Whispers of Darkness (The Deadwood Hunter Series Book 2)(9)By: Rachel M Raithby
“Caden!” Lincoln growled. “If you hadn’t been all sparkily-eyed at her... Maybe I wouldn’t have lost it.”
Caden laughed, “Sparkily-eyed! You need to get out more, your panther’s riding you harder every day. You’ve never been very good with cities. We were just talking over breakfast and she’s totally in love with you mate, stop being so stupid.”
“I can’t just leave, this is the safest place for her. They’ll expect her to be in the forests.”
“Well you need to go away for a few days then, you can’t keep losing control. You’re only pushing her more and if she loses control, too... Well, it won’t be pretty.”
“Leave it,” Lincoln grumbled, walking into the house to search for Lexia.
Lexia was in the shower washing the blood and dust from her skin when she heard Lincoln open the door.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said quietly. Lexia glanced at him standing in the doorway; he was fidgeting and looked completely lost.
“Sorry! For biting me or being a dick because I... I… What exactly did I do that had you going all alpha male on me?”
“I’m sorry, okay? I saw you sitting in just my shirt laughing at Caden and well I just lost it. I’m sorry, it’s been a rough few weeks. I guess I haven’t got the best hold on my panther.”
Lexia shut the water off with a sigh. She didn’t want to fight with him but she also didn’t want him or his panther to think they could just treat her as a submissive.
“Linc, I am not submissive. I wasn’t submissive before my powers awakened and I’m sure as hell not now. I shouldn’t have wound you up but that still doesn’t give you an excuse for what you did. I don’t want to spend my time worrying whether I’m dressed enough for your standards.”
She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her and stalked towards him. “I get it, you’re sorry, but what I’d like to know is if that beast of yours has got the picture? I didn’t appreciate the bite or the reminder of what I am.”
“Lexia, what happened at your house, you did nothing wrong.”
“Forget it, Lincoln, nothing you can say will make what happened at my house ok, and if I had to do it again, I would. I would do anything to protect you. But did you really think I would wake up the same person? I’ve been hanging onto my old self for a while now and I need to let her go. The day those vampires attacked me, my life changed and I clung to you hoping somehow you could fix it all. But you can’t change me and I need to stand on my own two feet. This is my fight and to win I need to be strong.”
“Lexia I know, I know... I love you and I know who you are. I never want you to submit to me and I’ll always be here, I will always be by your side. I’m sorry about this morning... I... just lost control, please forgive me.”
“I know you will always be there and that knowledge gives me the strength to go on and there is nothing you need to be forgiven for. I knew what I was signing up for.”
Lincoln closed the gap between them. Scooping her up into his arms, he held her tight. “I love you, baby,” he whispered.
“I love you, too, but you’re squeezing my side.”
“Oh god, baby, I’m so sorry, let me see.”
She dropped the towel revealing the deep teeth marks in her side. Blood still seeped from the holes; Lincoln sucked in a breath.
“Yeah, you really had lost control, hey? I still won though, kitty.” She smacked him on the arse and walked away, wrapping a robe around herself.
“Hey Doc, I need some patching up,” she called down the stairs.
“Clothes,” Lincoln shouted, running after her.
“Yes, boss,” Lexia smirked.
Caden walked into the room, eyed Lexia in the fluffy robe. “Clothes,” he said, turning around.
“God, you two are like old men!” she groaned, sliding on some jogging pants and a T-shirt. “Better?” she asked. “And we really must get me some clothes. I don’t really pull off sweats.”
Caden turned back around and looked over Lexia; maybe he had been a bit sparkily-eyed at her this morning, but who could blame him? Lexia was beautiful, incredibly so, and she seemed oblivious to it. He looked over her and then glanced back at Lincoln who seemed to be having a war inside his head. He waited, hoping his friend could get control before he touched her.