First Aid II

Storm pressed her thumb and index finger to the middle of her forehead, stepping back one bit, feeling a headache coming already. She wished she could unsee what she had just seen.

“Storm, are you okay?” She heard Kaden ask, and shook her head.

“What are you people?” She asked, wondering whether the likes of this people were why this part of the town was not deemed fitted for normal people. Does this mean that she should be staying here?

“We...are...” Lent was saying when Kaden cut in sharply.

“We are people with special abilities. If that pisses you off, you should leave, and of course don’t mention it to any one.” He said, meeting Storm’s stare.

Storm, seeing his accessing gaze, shrugged.

“You don’t have to send me away. Mr. Kaden. I also have some special abilities, and I think I can help Lent.” She stated, batting the surprised Kaden's hands aside and pressing her palm directly to the wound. Folding herself against Lent, she held her hand flat to his chest.

“What are you doing, Storm?” Kaden asked, visible shock in his voice. He had thought Storm a plain human, and now she was talking gibberish about some special abilities?

But Storm didn’t answer him. Her whole focus was on healing Lent. That was her special ability. Healing. She had discovered it when she was ten.

The threads of healing spiraled in her mind, diving through her fingers into Lent's skin, swirling until she closed her eyes to fight dizziness. Lent's skin knit beneath her fingers, tightening and drying, slowly becoming whole again. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes. Lent's breath came fast, but it was healthy breathing, and the blood around the wound had dried.

Storm drew her hand away. Lent probed his injury, staring at it in amazement. "What the hell did you do to me, Storm?"

"Nothing," Storm said in a light voice as she stood up. "We stopped the blood, and you heal fast, you big strong...man"

Lent looked from Kaden to Storm. Kaden shrugged and gave him a small smile, as though he knew what was going on, but Storm saw the hard flicker in Kaden's eyes. Oh, goody, she'd pissed him off. But what had she done wrong?

Lent gave up. He stretched and worked his shoulder. "Slap a bandage on me, Kaden," he said in his usual strong voice. "I need to find my clothes."

Kaden silently pressed a fresh wad of gauze to the wound, secured it with sterile tape, and let him go.

Lent kissed the top of Storm's head, clapped Kaden on the shoulders, and banged out of the office, his energy restored.

Storm busied herself putting things back into the first-aid kit. Kaden said absolutely nothing, but when she turned from tucking the kit back into the cabinet, she found him right behind her, again invading her personal space.

It was difficult to breathe while he stood over her, smelling of the night and Guinness and male musk. She had no idea what to make of him. She was sure that he had been shocked, then unhappy about her using her powers. Now, he was right behind her emitting sexual heat. She needed to leave, before she got burnt again.

Kaden was tall and blue-eyed, and he radiated warmth like a furnace. She couldn’t help but admit that she loved standing close to him-How crazy is that? I'm hot for a stranger with strange powers. She'd thought that after what Curtis, the harassing ass**le, had done to her, she'd never have interest in males again, but Kaden made her breath catch. To her surprise, he had awakened her instincts and made her come alive. She'd never thought she'd feel alive again.

"What?" she asked, when Kaden made no sign of moving.

"Don't play innocent with me, love. What did you just do to Lent? I watched with my own eyes while that wound closed." He asked gruffly, although with a blatant hint if curiosity.

Storm had learned to be evasive about her gift for her own safety, but she somehow knew Kaden wouldn't let her. If she didn't answer, he might try to pry it out of her, maybe by seizing her wrists and backing her against a wall, looking down at her with those blue, blue eyes. Well, a girl could hope.

She made herself turn her back on his intense gaze-not easy-and start straightening the shelves in the cabinet. "It's something I inherited through my mother. Don’t go on asking who she is, I don’t really know her.” She said, mumbling the last clause.

"I didn't notice you mentioning that you had healing magic when you arrived." Kaden stated flatly.

Storm snorted, before she could stop herself.

 “I didn’t know that was necessary for a passé, Mr. Kaden. You can’t blame me though, not everyone would be pleased to cohabit with a ‘special kid.” She replied, without turning around. “I already have a hard time living with family, I don’t need an extra.”

Kaden turned her to face him. His eyes had gone white blue, an Alpha not happy that his mate had refused to bare every inch of her soul to him.  Not that he blamed her though, she didn’t entirely know who or what he was. She didn’t know too that she had been in the company of the deadliest mafia in the whole state.

As much as Storm's gaze wanted to slide off to the left, she refused to look away. Kaden might be a hulk of a man, the boss perhaps, but she'd not be a pathetic submissive to his big, bad dominance.

"Why keep such a thing to yourself?" Kaden asked. "You could do a hell of a lot of good with a gift like that."

Storm slid out of Kaden's grip and walked away. First, because it proved she could; second, it got her away from his white-hot gaze.