𝐒𝐲𝐧 ┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

145. 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔

Queen

I stared out at the road, the raindrops pattering down the window. I wasn't the biggest fan of rain, but I had missed the gloom of the Underworld. The days didn't shine so bright, but the nights...they were magical. Fairies lit up the skies and all the light from the buildings cast a golden hue against the dark sky.

I hadn't considered many places home, but this was one of them.

I loved it here.

I crossed my legs toward the window and crossed my arms as I leaned my head against the door. Light music floated throughout the speakers of the car as Syn maneuvered through traffic and I let out a breath.

This felt nice.

Syn pushed a button and reached across me to push open the vents on my side. When I felt the heat float across my skin, I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Are you cold?" He asked me, glancing at me before looking back at the road.

"A little bit," I admitted. Although I wasn't exactly sure the heater was going to fix it. It was that innate coldness that could only be satiated by a certain someone's touch, but I didn't want to push. We had a rough day today and although he had accepted my apology, I felt horrible.

"Do you want my jacket?" He asked.

"No." I shook my head. "It's okay."

"Queen," he said slowly, an edge in his tone and I swung my head back in his direction.

"Hm?"

"Tell me what you need," he said, tapping the steering wheel.

I sighed and uncrossed my legs to face him. "I need you to touch me."

The moonlight hit his face and I saw a smile spread across his face, exposing the dimple on his cheek. He moved his hand to my thigh and I immediately relaxed into the seat as warmth spread throughout my body at his touch. "Better?"

"Much." His thumb caressed my thigh, tracing one of the scars and I bit the inside of my cheek. "Do they bother you?" I asked him. "I can make them go away..."

I waved my hand over the scars on my wrist, a cloud of black smoke seeping into my skin and just like that, they weren't visible. There was a painful ache where I could feel the magic hiding them, but it was bearable. If it truly bothered him, I could hide them.

He didn't exactly sign up for this.

I held up my wrist and his eye caught onto it. He only looked for half a second before looking back at the road. "No," he said simply. "I don't want you to conceal anything from me."

I nodded and sat back. "Okay."

"Does me touching them bother you?" He asked, his fingers coming to a still on my thigh. "I forgot to ask. Sorry."

"No." I shook my head. "It's completely fine."

"Then why do you look at me like that every time I do..." He asked, taking a glance at me and I thought.

"I just wonder what you're thinking."

He let out a small laugh. "Stop wondering and just ask. Just as I always ask you what you're thinking, you're free to ask me. I'm not a machine. I do have unique thoughts sometimes. Don't waste your time trying to read my mind, ask me."

"What are you thinking?"I asked. I could feel his fingers hovering over the marks.

"That we should have taken a portal," he grumbled as he looked around at the traffic. Then he looked at me. "And I'm thinking about how I wish I could've been there for you...when all this happened."