Des'Tai: Book One

63: Tyron

He was allowed to go early, on the condition that he cleaned out the entire cellar. It wasn't the most pleasant of jobs, but if it meant that he got to leave early to go and find Faye then he'd take it without compliant.

Well, almost without compliant.

Tyron cursed when one of the empty barrels dropped onto his foot. "Damn!" He caught it before it could drop on to his other one. "Just one more good thing to happen to me today."

"You know," Merrick stood at the top of the stairs, his arms braced on his hips as he watched Tyron fuss about with the barrel. "Talking to yourself is considered unhealthy."

"It's the only thing keeping me sane, right now." He muttered, mostly to himself before turning to face his friend. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy..."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, "You have a visitor."

His first guess instantly went to Faye, which quickly led to a string of other questions – What is she doing here? How did she know where I worked? Who is she with?

Ty kept his expression calm when he asked, "She's not a small, blonde is she?"

"Erm...no,"

There was no denying the disappointment he felt, that was then quickly replaced by dread. If it wasn't Faye, then there was only one other person it could be...

Ty dusted off his dirty hands against his jeans, "Then who is it?"

"Do you really need to tell you?" Merrick laughed. "Shall I send her down?"

Tyron didn't bother suppressing his sigh. "Fine, whatever."

Merrick disappeared, leaving Ty alone again in the dimly lit cellar. He sat on the bottom step of the staircase, dropping his head into his hands in defeat. Lita was never going to take no for an answer, no matter what he said to her or how he tried to put her off. The woman was determined to prove her feelings for him and bring out his own 'hidden' love for her. Why was she trying so hard?

Deep down, Lita had to have known that they weren't really life mates. With his cold responses to her, how could she not?

Gentle footsteps sounded behind him a moment before two hands caged his shoulders, "What are you doing down here in the dark, Ty, sweetie?"

He raised his head only slightly to face her, "Sorting out the barrels. What's with the visit?"

Lita stepped around Ty until she was on her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his legs. Her bright, emerald green eyes shone at him even in the dim light. "I wanted to be with you."

"But I'm working, or at least...I'm meant to be working,"

An evil glint shone in her gaze as she raised herself up slightly, bringing their faces closer together. "Merrick won't mind if you take a little break, will he?"

"Well, no, but-"

One of her hands moved from his leg to his face, cutting him off. Her slender fingers trailed down the length of his jaw, "No excuses Tyron Thorn. Moody Merrick won't know if you take a little break...plus, I can think of a few fun things that we could do in the mean time."

"Um..." Ty leant back slightly when Lita moved in closer. "I need to focus on work, Lita..."

Suddenly, with her close enough that he could feel her breath against his mouth, Tyron could think of nothing but Faye, why though, he wasn't entirely sure. Lita didn't resemble her in any way shape or form.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Faye's image wouldn't budge from his mind, no matter what else he tried to think about.

Then, Lita's lips connected with his neck and everything went black.