Chapter 19

Emma POV

It was early morning, it had to be it was barely light out, the sun had yet to warm up the room. I slowly woke and noticed I was being held by Delmor. He had me securely in his arms, I was warm and content. Why did he create these reactions from my body? My mind was telling me he was too close to soon, but my body curved around his and greedily soaked up his warmth. I was staring into his face lost in thought when he spoke and scared the crap out of me.

“Paint a portrait it will last longer.” He said startling me. I regained my witty composure and said.

“You know in my world we have a similar saying; take a picture it will last longer. Funny how our worlds have similar sayings and languages and even accents.”

“Your right, you even speak our language.” Delmor said.

“It’s called English in my country.” I replied.

“It’s our only language here it’s just how we speak. The witches do ha