The Atham Manor (Slow Updates)

Making Moves

After giving strict instructions for Alex to burn my clothes, I took Warren's hand, and we warped back to the manor. My body relaxed as soon as we did, but the lack of blood and fatigue from the  long day finally caught up with me.

"Bath time," Warren wrapped a shoulder around me and started walking me towards the stairs. I let out a groan and leaned onto him, my head suddenly too tired to hold itself up.

"But I'm tired."

Warren raised an unimpressed eyebrow before sweeping me off my feet and warping us to my bathroom.

I was too tired to protest as he started stripping me and turned on the bath water. I started shivering from the cold and he got too impatient to wait for the water to heat up, so he covered his hand in fire and dropped it into the water.

Once they sputtered out, which took longer than it should've, he gave me a grin, "Should be hot enough now."

I would've wondered just how hot those flames were, but I was too drowsy to formulate a thought past my bed. "Can I just take a shower tomorrow? I'm really tired."

"I'll take care of it, just relax," he scooped me into his arms and carefully deposited me into the water. It wasn't too hot or too cold, which I suppose wasn't that strange all things considered. But the fact that he only dropped his hand in the water once and now the temperature was hot enough to melt all my muscle fatigue away felt noteworthy.

Warren took my washing net and lathered in my soap, taking his time cleaning my entire body. I half expected him to try and finger me as a relaxation tactic once he got to the inside of my thighs, but I was pleasantly surprised he didn't even try.

His sudsy fingers brushed just under his mark and he snorted, "That bastard bit you right here didn't he?"

I panicked, but he just continued scrubbing over my other thigh and down my legs. He scrubbed my feet extra just because I started laughing uncontrollably and then helped me stand so I could rinse off.

After he wrapped me in a towel, plopped me on my bed, and covered me in lotion, I realized he never once stopped to comment on anything else that happened today. He was just taking care of me. And I don't think I've ever felt more loved than right now.

"Are you about to cry?" he asked once he'd wrangled a shirt over my head.

"No," I sniffed. "It's just that my heart is telling me to suck your dick."

He paused, his tone playful, "And that made you cry?"

"Yes, because who thinks like that?"

"You, princess," Warren said gently, amusement sparkling in his dark eyes.

I curled up on my bed, feeling my eyelids getting heavy. "I'm so tired."

"And delirious." Warren agreed before covering me up with my comforter. I grabbed his arm as he started to back up, a silent invitation for him to stay. Without another word, he did, and I fell asleep curled into his arms.

The next morning was when I found out the school had been closed indefinitely. It was welcomed news. I didn't think I could look at the halls again without seeing all the blood splatter.

Warren, Calvin, and Henry were supposed to be setting up a short meeting with the Council, and when I asked to go, I was told it wasn't the best idea. When I argued with them, Warren consented to let me go and Calvin remained on the fence, but Henry didn't budge on the issue. It was irritating because it was exactly what we'd been talking about. I was still being left out of the loop.

In the end, they went without me.

So I was back to being upset. Eventually, long after I'd stomped off to  , they came home, but only Warren came to sleep with me.