“No, I’ve been talking to my bosses about maybe getting a promotion. I've been there for a while so I have the experience, just not the technical skills quite yet.”“Oh that’s good dear. You don’t want to lose this house, after all. I mean I’m sure you’ll be getting some insurance money, but we all know that won’t last forever.” My eyes slid to my aunt Annie, who had her hand resting on my mother’s as she asked her about how she was going to keep paying the bills all by her little self. I hated that patronizing tone everyone kept taking with us. Like we were weak, small children left alone by our daddy. Like now that he was gone, we had no place in the world. “No, no, we won’t.” My mom gives her a reassuring smile, and pulls her hand out from under hers. “I’m going to check on the casseroles.” She says, her eyes already glazed out and elsewhere as she stands up and walks into the kitchen, where some of the older aunts are fussing over getting lunch ready.“That poor woman.” My gaze
Four years ago…“Why do I have to wear this?” I’m standing in front of my bedroom mirror, glaring at my mother in the reflection. She was behind me, a straightening iron in her hand as she patiently flattened each strand of my wavy brown hair out. “You should look nice today.” Is all she says, her voice that same quiet, even tone it had been since dad had died. I glance at her in the mirror, just watching her for a moment. Her gaze was unfocused, but fixed on my hair like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Like getting it nice and flat was the biggest thing going on right now. She’d been so… out of it lately. I understood why, but it was still jarring to see my mom acting so… human.I could hear footsteps throughout the rest of the house, up and down the hallway, in the bathroom, through the kitchen. Voices carried, hushed as they tried to be. “What do you think they’ll do now?”“She won’t lose the house, will she?”“He seemed so young and healthy.”“Did he even leav
The following week was not fun for me. After the scene with who we now knew for sure was Griffin, Erik and Larkin were on high alert. Which meant one of them was always tailing after me, sticking their nose in my business and acting like I was made of glass. At first, I wasn’t too annoyed by it. I understand where they’re coming from; we were caught off guard and Griffin could have done anything he wanted to me. We all knew it. I was defenseless, especially against someone like him. So I’d been okay with the constant babysitting and micromanaging. At first.I’d stopped being okay with it… four days ago. When Erik busted in on me while I was in the tub. I mean, he’d seen me naked before, that wasn’t the issue. The two other guards he’d had with him who’d gotten an eyeful of my suds covered tits was what irritated me.Currently, I was attempting to sneak out. I wanted to go talk to my Alder, alone. Without Erik, specifically. I just knew if he knew what I was planning on doing, he wo
“Ah, who do we have here?” The Gud asks, grinning and circling around Erik. “Is this your…”I see his eyes flick down to my ankle, and notice the flash of recognition in them when he spots my anklets. “He is your husband.” He confirms, turning back to Erik to look him up and down, like he was assessing him. “How did a weak little man like you snag yourself a goddess?” He taunts, obviously trying to get a reaction out of Erik.It works, because I can see Erik’s face contorting in anger and his hand moving to rest on the hilt of his sword. His grip on it clenches and unclenches, and I could imagine the internal debate he was probably having right now. I hadn’t really seen Erik in a real fight yet, just training and stuff like that. But something was telling me he was more than capable of holding his own, especially with that giant sword on his hip.“Why are you here?” Erik asks. I’m impressed, because I’m sure that wasn’t what he really wanted to say. He was exhibiting some serious self
Red eyes that seemed to shine through the shadows of the trees as he appeared before me. Tall and wide, an irritated expression on his face.Before me stood the Gud, the main person I was trying to stay away from currently. I’m pressed against the wall, my three dragons in front of me, like they were prepared to protect me. I knew they were still too young though, too small and inexperienced to be able to really do anything.“Hello, pretty little thing.” I freeze, turning my face away as he closes the distance between us, easily shoving Binny aside with his foot to stand in front of me. His hand reaches up, and grabs a strand of my hair. He starts wrapping it around his finger, looking at it like it fascinated him. I swallowed thickly, doing everything in my power to keep my voice steady. “Why are you here?” I ask, my face still turned away from him as he brought my strand of hair up to his face and smelled it. His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled, and I glanced at him. He did have
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting outside of me and Erik’s bedroom window, watching Binny and Bacus wrestle playfully while Beatrix sat on the ground with me, pressed against my leg. She was watching them too, her eyes narrowed on them like she was judging them. I had come here because I had been hoping Erik had stomped off to our room, and maybe I could try to make him a little less angry. I’d been pretty disappointed when he was nowhere to be found. I could’ve gone to his office where I’m sure he actually was, still working, but I didn’t really want to get in a fight with him right now, and it kind of felt like we were on the cusp of one.So I’d sat outside with my dragons alone, just enjoying the warm night breeze. I sighed, resting my chin on my knees. What a complicated life I’d straddled myself with. “You okay?” I jump a little at the sound of a voice suddenly, and turn to see Larkin lingering a few feet away, looking down at me. I cursed a little eternally, because he w
“Thank you again, for doing this.” I say to Larkin as I lead him and his men to their prepared rooms a few hours later.They’d arrived just after the sun started setting, so I told them to rest for a little, clean up if they’d like, and we’d get dinner and drinks ready for them. Larkin looked a little surprised and… maybe a bit smug about the good treatment. I’m sure he was expecting something more along the lines of what Erik was going to do, shared rooms with no space. “Course. I gotta say, the dragons have really taken a liking to you.” When they’d first approached over the hill in a group, looking rather intimidating, the dragons had reacted to say the least. I’d been waiting with a few Alva and my dragons, and as soon as they’d locked onto them, they’d charged them head on, seemingly prepared to fight despite their immature size and age.They’d only stopped when I told them to, scolded them was more accurate. They’d shrunk and sat down by my feet, looking up at me with big sad e
The next couple of days we spent preparing for Larkin and his men’s arrival. When I say we, I don’t mean Erik and I. It started when we’d addressed the servants together and he’d told them rather flippantly to prepare five rooms for the incoming guests. I remember the moment I realized Erik was not in fact going to be a grown up about this whole thing, and it would in fact be nothing but one giant headache for me.“He told you ten, plus him.” I had said to Erik. I hadn’t thought for a second he had forgotten; I knew he was being snotty about this whole thing still. Which was fine. I get it. But still. I had taken charge, told them no, we weren’t doing that, but to prepare eleven rooms for them. I had told them if we didn’t have enough room, our people could bunk together for a few nights. These people were guests, and coming of their own accord to help protect me. Erik at least had the decency to look bashful when I’d reminded him and the group of that fact. I’d told Erik to run al
Erik and Larkin talked for another hour. I got bored halfway through and started organizing Erik’s desk. He had glanced at me curiously when I’d begun, but now I think I had mostly faded into the background of this conversation. Erik’s idea was we should go to where the remaining Gud species reside, confront them head on and get this over with. He said he didn’t want to wait around for him to attack, always looking over his shoulder. Maybe I was stereotyping here, but I found it interesting how Larkin argued against doing that. I guess from looking at them, you’d assume Larkin was the brute, the one who wanted to charge in head first, swords drawn, ready to die. Unfortunately for me, it seemed my new husband fit that role more accurately. Erik’s eyes were alight with passion and anger as he spoke of his plan to sneak onto their land. Then Larkin would point out the only idea Erik even has on what their territory looks like is based on a fifteen year old sketch of a map his father h