“Oh. Ah… well, wow. I still don’t know what to make of it all, these powers. I can right now feel them raging inside me, as you put it. That is a very accurate description. Sometimes it feels like flames will just shoot out of my fingers. I guess managing it all comes with training. I will get to that eventually. Hopefully before I hurt someone who doesn’t deserve it. Assuming I can’t hurt myself, though I assume it is possible. I was always sort of a klutz,” I rambled.
“Yes. I’m sure training will help. And, you are going to get that. In the meantime, though, you are going to have to be careful when we go meet the Royals. I sort of feel like we are taking an unstable bomb into battle. No offense. I don’t think you can hurt yourself, but I wouldn’t want to be collateral damage,” she said with an uncomfortable laugh.
“I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. I couldn’t deal with that. No offense taken on the bomb thing. I feel just like that, but still, I can’t just sit still while he’s out there hurting because of me. I have to try. Thank you for understanding that, and for changing your plans.”
“No need to thank us. As I said, it is what we are made for, to help in times of need. You have all kinds of needs there, lady. Stop worrying. I find it best to take care of one’s self before battle, and concentrate on what is happening then. It goes better if you haven’t worried yourself sick over what could happen beforehand.” She said.
“Thank you. I will do my best not to worry about what will happen. I need to stay positive that we will get him and the others back safe. My biggest problem is finding the patience to wait all the planning out. Knowing he is out there suffering is killing me.”
I stepped into the shower then, a bit confused at all of the dials for not just temperature, but type of spray, and apparently steam was an option, as well. Not only did I wish the situation was different, that I could relax and enjoy this lap of luxury I’d been brought to, but I could only imagine sharing it with Lex.
As I let the water hit me, I couldn’t help but to conjure up a few images of what we could do on these benches in the shower. I honestly couldn’t help myself.
Chapter Twelve
As the water beat down on me in glorious pulses, and I let the heat relax my muscles tight with worry, I envisioned him there beside me, as he had been once before in my tiny shower. The more I thought of him, though, the more I began to actually feel Lex. Not his body, but his spirit. He was thinking of me, too, and I could feel it. I sensed he needed me, missed me as much as I missed him. Given that this connection was all we had at the moment, and that it meant a reassurance that he was still alive, I gave into this moment together easily. I fell right into the sensations of his emotions tingling over my skin, just like the powerful sprays from the shower heads. Letting my mind conjure up images of us together, I hoped to send him love and peace while I could.
First, I imagined our future. I didn’t know for sure what he could read of my thoughts. Of course, he was trained to stay connected with me, but what their sorcerer was doing or capable of to block that connection, I couldn’t be sure. Still, if I could offer him anything with my thoughts, my love even, the comfort of knowing I was thinking of him, too, I had to try. Focusing, I thought on what would come, how I would save him.
Taking a few steps, I angled one of the showerheads to the bench, so I could sit there to better concentrate. I needed to grant my shaky legs a break from holding me up. Besides, each time I closed my eyes to better feel him, the world seemed to spin around me. I found myself grappling for the wall that wasn’t as close as one would assume it would be in any normal shower.
I conjured up images of rushing into a bare room with a pack of Royal werewolves behind me. Creating as I played it out, I had a Royal sorcerer break the spell, or whatever hold the sorcerer holding him had on him. Seeing him magically healed, as I had been, I imagined rushing into his arms, holding him tight for a blessed second, before leaving behind the building he’d been held in. Whatever stood in our way, true werewolves or that horrid man in the black suit, they were all easily cast aside by the Royal wolves who led us to freedom.
In this freedom, wherever it was, I took in his body, his solid build. Not caring about the setting, I saw only blurred colors behind us, as if only the two of us existed in the world. While in this bit of magical infinity, I ran my hands over the rippling muscles of his chest. I loved each and every part of him, but his core was my obsession, and drew the majority of my fascination with all of his manliness. The way his six pack abs met with the perfection of two ridges of muscles just above his hips left me gasping as it seemed to lead the way to and showcase his hard erection. I found myself shivering even with the streams of hot water pulsing against my skin.