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As promised, he was there waiting for me.
As soon as my gaze locked onto him, all my senses homed in on his presence. A sigh whispered through my soul, as if the mere sight of him, of being near enough to feel his energy, was a balm to some sore spot in my very essence. A tight knot loosened in my chest, and I breathed easier.
He’d turned at my entering the cave, storms gathering in those stunning eyes of his. His black hair glinted with wetness in the light of the crystals along the walls, as if he’d just walked underneath the spray of the waterfall himself, one dark lock curling waywardly over his forehead.
I had the sudden urge to push that strand away, let my fingers run through the silky-looking mass of hair, and feel him lean into my caress.
As if I’d done this before, as if that action was as familiar to me as breathing.
I’d probably dreamed of it, one of many details of my dreams that I couldn’t consistently recall in my waking hours. Because while I always knew that I’d had a dream, the specifics of what I’d dreamed about would often elude me after I’d woken.
Inwardly, I smiled. If anything about Aziel seemed familiar now, it wouldn’t faze me anymore, not since that realization about my visions. It all just made perfect sense.
“Chaya,” Aziel said in greeting, his power trembling. It felt like a great beast barely held in check, restrained from pouncing by some mighty leash.
“Hi,” I said, a sudden influx of nerves making me give him a shaky wave that probably looked completely awkward. “About yesterday… Um, I wanted to apologize. For storming out and…for what I said.”
“I didn’t read your mind,” he said quietly.
“I know! I know. That was just a misunderstanding. A glitch in my thinking, if you will. I’m sorry for what I implied. And for leaving you standing here when you took the time to come and meet me. That was unfair.” I worried my lip between my teeth. “So, are we okay?”
The slightest smile played upon his mouth. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether you can make it up to me.”
My stomach did a dizzying flip. “How?” I asked while all sorts of ways to make amends to him paraded through my mind, one filthier than the next—all of them causing my lady parts to tingle with excitement.
Not that I had much experience to go by, but I had fallen into the unending abyss of reading human romance novels, which did a fantastic job of showcasing the intriguing variations of two—or more—people pleasuring each other. And now all I could think about was the most depraved interpretation of “making it up to him” that I could come up with.
I blamed it on the mafia romances I’d read.
My face blazed, an incongruent mix of embarrassment and arousal flushing my system with heat.
“Win against me,” he said and handed me my sword.
“Oh.” I deflated like a punctured balloon.
He paused, quirking a brow. “You look disappointed.”
“No, no.” I coughed. “Not at all. That is a very good way of making amends, yes. The logical thing to do, since that is what we’re here for. The fighting. The training. The sword swinging.” I waved my hand, causing the blade to make a large circle in the air.
Aziel evaded the roaming sword with enviable ease, giving me the side-eye.
“The sparring,” I continued. “The wrestling. The fighting?—”
“You mentioned that already.” He stopped my still-swinging sword by grasping the blade between his thumb and forefinger, an amused glint in his eyes.
“Right, yes. Anyway, we should absolutely do all of that.”
I might have foreseen that we were most definitely going to do quite a bit of the other stuff as well, but I wasn’t going to push for it to happen if he didn’t initiate it. I’d done some thinking about this whole vision issue, and I’d come to the conclusion that knowing what would happen in the future posed a bit of a problem. Because what if knowing about it changed the way I’d behave in a given situation, which in turn would affect the course of the future?
I simply didn’t know enough about prophetic powers and timelines and fate to know for sure that the future was set in stone. Would those visions I’d had come true no matter what? Or was the future fluid, subject to change and dependent on many moving pieces like free will and other factors?
Exhibit A: Not everything from that dream yesterday had actually come true. Mysterious Stranger had said a few more things in that scene that Aziel had not said yesterday. Did that mean the future was changeable, flexible?
If that was the case, then my knowledge of those visions could give me a false sense of security in knowing the future, could make me act differently than if I had no clue about what would happen.
