Soul Master

30. Amèlie

I watched him leave the house, I couldn't hide my shock and frustration, but I did hide that my arm had almost felt like it was on fire in them few moments Asha had held me so close. I shook my arm as though I could shake off the pain, and carefully rolled up my sleeve, revealing the mark, it had blistered and burned. The skin that had burned around the mark had blackened.

'So when are you going to tell him?' Penteluck appeared with a cup of tea in hand.

I jumped and rolled down my sleeve. 'Jesus! You scared the crap out of me.' I said.

'Is it sore?' he gestured to the mark, and I nodded. 'Heal it.'

I shook my head. 'I tried that when I was upstairs earlier. I think healing won't work on the bond.'

Penteluck stepped towards me, lifted my sleeve and peeked at the mark with a look of revulsion. 'So when are you going to tell him?' He asked again, lowering my sleeve gently.

'Tell who, what?' I asked.

'Asha, that this happened, that you quite clearly have something there.'

I rolled my eyes. 'I don't think the bond works on feelings, more like it works off moments like what you probably just witnessed like some perv.' I teased.

Penteluck shook his head, his hair flopping about all over the place. 'That's not it.' He sounded sure in his conclusion.

'How do you know?' I asked.

In one quick movement Penteluck had me against a wall and my leg up at his hip, his eyes piercing mine with a look that made me feel like he was peering into my soul. He held me like this for a few minutes before speaking, if Zayne were to walk in now, this would be really awkward. 'Because if this was Asha and not me, you would be feeling a burning in more than one place.' He said, looking at me, his eyes now sure and full of clarity.

I didn't know what to do, Penteluck was like a father figure in a way, and this was all wrong.

'Is your mark burning?' He asked, holding me way to intimately.

'No.' I cringed at the position I was in.

Immediately he let me go, and gave me space. 'Sorry about that, had to test your theory.' He went to the sink and washed his hands.

'What are you doing?' I asked relaxing my nerves. Feeling awkward as hell.

'I feel like I just did something very wrong, and very unforgivable.' His voice was full of discomfort, 'the best I can do is try wash away that feeling.'

I smiled, he really was a goof ball. 'Does it work?'

He grunted in response.

I walked over and nudged him aside and tried it. 'Not going to lie, that felt wrong for me too.' I admitted as I washed my hands, 'but at least now we know it's not a moment based trigger.'

He pushed me aside. 'Get your own sink to wash your dirt away.' He bullied jokingly.

And moments later we were splashing each other at the sink until we were both laughing at each other.

'Isn't this nice.' Blitzen drawled from across the room.

We both stopped playing, soaked and a little dishevelled and turned in surprise to face him. He was stood in his black coat and dark jeans watching us, mostly me as we stopped playing.