would again be on his deathbed. Briton snarled at the thought and hurried to his room. He closed his blinds, feeling the dawn approaching. He knew he would need a lot of sleep to help regain his strength before facing his first whole day in Wolfville.
He would need a lot of strength to stay away from Liv.
Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure of his choice to come back home. He had always loved the old East Coast village, the cool breeze that came off the ocean, and the feel of every season. The storms always seemed so violent, and yet, the small town survived. The best part though was the change of color in the trees. The crisp leaves scattered across the ground made everything appear to be fall colored.
But Liv and the dead witch made things a little bit different.
He climbed into bed, anxious about how it would all play out. He hadn’t been around a family like the Michaels in a long time; old wounds were always hardest to heal. But it wasn’t the Michaels he thought about as he lay in bed. It was her . His heart had already claimed her as his Liv. Seeing her dancing with the boy was almost painful but listening to her whisper the boy’s name had been ungodly.
Liv.
Images of her ran through his mind. Her perfect lips, pale skin, blond hair, and fierce scowl.
He had a terrible feeling the lust he felt for her was the same story his father had once told him. The romantic in him wanted the story to be his version of his parents’ love story, but he knew of their consuming love.
Love so instant and powerful, his father couldn’t fight it and didn’t want to. He would have slain an entire city for Briton’s mother.
There was a connection between him and Liv, what it was didn’t matter. He would never allow himself to fall for that kind of love. The kind that made you make mistakes that got your whole family killed. The kind that forced you to change the woman you loved into what you were.
Only Liv wasn’t a woman, she was a girl. She was seventeen. She deserved to live and have a life. She didn’t deserve to become what he was so that he could be with her.
Regardless of his feelings towards her.
As well as adding to his lust, the fact his mind tricks didn’t work on her was noteworthy. He would have to watch everything he said and did around her. There was no erasing mistakes .
His brain told him not to even think about her, but he couldn’t stop it.
He fell instantly into his usual sleep. It was filled with a black hole where no dreams ever existed.
If he could have dreamt, it would have been of her.
He woke when he felt the light on him through the curtains. He was awake, even though it felt like he had slept for only a few seconds.
He got dressed, feeling the dissatisfaction of the Liv situation, or rather infatuation, pulling him down. She plagued him.
He looked around the room, wishing his mother had been there to offer him advice or at least a hug. The old house made the longing for his family much worse.
Wolfville made everything worse.
He walked to the kitchen, smelling the delightful scent of fresh
She turned, as if she saw him. He tilted his head, fighting the urge to just take her.
She leaned forward, like she was searching the tree.
Did she see him?
That was impossible.
Unless . . .
His eyes. Of course. He closed them quickly, praying she didn’t see him that way. Not yet. Not before he had the chance to win her heart.
He scolded himself, knowing he had to let this one go. He would have to suffer in silence.
He heard her shout good night and then the door to the balcony slam. He took his chance to flee for his house before she had the determination to see him for herself up close.
When he got home, Miles was outside of the house smoking his pipe, looking around himself cautiously. Briton watched him worriedly, knowing the elixir would wear off soon and the old man would again be on his deathbed. Briton snarled at the thought and hurried to his room. He closed his blinds, feeling the dawn approaching. He knew he would need a lot of sleep to help regain his strength before facing his first whole day in Wolfville.
He would need a lot of strength to stay away from Liv.
Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure of his choice to come back home. He had always loved the old East Coast village, the cool breeze that came off the ocean, and the feel of every season. The storms always seemed so violent, and yet, the small town survived. The best part though was the change of color in the trees. The crisp leaves scattered across the ground made everything appear to be fall colored.
But Liv and the dead witch made things a little bit different.
He climbed into bed, anxious about how it would all play out. He hadn’t been around a family like the Michaels in a long time; old wounds were always hardest to heal. But it wasn’t the Michaels he thought about as he lay in bed. It was her . His heart had already claimed her as his Liv. Seeing her dancing with the boy was almost painful but listening to her whisper the boy’s name had been ungodly.
Liv.
Images of her ran through his mind. Her perfect lips, pale skin, blond hair, and fierce scowl.
He had a terrible feeling the lust he felt for her was the same story his father had once told him. The romantic in him wanted the story to be his version of his parents’ love story, but he knew of their consuming love.
Love so instant and powerful, his father couldn’t fight it and didn’t want to. He would have slain an entire city for Briton’s mother.
There was a connection between him and Liv, what it was didn’t matter. He would never allow himself to fall for that kind of love. The kind that made you make mistakes that got your whole family killed. The kind that forced you to change the woman you loved into what you were.
Only Liv wasn’t a woman, she was a girl. She was seventeen. She deserved to live and have a life. She didn’t deserve to become what he was so that he could be with her.
Regardless of his feelings towards her.
As well as adding to his lust, the fact his mind tricks didn’t work on her was noteworthy. He would have to watch everything he said and did around her. There was no erasing mistakes .
His brain told him not to even think about her, but he couldn’t stop it.
He fell instantly into his usual sleep. It was filled with a black hole where no dreams ever existed.
If he could have dreamt, it would have been of her.
He woke when he felt the light on him through the curtains. He was awake, even though it felt like he had slept for only a few seconds.
He got dressed, feeling the dissatisfaction of the Liv situation, or rather infatuation, pulling him down. She plagued him.
He looked around the room, wishing his mother had been there to offer him advice or at least a hug. The old house made the longing for his family much worse.
Wolfville made everything worse.
He walked to the kitchen, smelling the delightful scent of fresh
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