Secrets Overshadowed

Chapter Seven

Fleur

I ripped my hand from his, feeling the absence of sparks immediately. I hated them, loathed them with a passion. They messed with my mind, turned it into mush. The damn sparks always made me lose focus, and I couldn't have that right now. Not to mention the fact that my heart was beating at record rates because of his soft lips on my skin.

Remember Fleur, he only thinks of you as weak.

"Monkey, why don't you go play in your room for a little bit while I talk to daddy's friend?" I ask, desperately hoping the toddler would go up to his room quietly.

Much to my luck he nodded sleepily and walked up the stairs, clutching the small blue blanket to his chest.

On one hand I was relieved he was out of the room, because I have a feeling this "talk" between Killian and I will get ugly. But on the other hand it makes me even more nervous to be alone with him. The whole kitchen fiasco had definitely pulled my thoughts of him towards the negative side, I couldn't help but be frightened of him now.

"You might want to sit." Killian said, gesturing to the couch. I nodded, but waited until he sat down first. As he sat down on the wooden coffee table, I chose the seat on the couch that was farthest from him. He sighed as I sat down, but said nothing of it.

"I know that you're desperate to know what's going on, and I haven't been the best at explaining or even reassuring you." He started.

You got that right

"But I'm going to try to give you the best explanation I can, and I'll answer all of your questions. Okay?" He said, staring straight at me. Feeling slightly intimidated by his hazel gaze, I nodded. He nodded back and took a deep breath.

"First things first, I'm a werewolf." He said.

Did he just say what I thought he said?

So the reason Killian is crazy is because he thinks he's a werewolf? Wow, I really didn't see that coming. My lips twitch into a slight smile, but I keep it suppressed as he keeps staring at me.

It was actually kind of sad that he thought he was a werewolf, but also extremely ridiculous.

"Do you seriously think you're a werewolf Killian?" I ask, unsure of how to respond to his statement. He shook his head.

"I don't think I'm a werewolf, I know I am." He said, seriously.

I couldn't help it, I let out a quiet giggle. It was just amusing to see a grown man try to convince me that he was a fictional creature. Did that make me red riding hood in his eyes?

"Are you joking around?" I ask, holding my hand over my mouth to conceal my smile.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, but stood up in front of the coffee table. I raised my eyebrow at his movement but didn't say anything, curious as to what he was doing. He quickly took off his shirt, revealing smooth and tan skin. His shoulders were broad and splattered with freckles, and his stomach was an expanse of muscled skin. My lips parted in surprise, but as he reached for the button on his pants I stopped him.

"What in the hell are you doing?" I shouted, pressing myself closer to the edge of the couch.

"Well you obviously don't believe me, so I have to show you. I don't want my clothes to be ripped so I'm taking them off." He said calmly, like he wasn't stripping in front of a terrified stranger.

"Stop taking your damn clothes off! Just show me in a different way!" I shrieked, covering my eyes with my hand.

"Why? Don't you like what you see?" He asked, chuckling.