Mated to a Drak

Chapter 6

         The pain in her head was the next thing she was aware of, followed by the smell of a tangy lemons with hints of something else that she couldn’t place. Shifting to get a better smell, she moved her head slightly; when the arms around her tightened, she realised she was being carried. Her brain told her she should probably panic, but when she tried to open her eyes to see who was carrying her they refused to obey and remain fused together. Then she gave up trying and decided to enjoy it instead, because even if she knew she should be panicking, her body was quite comfortable (other than the throbbing headache) and she felt oddly safe and comforted being carried.  

Whomever it was carrying her was very strong, she could feel the corded steel muscles in his arms banded around her. She turned her head even closer to the smell of the aftershave again, and could feel the rough stubble on a strong chin. She became aware of a strange noise then, and after a few seconds was surprised to realise that the noise that sounded like a cat purring was coming from her.            

  

              She must have passed out again as when she next became aware, she was laying in a bed rather than arms. Oddly sad at this fact, she tried to look around but still her eyes refused to open. Taking a deep breath she was surprised to smell the country. She could feel a frown forming on her brow. Why could she smell the country from the middle of a city? How long had she been out? 

She could feel a breeze brushing against her from a nearby open window, it felt lovely but a little cold, and she shifted slightly turning towards the window but paused when she heard something. ‘Was someone was in the room with her?’ she thought. 

She heard whomever it was stand up and walk towards her. She tensed not knowing what to expect and hated the feeling of helplessness and total vulnerability. But whoever it was did not act threatening, in fact they lifted the blankets and covered her and even went as far as tucking her in. After a pause she sensed whoever it was bending towards her, placing their faces so close she could feel his breaths brush against her lips. That is when the familiar scent of faint lemons tickled her nostrils. She held her breath. ‘Was he going to kiss her?’ But instead he whispered incredibly quietly, “Keep your eyes closed, I will explain everything soon.” Then with a touch so light she could have imagined it, he brushed his lips against hers. “I’m sorry.” He whispered just as quietly as he straightened up.  

Struggling even more to open her eyes to finally see what Ledare looked like. Also having always been on the contrary side, she wanted to, because he had told her not to. When the door opened somewhere to their left, she could hear the click clack of heels, getting louder as they got closer to her.  

“Ma’m” came a deep voice with an unusual accent she couldn’t place. Lily jumped slightly in surprise at the rich baritone. She felt him subtly rub the back of her hand closest to him in a calming matter.  

“Ledare. Welcome back. I see you acquired the...package.” acknowledged a lady a similar accent. 

“Yes Ma’m.”  

There was a pause and hairs stood on the back of Lilys neck as she felt eyes scanning her. 

“Is she ill?” the lady asked eventually. 

“No. She just needs to rest, there was an ... incident, but it has been taken care of.” 

“When will she be ready to present?” the lady asked in a cold tone, either not caring in the least about the incident or because she had faith in the man to ‘take care’ of the incident, Lily couldn’t tell. 

“I haven’t had the opportunity to talk to her yet. I was planning on briefing her and coming to see you at 0900 tomorrow.” 

“Very well. I will expect you tomorrow at 9am.”