Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 6 Part 2 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov

Nicolae - "I guess you need to rest. I took the liberty of running you a bath. Good night, Zeva."

I had been listening in t hallway at the top of the stairs ever since they started talking and that was Nicolaes warning signal. Leaving me with not much time left. I vaped into her bathroom and immediately started the hot water. Nicolae was going to fade her memory. I added the few subtle fragrances I knew she liked to put on before grabbing the vial hidden in the corner cabinet. Looking at it's violet color, when I heard the creek of the second to last step of the staircase. Quickly I put the vial away and raced out. Closing her door quietly, I was about to hurry on to my room, when she rounded the corner.

Her scent hit me like a sledgehammer, forcing me to lean back against the door to in order prevent shifting again. Great, that is all I needed. Her heart already speeding away, probably at the sight of me, was not making it easier. Her heart sounded like it was almost jumping out of her chest. It was deafening as if she was coming closer.

I looked over shocked to see she was indeed closer than before. How could that be? Right now she looked more like a deer in headlights, terrified. Her instinct telling her exactly what I am despite her naive mind trying to convince it otherwise. So why was she coming closer?

Something in the pit of my stomach turned looking into those eyes, I had seen the likeness before, it was doubtful that she would stay long now. Unlike glamouring, fading only involves our kind. We fade into the background, becoming insignificant, forgotten in the memory, letting the mind fill in the missing information with something or someone else. It was the least invasive method we have at our disposal, so why was that bothering me? This is was what I wanted to start with, wasn't it? Or was this guilt for what I had done to her? I took a step towards her before stopping myself. Trying not to scare her more.

"I just wanted to tell you that I shouldn't have done what I did in the bar. I'm sorry. Please let's not talk about it anymore."

I turned around, riddled with mixed emotions. I was about to head off to my room when something grabbed me. The hold was warm and oddly strong, keeping me from taking another step, successfully solidifying me to the wooden floor.

I look at my wrist and at the hand connected to it. Melodious sounds seems to swerve around me at the same time but I could take no heed of their words, I was too focused on the hand that had attached itself to me. Taking a small sharp breath, I tried to keep my head clear when a stench suddenly wrenched itself in my nose.

The stench was enough to make my blood boil... Loan..

With bitterness I shrugged her hand off me. Ignoring the tiny prickles of heat that had resided from her touch. Looking at her, I recalled how she had arrived with him, his hands on her, following her.

"Still, you were standing pretty close to him, in the bar ... "

I stared into her blue eyes, waiting for her response. She was going to deny everything. Say that it wasn't true despite that I had seen her as clear as day.

Ziva -"He didn't give me a choice!"

The hurt sounding in her voice caught me off guard and forced me to think. I thought Drogo had chosen the place, playing one of his stupid games again. But if Loan had taken her and chosen the barplace, then either us meeting was an accidental or something was off.

Looking at Ziva I could tell she was being honest so even evading her mind wouldn't do me any good. Drogo should have faded his memory by now, otherwise I would have had no problem ripping the information from him. Just thinking about it made me weary. I shook my head, tugging at my hair, finally coming up with a plan.