The Gambler

Double edged sword

I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, holding my breath. I snuck out of my room and came to the room that Grayson and I had shared.

They weren't letting us be alone together just yet, and frankly, I was over that shit. They would only let us hold hands, too afraid too much contact would be pushing it. I spent all of yesterday training with Gloria. We discovered that I can control the heat of my skin. I can make it hot enough to really burn someone, or just warm enough to feel human again. It was strange and it made me feel like a superhero. Pretty soon I would be able to possibly make the flame like Gloria had.. but we are still playing with everything.

Grayson had come into the pavilion every now and then, retreating to his office to help Xavier. Things for the most part were normal in the castle.

I had no urges to hurt jewel, which was great, but it also sucked that my feeding urges were a direct line to Grayson. I felt no hunger sitting here now, watching him sleep. Although I did make sure to drink a lot before coming in here.

He was laying on his side, his hair was messed about and there was stubble on his face. He looked so good. I felt like it's been years since I've really gotten to look at him.
My connection to him felt so insanely strong now. It was crazy to me to think as a human I simply felt a pull, felt his pain, felt his happiness. But now? I could really feel him. I could tell where he was, I could hear his heartbeat so clearly if I listened hard enough I could hear the blood moving through his veins.

With the new intensity, it made being apart just that much worse. This separation was killing me, but Gloria told me to use that pain to fuel my training.

I just needed a break.
I needed to be close to Grayson.

He would probably be waking up soon, it was almost noon. He doesn't normally sleep this late.

For me, I got no sleep. I've come to realize that newborns do not sleep well at first. Easily one of the worst parts of being a newborn... I loved sleep.

Grayson stirred and my entire body stiffened. Should I leave? Should I make sure he didn't know I was in here?

His eyes opened slowly, suddenly opening wide he sat up in an instant. I guess I startled him.

"Elizabeth" he tilted his head at me, looking sleepy and confused. I smiled and nodded.

"I'm dreaming" he spoke to himself with a sense of finality and flopped back down onto his pillow. I couldn't hold back my giggles, shaking my head.

"No I snuck in" I whispered, scooting closer. He was within arms reach. I could just..

He sat back up, eyebrows furrowed together.

"You.." he trailed off, his look changed. He was studying my face now and looked mesmerized. He reached over slowly, brushing his thumb across my cheek. There were those shockwaves again.

"Immortality suits you.." he trailed off and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"I've missed you" I whispered and he gave my cheek a tight squeeze, a sign not to come closer. I frowned, pouting.

"How do you feel?" He was weary now. I hated this. I hated making him nervous. I hated that he felt cautious around me now.

"I drank a lot before coming in here. I feel fine. I swear" I rushed my words out and he nodded once, seeming to think about this.

In an instant he reached over and grabbed me, pulling me into his lap. I gasped, caught off guard. I sat in between his legs while he essentially held me like a child, pressing our foreheads together he let out a sigh of relief.