Bound

Chapter 20 - Proof

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Dmitri

I allow my hand to transform. It becomes bigger than it is now, hair shooting out of the pores on the top of my hand and fingers, nails transforming into long sharp claws. She never asked for proof when she could have, so I want to give her this validation. I want her to trust what I say completely, without a sliver of doubt.

Instead of fear, she reaches out and strokes the fur on my hand. Once again, Sky's reaction is unusual and unpredictable. Most people are scared, their fear pouring out of them. She isn't afraid.

As she strokes my hand, I watch her intently. As fascinated as she seems to be with my hand, I am with her.

"Can you feel the tingles between us, or is it just me?" She asks, dragging her eyes from my hand to look directly at me. Her cheeks tint a shade of pink. She is embarrassed to ask, but determination is overriding that embarrassment. I like this brave side of her.

"I can feel them too, Skylar." My eyes bore into hers, the intensity causing her to break our gaze.

I change my hand back after she finishes stroking the fur, grabbing my nearly cold coffee.

"Is that normal between humans and werewolves? I mean, does every person who touches a werewolf feel tingles?"

"It's not normal. I have no explanation for why it happens when we touch. I have been alive for centuries and never felt something like this." I nearly said, 'I have never felt something like how I feel with you,' but I thought that would definitely be too creepy.

"How old are you?" She is frowning slightly as she asks.

"Very old," I answer, not really wanting to disclose that information.

She doesn't push me for an exact age. Something I appreciate. She can sense I don't want to elaborate. I ponder my unwillingness to disclose this information to her, realizing I don't want her to feel disgusted by my age. Like I'm sort of a perverted vile old man. It shouldn't matter, I tell myself. You are not getting involved anyway, right?

Her frown disappears, replaced with a smile before she says, "Should I call you Grandpa?"

I nearly choke on the coffee I have just sipped on. 

"Definitely not," I say sternly, which just makes her chuckle.

"I prefer older men," she says offhandedly. At the realization of what she has just said, her cheeks turn a bright red.

"More coffee?" She asks quickly, trying to distract from the awkwardness she has just created with her comment.

"I'm fine, thank you, Skylar."

She clears our mugs, placing them in the dishwasher before returning to sit at the table, her pink cheeks back to their normal shade.

"I should get dressed and ready for work." She doesn't seem enthused saying this, which clearly indicates her tiredness. If I know anything about her, she loves what she does, so for her to not feel keen must mean something.

"Relax. I spoke to Ivan last night when you were sleeping. Rene will look after the shop in your absence today. You need to rest properly, and we have more to discuss."