Her Nature

|Chapter 19|

"Very well." His indifferent mask didn't allow me to see the hint of relief hidden in his expression. He walked to the black dresser, hand gliding over the top. "This side of the dresser will be for you. You may take your time to unpack while I go take care of a few things."

I spoke softly just wanting to finish everything and relax with a book. "Thank you."

He silently nodded his head and slipped out of the room like most of his wordless responses when I had first met him.

I dragged the box to my side of the dresser and tore open the tape. The three books were the first items to be extracted. I set them on the miniature table beside the chair to be read after I finished.

The pure scent that exploded from opening the drawer nearly knocked me off my feet. My nose instinctively pulled in the scent with closed lids. After I felt like I could properly function again, I dropped my panties into the top drawer.

Going from top to bottom. I repeated the process with my bras and skins. I peeled open the second box, dropping my head in my hands. Color drained from my face.

"No, no, no. Oh Bonnie, what have you gotten me into." The box only had three outfits of tights and shirts. The other half of it was stuffed with fuzzy socks and books.

"No Bonnie, I said I would get the books." I whispered to myself in despair. I knew I should've checked what she packed before we left.

This means that for four days of the week, I would have to were my skins. Luciano will not be happy and I'll be cold, it's a lose lose.

At least I had an unlimited supply of books to read now. That was just something I didn't need though.

Regardless, I shoved all the socks into a drawer and was able to fit the sparse three outfits into a single draw together. I stacked the extra books on the shelves of the little table and settled into the chair. Pulling the fur over my body, I released a contented sigh.

The fur was large and heavy covering my entire body. It was almost as if the bear itself sat on my chest. Okay that was a major exaggeration but whatever, it's heavy. Feeling the skin of the book before I opened it was a habit I couldn't break.

I read page after page, word after word. Even when the sun had fully disappeared and the small crescent moon didn't give off enough light that I had to flick on the side lamp, I read.

The chapters only got more interesting and complex. I felt apart of the story now, developing my own character arc and rooting for the protagonist.

Deep into the dark hours of the night, I drifted off. My jaw fell slack with the smallest of gapes and the book splayed open in my lap.

It had been my first episode since the water incident.

It was the same couple before me that I saw in the last dream. The male's cheeks told of tears from the dried trails they left behind. He clutched to his female, rocking her back and forth as she sobbed into his chest.

I felt their sorrow deep in my chest like it was my own.

"My poor babygirl. Gone." She whispered her grief into the cold night air. Another sob followed and her male hugged her tighter. His expression broke as his eyes squeezed shut, lashed still wet, but he held his tears in to comfort his female.

The earth cradled their bodies, blades of grass like mini arms holding them. They were both broken, suffering the loss of their child. Their bodies were empty vessels now, holes in their chests where their hearts should be.

They bled as one and I too, felt a warm liquid oozing from my chest. I bled from the mark, like the sword had actually penetrated my skin.

But I bled from another. A small, glass circle attached to a metal handle. The ornate handle winded with lines that resembled thick vines. The elaborate detail was startling for the minuscule space it took up.