He began trailing light kisses down my cheek and along my jaw until he reached the side of my neck. Then, carefully avoiding the sore areas, he drew my skin into his mouth and sucked hard, causing me to hiss. He chuckled against me, then trailed his tongue over the small hurt and transitioned into kissing my neck passionately.
“I desperately wish to taste every part of you,” he whispered between kisses.
I rolled my hips against him, and his answering groan was pure ecstasy. His hands began to follow up underneath the back of my shirt, cautious not to hurt me with my wounded sides. His calloused fingers ignited goosebumps all over my body. Just as my shirt started to lift, I heard Mother’s voice outside, and our eyes shot open.
“Shit,” I muttered as I flew off and plopped down next to him; both our breathing staggered. Quill gave me a grin, and I bit down on my lip to try and prevent mine.
Mother opened the door, saying goodbye to one of our neighbors, when her eyes caught on Quill and me. I could feel my face heating. She had an“I know what’s going on”look as she pranced over the stand before us.
“Hello, Minerva.” Quill greeted with his usual smoothness as he lolled on the couch. His black hair was tousled messily from my fingers running through it.
“Hello, Quill. So, you showed up after all,” she said, crossing her arms and giving a smile. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” Her eyes trailed to me, and then her brows raised as she examined my face.
“What happened?!” she exclaimed.
“I’m fine,” I interjected. “Quill, once again, saved my ass.” I rubbed the back of my head.
I gave her the rundown of what happened, once again leaving out the details that a man died.
“Wait, people were talking about that at the market as I was leaving.”
Quill and I glanced at each other.
Fuck.
“They said one of the men was stabbed anddied,” Mother persisted, the crease between her brows deepening.
My eyes nervously went from Quill to my mother.
“That was me, I-I killed him,” I blurted out.
Mother’s eyes widened, and Quill put his hand on my shoulder. I glimpsed at him, and he smiled softly.
“I killed him,” Quill said calmly. “Lena had hurt him, and I could tell his ego would not have let that slide. He was choking her.” He inhaled. “I had no other choice.”
“You went in there wielding your fists and managed to hurt a guy?” Mother questioned in disbelief.
“I gave her a dagger!” Quill exclaimed, Mother’s eyes flying to him.
“No." I shook my head quickly. "I bought a dagger before I ever even met him!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Mother held up her palms. “There is a lot of lying in this room right now.” She faced Quill. “Thank you for saving my daughter again, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Mother—”
“We need to talk in private.”
“I understand,” Quill replied before I could protest. He grabbed my hand and kissed it, smiling at me through his dark lashes. “I will see you next week. At thecorrecttime,” he insisted. He stood up and nodded to Mother before heading out the door.
She stared at me for a moment, her arms crossed against her chest.
“Tell me what’s going on.”
Chapter Thirteen
Iknewlyingwasn’tagood idea at this point. So, I told her everything. Why I decided to get a dagger, how Quill had agreed to train me, and how he had killed those men in the forest that day.
She just sat next to me in silence for a while. She ordered me to heal my neck bruises and the cut on my face but said it would be too suspicious to heal everything completely, especially those bruises on my ribs. Those I was to deal with.
