Alpha Faye

Chapter Forty

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Word Count: 1709

~Faye

My arms are crossed over my stomach, as I think.

Recently, some of my most pressing problems have seemed non existent when I'm in the company of T. Perhaps it is because he has his own, which seem almost impossible to deal with. Two of the most powerful immortals are trapped in his head, and he acts as if it isn't a problem.

Now that I am apparently Temperance, a Virtue in the eyes of the Moon, I'm curious to discovering my own power. However, that doesn't seem likely while I'm attempting to track down who has been messing with my head.

As much as I don't trust Cal, and would rather see him dead then near me, it would be nice to have his skills right now.

All of a sudden, the curtain quivers, and I hear the sound of my window creaking open.

I sit up in bed, each muscle tense as I ready myself to jump out to defend myself against whoever is clambering through my window. A dark figure steps in; I catch a glance at their feet first before they pull the curtain back. Relief instantly blows out with all the air I had been holding in my lungs.

"T?"

He closes the window firmly behind him, turning around to smile at me meekly. I can barely see him. He's simply a moving shadow, existing beneath the light of the moon.

"I'm back," he whispers, as if he was afraid of stirring awake someone else in this estate. I stifle a yawn, massaging the muscles I had tensed so viciously on my arm. "Sorry, were you sleeping?"

"Not quite. I was just thinking," I tell him, sighing through my nose. "You could have come through the front door, right?"

"Nowhere near is that as romantic," he replies.

I hear his footsteps rather than see him. Then I feel the bed sink as he sits beside me, followed by his hand on my leg, which is concealed by my covers. Despite not touching my skin, just feeling the weight of him in the slightest manner is an immense relief. One I want to relish in for a little longer.

"What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be back until morning," I note. I'm not complaining, simply inquiring.

I can see the outline of a shrug. "I thought so too, but it seems the issue has been dealt with earlier than I expected."

"Everything okay?"

"Everything is wonderful," he breathes. I can feel the bed move as he removes excess clothing. I wish I could see - and admire - him. I'm not sure if it's been his previous line of work, or the fact that he is immortal, but he has a marvellous body. It was something I tried to ignore at the beginning. "How are you feeling?"

I wait until he has joined me in bed before I speak next. "Fine I suppose. I've just been thinking."

"About?"

"Life. How hard it is."

T sighs, but softly. He seems as troubled as I am about everything that has been going on, but has been such a support system, he has never admitted his true thoughts to me. In some instances, I"m happy about that. It's a relief. Almost as if someone has hopes that this will work out. I won't give up until I can truly relax.

"Tell me, what is worrying you the most? If it is me, I am dealing with what is going on in my head. I have been for awhile-"

"No, it's not that. I mean, that is a problem, but it's your business to deal with," I tell him. I feel his arm wrap around me, pulling him close. I nestle my head into his shoulder, breathing in his scent, letting my hand fall limp onto his stomach, feeling the grooves of his muscles.