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Chapter 32 : Teary Trial

Dekka

The open windows let in a filtered version of the chilly air I've been desperately trying to overlook. Despite the major set back of being dreadfully brisk, the weather through the window appears to be lovely.

Rays of sun shine flit through the window in thinly carved sections. Each section of light graces the floor with its presence as it bobbles up and down, up and down. The perception of lovely weather is virtually seamless up until that moment when you go to stand on the sun lit floor and your feet connect with the cooled tile. It's by far the biggest let down ever.

It's there, sitting on the floor of the sitting room scowling at the open window where Ace finally finds me.

"We could start by closing the window, if it's a problem." He states.

This doesn't just snap me from my trance, it's a glass of chilly water being slowly poured over my already chilly head. That's the word of the day, chilly. In some part of the world
its probably fitting.

My eyes flit dutifully to Aces green eyed head and static puff of hair, they rest there for only a few seconds before involuntarily going back to the window.

Neither stopping nor waiting for me to heave my lazy body from the ground, his long legs stride over to the window. On his way over, he continues to talk.

"After the windows are closed, I was thinking, super scary concept, I know, but we could turn on the heat." His voice leaks how thoroughly pleased he is by this idea.

"Ace, your idea gives me chills."

Hearing the audible clink of the window locking, he appears by my side. Vampire speed. Fates, they're all just as fast as me, if not faster. Show offs.

His fingers reach the side of my face, moving to brush the stray curls away there. When his skin makes contact with mine he flinches away from me with a sour look on his face.

I'm blaming my mood on the weather, but it's not the weather. I don't want to question Bo, mainly because I don't want to run after another set of problems waiting for me to fix them. Up until this moment, I'd rather be goofing around with Ace, maybe expanding his vocabulary if I feel like taking a risk. I just have to remind myself that I'm not the girl who runs away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, I didn't mean it like that. Dekka, its just that you're really cold. Your temperature is competing with mine and that makes me nervous. I don't know the health norms for keepers, but this doesn't seem normal."

That's the thing Ace, it isn't. I don't understand what normal is or feels like anymore. I don't even know the baseline average for most things, that's how far removed I am from the "human" lifestyle.

When I don't say anything, he peels himself off of the floor and jumps into as sprint that sends his colors flying up the stairs. The same thing happens on the way down as he appears in front of me all limbs, fabric, and disheveled hair.

I look down, trying to see what he sees. I fell asleep in Des's hideous velvet coat again, along with a borrowed shirt from Ace and yesterdays pleated school girl skirt.

I'm definitely at one of my lowest points.

Ace