I agreed with him. I was still shaking a little with us, not knowing where it had gone. It came out of nowhere and disappeared just as quickly. I felt so scared. I still couldn't believe Frank had picked me up and run with me to save me.
My mind snapped a little further back to how Frank's mouth felt pressed against mine, and I suddenly felt a course of heat hit me. I knew my face went red, and I bit hard onto my cheek, trying to shake the feeling off.
I gripped my robe. “So, what did they tell you? What’s the plan?”
“The same as what they have been dealing with. It appears and disappears. But I think it's because we were kissing.”
I frowned, confused. “Why would that matter?”
“It always attacks the Alphas and their spouses. It's been doing that since the start. I think it's attracted when we are close and intimate with each other. I don't think it's a good idea for us to be close like that.”
Which meant that would be the only time he would ever kiss me. I knew it was childish considering our history, but I felt disappointed. Maybe it was because, for the first time since I'd been here, I felt something besides hurt and fear. I felt like he cared and wanted to make sure I was safe.
“I guess that makes sense.” I swallowed, rubbing my hands together. I glanced outside the window, a shiver rolling down my back. It was completely dark outside, and the darkness could have been just outside waiting for us.
“In the meantime, I think we need to start staying in closer proximity so you will be sharing my room with me.”
I blinked as I stared at him, letting his words soak in. My mind seemed to fog as I tried to understand, and my head shook. “You just said that we need to not be close to each other.”
“I said I don't think it's a good idea for us to be close likethat.” He waved a hand between us. “But I can't have you sleeping on the other side of the house or falling asleep in the greenhouse downstairs. I need to be able to get to you quickly if anything were to happen. So, we will share a room for the time being.”
I couldn't deny that I'd done that a few times. I spent as much time as I possibly could in the greenhouse since it was the only place that seemed like it was mine.
I felt my jaw drop slightly and quickly shook my head. “No, absolutely not.”
“I wasn't asking,” he grumbled. “I'm going to shower, and when I get out, you better be in bed.”
I forced a tight smile. “So romantic, Frank. You really know how to sweep a woman off her feet.”
Frank gave me a face. “I don't care if you like it or not; this is what we are going to do from now on. And you know I can pick you up, so if you decide you're just going to sleep in your bedroom, think again. I have no problem moving your ass.”
I sighed heavily. “For how long? A week? A month?”
“Until we get this figured out.”
“I'm not sharing a bed with you, Frank. Not without knowing for how long.”
“Fine, sleep on the floor. I don't really care.”
I felt my jaw drop lower now. “You can't be serious.”
“I really don't care where you sleep in the room, but it's in that room.” He turned, storming into the bathroom before I could answer, and I stood there.
I swallowed as I turned, staring at his bedroom door. I walked over and pulled his bedroom door open. I flicked his light on, finding his room was a deep navy-blue color. He had a dark wood bedframe, and his bed was made neatly. The room was decorated with hues of blue and gray. A dresser that was stacked full with paperwork and a huge bookcase on the other side. The room was neat, and it smelled like pine when you entered.
I walked into the room and froze when I spotted a few pictures on his desk. There was one of him and Kerr when they were younger. I hadn't seen any personal photos of the entire house, so I wanted to see them up close. I had gathered that Kerr and Frank butted heads. I didn't have siblings, so I couldn't put my finger on whether they actually hated each other or if it was just sibling love.
I looked at the next picture and picked it up. It was an older man with a beard and a mustache. He was standing with two boys, and as I stared, I realized that it must be Frank's father. He looked a lot like Frank but was much harder-edged. You could see the anger and coldness in his eyes. I could see where Frank got his from.
I stared at little Frank, who had a sparkle in his eyes. He held his head proud, smiling at the photo happily. Frank had to be around five in the photo. I wondered what had happened to him to look so happy, to look so angry and emotionless.
Kerr had a stern expression himself, but nothing like Frank's. Frank clearly had some history. It was the one reason I could think of that he did the things he did.
“That's my father.”
I turned as Frank stood in the doorway. His hair was wet, and it looked messy as if he had run his finger through it. He stood with a pair of gray pants on him that clung tightly to his hips. Frank was wearing a plain white shirt that hugged him. I couldn't help but stare, seeing just how muscular he was. Out of all the Alphas, he had to be the bulkiest. He was the same height as Jay, but he had wider shoulders.
“I thought so,” I said, looking back at it. I pointed to little Frank. “You seem happy.”
