Fragile Fury - (Glass Angels book one)

Fragile Fury - Chapter Twelve

This one is for Jordan Fans

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Chapter Twelve

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JORDAN WALKED ANNA TO THE KITCHEN AFTER HE DRAGGED HER FROM THE Marble Hall. For a place that looked strangely medieval from the outside, the kitchen was completely modern. Everything cupboard, work surface and even the equipment, shimmered in the reflecting light. It was exactly how Anna pictured the kitchen that would be behind a five star restaurant, the chefs buzzing around calling orders, while their pans sizzled and they flambéed chops. The only difference between that image and the kitchen before her was the lack of people; it was only her and Jordan.

Anna perched herself on a stool between something that looked remotely like a breakfast bar, and the door. Anna drew patterns in the flour dusted work top; she hadn't drawn in a while, and she felt like she was missing something. Her finger pulled through the power, she swirled it this way and that. Not really drawing anything in particular, just drawing.

"I think," Jordan said, breaking the silence so suddenly Anna jumped and fell off her chair. He looked over at her, "you alright?"

"Fine," she mumbled getting back up. "What are you doing?" Anna frowned. He was pushing different pots and pans across a self, and then pulled one out from the back. He pointed it at Anna.

"Making you food, you're hungry, right?" Anna nodded again. He put the pot next to a stove and walked over to a fridge. "So as I was staying, I think," he started rummaging through it, pulling ingredients out and putting them down on the table behind him. "That you either have a split personality disorder, you have major anger problems, or, you'll like this one," he grinned, "you really are what the legends say you are, making you completely nuts, you alright with an omelette?"

"Will it kill me?" She answered half serious, half joking. Jordan's grin disappeared, he looked away from her. He bent down; Anna looked past the table to see what he was doing.

Jordan pulled two knives from his leather boots, Anna didn't know how a man could make brown leather boots look manly, but Jordan did it. He held one out to her, gold, jewel studded hilt first. She took it gingerly. The silver blade was cool against her finger tips as she ran her fingers up and down it.

"Real silver," Jordan said, Anna looked up frowning, and he chuckled. "For lycanthropes, real silver kills them, and if you only cut them. The wound takes a lot longer to heal. Silver always scars them. Come here," he mentioned with the knife in his hand for her to stand beside him.

Anna hopped off the stool and walked over to him. "Your knife looks the same as mine," she said.

Jordan nodded, "they are a pair. See, look here," he rolled the knife over in her palm, "The eyes of your dragon are rubies." Anna looked closely, seeing for the first time that the gold hilt of the knife was a dragon curled around the blade. "But on this one," he held his knife out to her, "they are sapphires. It's all about balance. These two were a gift from a Fey, the Autumnal Princess. She told me she put a spell on them to make me fight better," Jordan shrugged his shoulders and grinned, "But I says, my skills are all me."

Anna giggled uncontrollably, and then she hiccupped and giggled harder. "We should get some solid food in you," Jordan laughed, "all that blood's gone to your head." Anna got herself back under control and smiled at him. He really was quite stunning under the bright kitchen lights. His eyes sparkled each time he looked at her; she blushed replaying the images of him kissing her against the wall.

She was so consumed by the memory, it took Jordan saying her name three times before she realised he was talking. She shook her head, "Sorry, what did you say?" He laughed.