It was still dark when I woke up with an ache in my stomach. The urge to vomit hit me before I could even fanthom what was happening.
I thought this was supposed to stop when David marked me?
"Anna!" I called out panicked.
Not a second later Anna appeared in the doorway, looking exactly as she had yesterday. Her cloak flairing about and her grey hair a mess.
"Yes?" She asked, seemingly a little frightened.
"I think I am gonna be sick." I said with a strained voice.
Here eyes opened wide before she rushed out of the room again. I heard pots and pans clattering in the background and the shrill shriek of a frightened cat sounded.
A few moments later she was rushing to my side with a bit pot. She leaned me over the armrest and had my chest supporting my weight, before she pulled my hair back.
Elinor!
I heard David in my mind just as the soup from yesterday flew out of me.
What is going on!?
He sounded panicked. I tried my best to form a scentence and answer him but my stomach convulsed to quickly again that I couldn't manage it.
Darling please answer me.
His voice was lower now and I desperately pushed down the urge to vomit again as I tried to form an answer.
Sorry David. I am just sick.
I had just managed to answer him when my stomach pushed up a round of bile. Anna was rubbing my back as she held my hair.
"Shh, honey. Are you done?" She asked when my head fell limp against the chair.
"I think so." I mumbled.
"I'll be right back." She said sweetly to me.
A few moments later she was back and pushed me back to an upright position, before putting a cold cloth on my forehead.
She held a cup to my lips and a small bowl in the other hand.
"So you can flush your mouth sweetie." She whispered.
After I had flushed she left the room with the big pot of throw-up.
Darling are you alright again?
Davids voice echoed in my mind and spread a calm sensation throughout me.
Yeah I am better bow. I thought this would stop when you marked me?
As I had pushed the thought to him I glansed back at the small embers in the bottom of the fireplace.
It should have baby. But I think it might be because of the curse. It might be stopping you from eating.
How did he know that?
How could you know that?
I had almost forgotten about the urge to ask him my questions.
Stefans father met up with us here. He is a sorcerer. David answered me.
And sorcerers are like witches or...? I was starting to be confused by the genres of the supernatural world.
Not quite. Witches perform spells, make potions and those kinds of things. Sorcerers can read minds and predict the future - they can't manipulate anything.
He was patiently trying to make me understand.
Oh. I felt a yawn creep up on me as I turned my head to get comfortable.
I know you're tired baby. Let me help. He said in a deep voice. A shudder ran through me as I enjoyed the sound of him.
Do you mean the "sleep" thing you do? I asked as I yawned again.
Sleep baby. His raspy voice sounded. And then darkness overtook me.
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AT YOUR MERCY
Werewolf"This feeling, darling, your intoxication, infatuation with me. It wont go away." He grapped my hips and pulled me towards him while burrying his face in my neck. "Until you give in to me." 1st book in the Nordic Saga.
