Hold On

Chapter 5

A/N: Okay, this is a short chapter, but a personal favorite. Anyway, Comment, fan, vote, all that jazz. I will start working on chapter 6 tomorrow.

Chapter 5

I stared at it, wondering why I didn't hear it when he called. Shrugging, I smiled as I hit the call back button. I barely heard a ring before he picked up. “Who was it?” He growled.

Surprised, I froze mid-step. He sounded pissed. “H-Who, who what?” I stammered.

“Don't lie to me.” His voice sounded dangerous.

I had to calm him down, but I didn't know what he was talking about. “Mika, calm down baby. What happened?” Ideas were flying through my brain. Did someone send another message?

“I could feel you,” He said his voice dangerously smooth. Like a teddy bear concealing a gun with a silencer in it. I knew that tone. That was the tone for murder, and it was directed me. “I felt your arousal, then your panic.” He growled so softly I almost didn't hear it. “Who touched you?”

My mouth went dry. I had to think fast. I tried to calm down, knowing he could feel it and I didn't want him to think I was lying. I had always been painfully honest with him and I wasn't going to start now. I was just going to leave a few minor details out. I took a deep breath and edited my story. “At dinner, there wa-”

“Dinner with who?!” He roared.

I felt a quiver in my stomach. This wasn't good. “I'm at the estate, and they do serve dinner...” I hedged. “Two of the Princes were there, and the staff,” although technically the staff wasn't eating with us, but minor detail.

“Go on,” he said, back to the lethal teddy bear voice.

“There was a misunderstanding and I left.” That was diplomatic. I hope.

“What kind of misunderstanding?”

“A hand landed on my leg, so I got up, excused myself and left,” I said quickly, hoping he would leave it alone.

“What were you wearing?”

Was he insinuating I was dressing sexy? That idea made me mad. “What does that have to do with anything?” I asked, keeping it cool.

“Were your legs bare?”

“Are you asking what I think you're asking?” I wasn't hiding my temper now.

“Did he touch your bare leg?!”

“No, I was wearing pants, and don't you dare take that tone with me!” I yelled. “We may be mates, but I am not your property!”

“You are mine!”

“Mika, I love you but you are going to have to trust me,” I sighed, then I hung up on him. I ignored it when it rang again, and again, and again.

I wasn't going to talk to him tonight. The day had been stressful enough. I turned my phone off and took another soak in the bathtub. I was mad, and hurt. Something was wrong with Mike. I knew he was possessive, but this was ridiculous. I hoped it was just a side effect of that stupid spell. I soaked a while, but not as long. If I wanted to get home and fix this, I had to get my work done. I put on some fresh underwear and a pair of loose black cotton pants, and a white tube top.

Going back downstairs, I flipped on the kitchen light and pulled out my drawing book. I wanted to be ready to paint as soon as the supplies got here. I poured all of my memory into the face, and was making acceptable progress as far as I was concerned. I started playing with ideas. The most obvious being a collage of species in the backdrop for each realm they reigned over. The only problem with that one was I didn't know which had what. I could also use color influence based on realm but that posed the same problem. I was going to have to talk to Cain. I played with some more ideas, not really settling on one, when a soft knock on the back door pulled me out of my creative work.