Cold Fire 2 {sequel}

Chapter 15

[ Zania's POV ]

I sat on the floor in my room, staring at the picture of my father, mother, and I. A light tear fell down my face. I hear the door squeak open, and I quickly wipe my tear away.

Loki bent down beside me.

"Zania," he whispered.

"What?" I snapped. He turn my chin to make me face him.

He looked at me.

"I love you. And I want you to stay here," he says.

"Leave my father alone," I say.

"Don't you want to see him? You can help him," he spoke.

I roll my eyes and look away from him.

"I want to see him. But it seems he doesn't want to see me," I mumble.

"He DOES want to see you. Whatever that is controlling him is trying to forsake you."

"You would know that."

He turned my chin back again.

"Stop it with that attitude. I don't like it," he told.

I sighed.

"I just....want him back, Loki. But I am afraid he will hurt me. Or any of you," I said.

He takes a breath.

"I will go to Faytum," he said.

I shook my head. "No. I will not let you," I told.

"I didn't ask for your permission, Zania."

"I don't want you to go! I'll go. I'd rather."

"Not safe. You couldn't face him then. You wouldn't be able to face him now. But for I, I am able to handle him," he explained.

"I said NO," I demanded.

He stared at me before sighing.

"Alright. I won't," he answered.

I kissed him softly. "Thank you for caring, Loki," I say. He smirked.

"I try," he said.

We kissed again, and he mumbled, "Bathe with me."

I pulled back to look at him. "Bathe?"

He nodded. I smiled softly. "Okay."

He took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

We didn't EXACTLY end up bathing. We ended up...well, you know. It was quite lovely. The water around us swayed.

After we made love, he exhaled deeply. His hair messy wet, his body covered with water. I sat on top of him, kissing his jaw softly.

"I like bathing with you," I whisper. He chuckled.

"As do I," he spoke. He stroked my thighs as I stroke his cheek.

I pressed my chest against his, putting my face close to his.

"Tell me something..." I trailed.

"Alright."

"You have alot of envy in Uller?"

He narrowed his brow. "Why do you ask?"

"When Uller speaks to me, you always give him such a hard time," I say, chuckling, tracing his lips with a finger.

"It's alright, Loki. I find your jealously quite adorable when men talk to me."

He grinned. "Adorable? I despise that word," he said.

I sang in a soft tune, "Adooraablle."

He made a face. "Stop that."

"Adorrablle-"

He flipped us over so he leaned over me. I giggled as he nuzzled into my neck.

He pulled back to look at me.

I smirked as I bit my bottom lip. He sighed.

"I swear to the Gods that you will be the death of me," he spoke.

"I am honored," I teased.

"You better damn be," he said before kissing me.