Illusions of Trust

Chapter 21: Reed's humble abode

Chapter 21:

-Skylar's POV-

The muttering of not so soft voices perturbed my sleep. I rolled over, shoving my face under my pillow in hopes of drowning out the racket.

"When can I go see her?"  A man growled agitatedly, I heard footsteps pacing a distance away.

"When she wakes up, you half wit." Another man replied with such an uninterested tone I almost cracked a smile.

I rolled back over and cracked open my eyes, surprised to find I wasn't in my bed. In fact, I wasn't even in my own room.

I looked around.

I was in a tiny room that looked like it belonged to a 1970's wanna be princess. The walls were painted a faded purple with white beams running along the floor. The windows were open and I felt a soft wind blow into the room, fluttering the curtains in a way that seemed a bit peculiar to me. I watched amazed by the way they seemed to float through the air like they were suspended in water.

"She's been asleep long enough!" Someone roared and I heard footsteps come stomping towards me.

I would be lying if I said that when the door slammed open I didn't let out a little scream. A large man stood huffing in the door frame, his green eyes burning with foreign emotions. He was huge, at least three inches past six feet. He was tanned and toned in a way that left me a little dazed. His dark hair was tussled and looked a little windblown. I noticed that he was talking and forced myself to refocus.

"What?" I asked, wondering why he seemed so familiar to me.

"You're awake?" He asked, confusion bubbling deep within his deep baritone voice.

 I raised an eyebrow, somewhat annoyed at this man's density. "No."

He looked at me confused, obviously not catching on to my sarcastic reply.

"Good, you are awake." A strangely formal voice sighed. He pushed past the hulking mass of muscle in the door way and came to stand at the foot of the bed.

He was quiet pretty and I felt myself blush at the way he was assessing me. He had incredibly dark brown eyes and his skin was a dark olive tone. His hair was the color of a midnight sky, shimmering in the streaks of sunlight that burst into the room.

He reminded me of a prince from an era long ago. His hair was long and pulled elegantly back into a smooth ponytail. Normally I wasn't one for long hair, but on this guy it suited him. He stood tall and regal, his face calm and emotionless.

"Are you done?" He asked, his voice coming out in a smooth ripple.

I blinked, not quiet catching what he meant. "Excuse me?"

"Are you done assessing me?" He asked, his face still in its monotone set.

I blushed. "I-I'm sorry." I sputtered out feeling incredibly awkward. I couldn't believe I had just openly gawked at this guy.

"Do not feel embarrassed. I am supposed to appeal to you. How else would our kind repro-"

"You hear that, Reed?" The man in the doorframe quickly cut in, saving me from having to deal with whatever Princey boy was about to say. "It's the sound of no one caring."

I fought back a smile at the way Princey boy, err, Reed, glared at the man.

"Oh Brennin, how you do inspire my inner serial killer at times." Reed sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

I chuckled at the way Brennin gave Princey boy a quick mischievous smile before turning to me.

"How are you feeling?" Brennin asked, his green eyes flaring with emotions that left me blushing with their intensity.