" Be safe." Xaden pulls one of his flight jackets on me zipping me up. " Kill the prick if you need to, hell send Rhys on his dragon's ass again."
" I'll be ok."
" Yea... You say that then I find out your almost burnt out, Aetos tried reading your head again or Barlowe comes back. Each time I swear it gets worse Fury."
I roll my eyes offering a small grin. " Ok, I really need to go."
" Yea, yea..." He leans in giving me almost a tender kiss before he pulls away again.
" See you soon."
" See you soon Fury."
I give one more smile before I carefully walk out his door shutting it, careful not to wake anyone else up since it's the damn crack of dawn. I feel bad not saying goodbye to Mira, or even talking to her at all. Though I think she was giving me space as well..just to be with Xaden.
It's been nice these last 2 ish days, having him just for myself, felt normal..semi normal. Felt like last year. I walk into the blistering cold where Rhys was waiting his steam floating around. " I feel like this is what you human's call the walk of shame. We're not allowed to be gone anyways. What's an extra hour of sleep?"
" I call this.. The walk of satisfaction." I answer back crawling unto his back.
He merely chuffs, " You two kept us up all night."
" Pay back for all the times we needed to ride you and Segyl out."
" Not my fault you were riding us out when you could've been riding-"
I slap his back hard, " Shut up! I'm not talking about my sex life with my dragon!"
" You brought it up..."
The ride was.. cold. By the time we got back it was later afternoon, I wonder how far I'll get before Varrish hears of my return deciding to kill me. As I walk I feel something heavy in a deep pocket of Xaden's flight jacket. I palm it trying to figure out what pocket it exactly was coming from.
It was a hidden pocket, deep inside his jacket, seeming as if he tore the jacket apart making like a small pouch then sewing it back together. Once I open it I nearly yell when the blade burns my hand hand almost dropping one of the venin knives.
" Freya?" Hetta asks eyeing the knife her face paling.
" Freya Sorrengail!" Varrish calls out.
I quickly stuff the knife back in the jacket hiding my hands in the front pockets. " Varrish... Malek have I missed you.."
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WhiteBlood- Book 2 ( HalfBlood Series- FW FF)
Fanfiction' You have Chaos in your soul, and lightning in your veins... Freya.. You were born for miraculous things.' She's alive. Her soul is dead but she's alive. After seeing death something changed, she no longer wanted the better, she wanted war. She got...
