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Elias didn't come back for hours. I knew it was late and I couldn't sleep, knowing I was alone in the house and my anxiety prevented me from relaxing. When I heard him enter the house and into his room, I finally fell asleep. I sat there in my own bed thinking about how he lost his temper.
He brought me back here along with a wolf pack with him and now he was giving me the cold shoulder. It was perplexing to think about the disparity of his actions when he came to save me in Louisiana and his actions now. I had been reluctantly letting him in and letting my feelings for him grow ever since we kissed and he left. After he left, I realized how much I felt about him being gone. Now that he was here with me, he was pushing me away.
I blamed myself for his temper when he seen me and Danny at the ceremony. Although it wasn't entirely my fault, Elias mentioned him being my boyfriend which I still don't understand. Why would he be so cold and off at the mention of him anyways? He should know we were just friends.
The more I thought about it, I couldn't help it but feel a prick of hopeless feelings. As much as I was mad at Elias, I still couldn't control my thoughts as he was always in them. I couldn't stop thinking about his silver blue eyes or the way his lips looked so...enticing. What was wrong with me?
As much as I wanted to enact on my feelings as Veda suggested, I couldn't now. With Elias acting like he didn't want me at all, I was afraid to tell him or he wouldn't listen. Maybe he didn't feel the same.
The selfish part of me wanted him to feel some of the turmoil he was putting me through. So far Elias hasn't come to wake me up or even knock on my door to check if I was okay and I wasn't sure how much I could take of him being mad at me.
Danny seemed upset with me about something as well. Although he reassured me last night, I couldn't help but grow suspicious. He acted strange ever since we left from Zoraida's home that night. I could tell something was wrong with him when he didn't speak to me. I want to talk to him but with Elias being mad at me and not being particularly fond of him, the chances were slim.
To distract myself, I made my way through the house and towards the kitchen. I frowned, looking at the empty room. Where was Evelyn? Especially when you needed her. I wanted to see her again when I wasn't leaving for a trip or she was heading home for her break. I began to make breakfast for myself, glancing at the clock on the wall and saw that it was eight o' clock.
Maybe Elias was still asleep, I thought as I noticed he wasn't around. Or maybe he was avoiding you, I thought, frowning.
I made my way around the kitchen, opening and closing cupboard doors. I had always been adamant on making breakfast but I wasn't the best as Evelyn, the way Elias put it. I smiled, remembering when I threw an egg at him.
I smiled at the mere memory of him and I chasing each other, cackling like children as we threw eggs at each other.
I settled on the stool by the island in the center of the kitchen with a plate of toast and jam in front of me while I cradled a cup of tea in my hands. It had been a while since I had been alone and left to my thoughts as I had always been either in a rogue situation or something supernatural related. It somehow felt relaxing for the first time.
