Uncovered

Chapter Twelve - Nyrie

"We're not doing that."

Brax told Nyrie as he un-looped their arms as politely as possible inside the entrance to the kitchen while they were alone. His actions mimicking someone who was being told what to do by a mental person and you had to treat them with a calm demeanour, or they'd get upset.

Nyrie wasn't a mental person.

Although, truth was she'd had no experience with a mental person before, but she was as sane as they come. That's what she'd like to tell herself anyway. Brax might beg to differ.

Touching him like that was probably not very professional but she didn't care.

"What do you mean we're not doing that?" Her hands made the quotation gesture.

"What happened that day with that girl is none of your business, so keep out of it."

His tone wasn't harsh, but she knew the underlying threat it posed which he didn't have to say out loud: Ivan.

"I'm going to find out one way or another."

There was nothing else to do that was interesting around here anyway. It would give her some motivation to get out of bed at least.

His grey eye's rolled in response.

"I know."

That made her laugh, he knew her way too well and it was scary sometimes.

Someone cleared their throat behind them. Caught up in the moment, they both turned with a jolt at the sudden interruption to their private conversation. Nyrie wasn't surprised to see who it was.

Clive looked at Nyrie with his dark, emotionless eyes then to Brax, but they ended upon her again. Something about him made the little hairs on her arms raise in his presence. She was stupid for thinking she'd ever come into harm form him with Brax around, but that didn't mean she couldn't be cautious.

"Ivan requests your presence, Nyrie."

Her stomach nearly fell right out of her and her heartbeat accelerated. What the hell does he want with her now? She wiped her hands on her thighs as they began to get clammy. For some reason, when he came to her room unannounced it wasn't as bad as being summoned out of the blue. She supposed it was because she knew what to expect when he visited her during the night to satisfy himself. This time, the fear of the unknown got the better of her.

White spots blurred her vision and her legs gave-way. Blackness swept over the world and Nyrie thought she felt strong, reassuring hands grasp her upper arms but she was already taken away by the darkness, and for a brief moment, had no cares in the world.

***

When she came-to, her eyelids were too heavy to lift. There was a cool, wet sensation on her brow.

A washer perhaps but who put it there?

Where was she?

By the softness of the sheets and the familiar smell Nyrie knew she was in her room. She could feel a heavy weight at the foot of her bed and a sudden jolt of fear washed over her. What if it was Ivan? Her eyelids snapped open.

Brax was there, shoulders slumped over, resting his head in his hands, his giant sword protruding from the sheath on his back. Either defeated or tired, she wasn't sure, but she knew he was the one who brought her here. This could be a dangerous situation if Ivan was waiting for her and she'd been in here for a long time.

Hopefully that wasn't the case.

"Brax" she breathed.

His head whipped up to her direction and the concern in his eyes made her heart crack just a little, it only lasted a heartbeat. But the tone in his voice as he spoke to her sent chills up her spine.