The Protectors Trial

15. Out in the Open

Chelsea POV

The next week went by and I continued avoiding Marcel.

I couldn't escape him at training, and there were many times that I had caught him watching me from afar. I started to make a game of it, like how many times I could catch him looking while I was training? Teasing him by stretching in inappropriate positions.

Jake who felt uneasiness around Marcel and the Protectorate eased a little, when he started getting compliments on his defensive skills, one of which he was receiving now, I rolled my eyes as the class came to an end and I skipped over to Jake ignoring the lingering Marcel.

"So are we hitting up the library tomorrow?" Ren asked me pushing through the novices with Loey close in toe.

Friday's were self training sessions so we could focus on the areas we needed, I would be spending mine reading up on witches weaknesses and Ren was joining me. I wasn't going to let that little snot nosed witch get the best of me.

"Of course," I smiled widely.

"Seralina didn't mention wanting seeing you today either," Loey whispered as she linked arms with Jake and myself. I cast a brief glance in Marcels direction he knew we were actually talking about him.

I looked back to my friend and her colourful smiling face. Loey seemed to be feeling a little better, as there were no more night terrors flooding her dreams. Every morning she was doing therapy sessions and she had started to work closely with Seralina pinpointing the location of the Breeding camp and the creatures involved.

Seralina had stopped taking me to see Marcel after I rejected it, three times and I wasn't going to give in anytime soon. He kept challenging me in front of all of the other novices, it was really frustrating and I could feel Aria getting upset.

The training sessions started later in the day and my muscles were so tight I had to rub them out every morning and night to try and relieve the tension. The bruises forming on my body from todays session were painful, today I had been defending, again. As I had most of the week.

After dinner I made my way back to our dormitory with the team.

"Dibs on the shower," I said running to grab my toiletries and a towel.

I was so excited to finally have a shower, making my way into the bathroom undressing my body looking in the mirror at the bruises, I winced my healing was taking a little longer these days.

I also noticed my mark on my hip softly sliding my hand over it smiling, even though I was avoiding him I was still very proud to be his. Not that I would give him the benefit of the thought.

Stepping into the shower a moan left my lips, it was ecstasy, the water soothed all of the soreness in my muscles. I hummed happily enjoying the water, running my fingers through my hair against my scalp.

I thought of Marcel's shower and how nice it was to have him hold me beneath it.

My mind wandered under the water as I thought of Marcel in all of his naked glory, he was stunningly handsome, his tousled hair, ocean turquoise eyes and his abs. I wondered what it would be like to lick whipped cream off them.

I sighed he didn't need to keep challenging me in public and making me seem stupid. Behind closed doors I was fine with submitting to him. The thought as I slid my hands over my body, a moan slipped between my lips.

What are you doing? Marcel's aggressively yelled in my mind. I had been avoiding him, and this is how he wants to make contact?

I held my bracelet, having a shower? Which you just ruined! I snapped.