VEILED- Book one of the Bloody crown trilogy

Chapter 7; The In-between

Once Jesse was up in the room, very confused, March coaxed him into the bed, and she wiggled into his arms. He wasn't sure exactly what to do, but settled into a good position with her securely there with him. The room felt a bit smaller now that Jess was there, but that was most likely due to Jess being a very hulky guy.

She buried her face slightly into a pillow, arms hardly able to wrap around Jess. She wanted to tell him about the conversation she had with thurvin, but it didn't feel right at the moment. March was genuinely worried that he would see her different, and possibly refuse to stay with her like this. It was a selfish thought, in a way. She was just thinking about how it affected her, not the others. What would Crowe do? He wouldn't see her the same. And Jaspar definitely wouldn't, but his attitude was genuinely very different anyways.

Jess sighed a bit, and put his hand on her lower back. March felt a small shockwave of a tingly sensation, and quietly gasped, ears perking up slightly. She looked at Jess, but he said nothing as per usual.

"Are you comfortable?" She asked, and he nodded. March was content laying there, and not really sleeping. Besides- it made the bed feel less empty, "Me, too."

Jess hummed happily, and fiddled her hair silently. March nervously thought to herself as they lay together.

"I need to share something with you and the others, Jess. I'm scared it will change how you feel about me, or treat me."

"You'll always be treated how you are now by me." He seemed to be chattier in private rather than in public, where he said nothing throughout the whole situation with Thuvin essentially kidnapping them. The only bad thing is if someone did kidnap them, nobody would come looking for Crowe, Jess and Jaspar. It was saddening, in a way.

"I, uh... I'm not actually really a normal person."

"Obviously."

She felt her face flush red, and she got a bit frustrated, until she saw the amused expression across his face. He was joking around! That calmed her, so March just chuckled.

"I guess the eyes are really not common. Or the ears."

He shook his head, and just laughed a bit more. March wiggled a bit out of his arms and reached up to poke at his horns, which he held still for. She looked at the curves and points.

"Is it frustrating to have horns? Like, do you ever think of taking them off because of the deaths of millions of pillows?"

The gentle giant paused for a long while, then closed his eyes. He nodded gently.

"Indeed. I want to turn them into jewellery for the person I marry," He said, and took one of her hands, fiddling with the fingers. She just let him, as it seemed like he was trying to figure out something to say. He just sighed after a few minutes, and let go of her hand.

"Were you wanting to say something?"

"Yes, but I feel it isn't a good time for it."

"That's how I feel with what I need to say," March nervously mumbled, and pulled her hands away, moving to sit on the side of the bed.

Jess was instantly concerned and rushed to her side, looking at her as she struggled to word things. She had spent years trying to do her best for who she thought was her father, and who she thought had cared and loved her. A lot of the things she was told finally started to hit, and she felt tears start to trail down her face. Not even small tears- but large ones that drenched her cheeks in seconds. She started to slightly shake, and her breath quickened. It was getting hard to breathe, and noises were getting a bit too loud. Jess was openly scared, and grabbed her, pulling her close and trying to calm her down.