Dauntless Blood

Sixteen

I laid beside Eric, sore and bruised. His left arm was draped over my waist, his warm breath on the back of my neck. I didn't dare move in fear of waking Eric.

I felt Eric pull me close, my back against his chest. I rolled on my stomach, snuggling my pillow. I felt Eric kiss my shoulder, his fingers tracing the tattoo on my back.

"How are you feeling," he asked me, his warm breath on the back of my shoulder.

"Sore," I whispered, close to falling asleep. I felt Eric rub my back, then he pulled me close again.

I roll over and face his chest, my head tucked under his chin. I felt scared and I didn't really want to leave Eric's room.

"You sure you're okay," he asked me.

"I.... don't know," I mumble.

"Aiden won't find out," Eric said.

"What if he does? I'll become a disgrace to my family and I'll be factionless," I whisper.

I felt myself start to tear up, my shoulders started shaking afterwards, then I got up and went to Eric's bathroom.

I splashed water on my face, then I washed my face, but my runny mascara wouldn't come off.

Why the hell did I put mascara on? Why'd I put it on for a damn game? Why'd I sleep with Eric? Does he even love me? Will I be faction-less? Does Eric care?

I put my head in my hands. My shoulders were still shaking, but I felt his arms around my waist. I didn't push Eric away, but I didn't say anything either.

I felt him put his forehead on the back of my head, then I felt a tear hit my hair.

"Eric," I whisper, scared.

"I hate seeing I've hurt you," he whispered.

I turn around and face him. His blue eyes were dull and watery. His face had a softness to it and I smiled weakly.

"There's that smile I love," he whispered.

I wipe my eyes, messing up the black smudges more. Eric chuckled at me, then he gently wiped the runny mascara off my face.

"I've got you, Princess," he whispers against my forehead.

Do I deserve Eric?