Shielded - The Marilla Chronicles

Chapter 14

I spun around to face him feeling the magic for the favor take hold. His face was stone and I could feel my own blood boil from his request.

My jaw tightened as I stared up at his placid facial expression.

"Out of all the things to ask for?" I spat in complete annoyance "You want a dinner date?" My lips curled up as I felt wave after wave of anger grip at me. I could feel the magic ensuring I did not run.

He arched his eyebrow at me, "I didn't say date." His lips curved up. My eyes widened as I held back the flush of red that wanted to press against my cheeks.

I knew there was no point arguing, the favor was set in stone. I decided to look on the bright side, it could be a lot worse.

"Can I at least shower?" I asked. I felt filthy from the slight over, panicking had brought up a lot of sweat.

"Yeah, but remember no powers." He said as he walked towards his cupboard and then threw me with a white towel.

He gestured to the open plan shower in the bedroom. There were no walls or doors to hide me from any curious eyes. I met his eyes and folded my arms over my chest. I let my distrust for the situation fully show on my face.

"I'll be in the kitchen." He said with a smirk, "I won't watch you shower." He walked towards the exit.

He stopped at the door and met me eyes, "Unless you want me to Princess." He purred out.

I threw the towel back at him, but before it hit him, he was out the door. He closed it shut, but I could hear his chuckle echo down the passageway.

I waited a few seconds as that laugh disappeared. I waited a few more moments to make sure he would not pop his head back in. Once comfortable, I began peeling my swim clothes off my body. I strode across his room and opened up the shower, letting it get hot before I climbed into it.

I let out a sigh of pure satisfaction as I felt the water against my skin. Mermaids did not die out of water, but we did dehydrate faster than Humans and Fae did. We needed drink water regularly, and needed to moisturize our skin. I had never gone longer than a day out of the ocean since I was sixteen.

And that day had been torture, my skin had felt so tight and dry around my body, that I thought I was going to crack.

I got out of the shower and wrapped the soft towel around my body. I walked to the sink where a simple rectangular mirror stood. My blue eyes greeted me. I had been so young when I went to that beach, when I had activated my powers. I had short hair, barely a figure, and had been addicted to movies.

Now I looked at a much older version of that girl. I let out a huff when I wondered how young I must look to Isaac, or Malaki.

A slight smile spread across my lips as I wondered how old the Dark Prince actually was.

I stepped back into the bedroom part of his room, to where I had dropped my swim suit. I clenched my jaw when I saw it was not in the room. I leaned my head back and controlled the irritation that rippled over my skin.

Games, the Dark Prince liked to play games. Fine. Let him have his games.

I made my way to the kitchen in just the towel. It stopped midway at my thighs. I suppose the swim suit showed a lot more skin that just wearing a towel.

I found Malaki in the kitchen over the stove, stirring a pot casually. The room was filled with a delicious aroma of spices. I stepped into the kitchen and slid myself to sit at the island counter. I crossed my arms over the smooth counter top and stared at Malaki's back.