“Your game- ah right, football!”
He nods. “Yeah, so, are we on?” he asks quietly.
My heart skips a beat. This is a good sign. “Yeah, I’d love that. So, it’s a date?” I grimace. Shit, that was too much, wasn’t it? “Uh, I mean… it’s not-”
He takes hold of my chin once again, and I wonder if he likes doing that, forcing me to look up at him. “It’s a date,” he repeats, making my stomach flutter nervously, unable to look away from that gorgeous face.
Gods, he’s perfect.
He swallows and looks away, letting go of me. “I’ll walk you to the dorm. I have something to do.”
“Thanks.” Our eyes meet, and he gives me the faintest hint of a smile, so subtle I almost feel like I imagined it.
After I cameback, I had a long soak in the bath, and now I’m sitting on my bed going through the photos Jayce had sent me. I’ve printed them out, but I’m not getting far no matter what I research.
Shahira is doing some yoga. She’s gorgeous, although she wears slightly looser clothes in public, she has a sexy figure, too. She smiles over at me, her long, dark pink hair is pulled up in a ponytail. “You look happy,” she remarks.
I blush. “I guess I am. So how are you finding the division?” I ask.
“It’s great. I don’t really mix with everyone, but most of the boys are nice.”
She doesn’t mix with Allison and Himari, no surprises there. “Yeah. I totally understand that. So, do you have any siblings?”
“I have two brothers,” she replies. “They’re a lot older than me.”
“I’m sure they’re super protective of you.”
She nods. “Yeah, they are.” She pulls a face, and I giggle.
“I know how that can be. My brother and cousin are exactly the same.”
She chuckles and tilts her head. “Your brother is pretty young still, but he’s already Alpha. It must be hard for him.”
I smile sadly as Dad comes to my mind. “Even if it was, he wouldn’t let it show.”
“I’m sorry. Your father was a hero. I’ve heard many stories about him and your grandfather.”
“Thanks,” I respond. I look down at the pages, realising just how much happier I feel when I’m with Jayce. It’s… terrifying.
What if he leaves me, too? The thought makes my blood run cold, and I try to focus on the words on the page. I am not going to be doubtful. I have to trust him.
Focus on the kiss, the hug, the touch, the date!
I smile softly. I have to trust him. I peer down at the papers. If I just had one word translated from this, I could possibly crack the rest. I work on it for a bit longer before deciding to stop for now. I need to look into some more texts. I’ll email Mama and see if she can send me some transcripts of different recorded languages that we have.
After sending my email, I get ready for bed, remembering the man from my dreams. My mind flits to what he had been about to say.
Having an idea, I get out of bed quickly, my heart racing at the prospect that this could work. I rummage in the storage box at the end of the bed and take out my herbs. Hoping I have what I need to go through with my idea.
“Shahira?” I call after triple-checking and realising there are two herbs I’m missing. She’s already folding away her yoga mat, readying to sleep.
“Yeah?”
“Do you have any herbs on you at the moment?”
“Sure, what are you after?”
“Starwort and ghost mint.”
