EverChange

27

I hugged the pillow closer, my mouth feeling dry and my nose feeling stuffed. I sat up, rubbing my hair. Pink and blonde curls hung in my face, and about my neck making me feel hot and damp. "Donovan!" my voice cracked, but he didn't respond.

I felt around the bed, and found too many pillows, too many blankets. "I must have passed out before dinner." I swung my legs over the side of the bed, annoyed that I was still in the same clothes from yesterday. Leggings, tights, tank, and my earrings. Donovan had taken off my bra, so thank god for that.

I stumbled down the hall, frowning that nothing was where it used to me. I found the bathroom and ran the shower, grabbing a towel and whatever bottle of shampoo was on the counter. Ipulled off whatever jewelry was still attached to me-- rings, bracelets, earrings, hair pins-- and paused in front of the mirror.

"New... choker." I mumbled, touching it gently with my fingertips. This one had amethysts and... some other gem I didn't know off the top of my head. I ran my fingers through my hair, then pointed finger guns at the girl whose form I had taken in my sleep.

"Looking good, Jem," I snorted. "It's show time Synergy." I reached up, pulling at my hair to coax it into a darker color. "This is what I fucking get for not eating raw food for a week."

The thought of some sashimi and just a mountain of raw diced broccolli, celery, carrots-- I had been a twisting, crampy mess for weeks because of stress. And now I was shifting like I was twelve and depressed again.

I stared at my hair, curled around my fingers. Still the color of grapefruit flesh. I looked at it, then frowned.

"Wait." I pulled my hair up and looked at the new collar. My eyes darted around the room and I felt sick. I secured my hair in a ponytail, then went around the room. It was clean, there were clothes in the drawers, and closet, fresh towels on a dresser, and a master bathroom.

The door that I felt led into the main room was locked. Where was Donovan? Or one of the guys? Any one of his staff?

"Was I fucking kidnapped?" I held my head staring at the mirror. Vaguely remembered getting dinner ready with Donovan.

I looked back at the bed, and it looked thoroughly slept in. A king size, and both sides had the pillows and blankets moved about. I grabbed the pillow and brought it to my face.

"Yeah. He was here." I nodded, hugging the pillow that did indeed smell like my mate. He was partial to sandalwood, and the strong scent of eucalyptus as of late. If he was here why did he locked me in the bedroom.

I held his pillow, then went to scope out the bathroom. The clothes from the other day hung out off a hamper, and there was a note on the counter.

"We got moved. I'll be back for breakfast. Sorry."

I turned over the equivalent of a sticky note and looked around the room again. They had stocked it with some nice soaps, and even a few of the stuff I liked from Lush. Bathbombs, bubble bars, and some shampoos in bar and bottle form.

I sniffed the collar of my own shirt and made a face at my own smell. "...shower... then ask Donovan what the fuck is happening." I slid out my clothes and turned the shower on.

The water pressure was phenominal. I used something that smelled like argan oil and roses, feeling a bit better. With the soothing of warm water, and silky soft soaps, remembering the night before came back easier.

I stood under the water, and relayed how Donovan and me were talking about another day in court. Another few hours of questions when--

"There was a knock." I poured conditioner into my palm and began sectioning my wet hair to coat it evenly. "....a squad came in... Sidra was with them.... And..." Two higher up officials. "Hale... And Jazmyn..."