Page 62 of Her Silent Knight

Chapter Sixteen

HER HEAD ACHED SOMETHINGfierce.

Sinclair tried to open her eyes. Doing so only made the pain worse. Groaning, she squeezed her eyes shut and touched her hand to her forehead. Damn, even moving hurt. She lowered her hand and snuggled underneath the covers.

At least she was comfortable. Her mattress felt softer than usual. So did her furs. Or was her headache causing her to hallucinate? Eyes closed, Sin rubbed her hand along the mattress.

It almost felt like a real mattress. Nothing like the one she owned, which was just feathers stuffed inside sewn together hide from a mix of animals that lived in the forest. Or, rather, died in the forest.

Before coming here, she hadn’t been into hunting. She loved animals. Unfortunately, the animals on this plane didn’t love her. They were nothing like the deer, cows, and horses back home.

These things were beasts. Literally. If she didn’t kill them, they’d kill her. Winter had taught her to use a bow and arrow. At first, killing the animals had made her nauseous. She would have a crying fit after each kill.

That was until one of the wild muntincins, which looked like a mutant deer, tried to eat her. Now Sin could hunt with the best of them. She’d used muntincin hide to make her mattress.

What she was rubbing wasn’t muntincins hide. This felt much softer. That could only mean one thing. This wasn’t her bed. Right now, she should be snapping her eyes open and jumping up to figure out where she was at.

Not happening. Sin laid completely still and tried to recall the events from the day. They slowly drifted through her thoughts. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment as she recalled what she’d done to get free from the power dampening cuffs.

The fact that she enjoyed it was the embarrassing part. Not the fact that she did it. Her hand went to her throat. Thank God the wound had healed. She shivered as she recalled staring into the dark eyes of that huge shredder.

She’d passed out and when she woke up, she was naked on her bed with flames all around her. Luckily, the flames hadn’t reached the wooden chair in the corner of the guest room where she had a T-shirt thrown over it.

She’d just slipped the shirt on when a shredder crashed through the bedroom door. She’d barely had enough time to smash the chair into the bedroom window and climb out. Her ankle no longer burned which meant the claw marks from where one of those bastards grabbed her had healed.

If Rhen hadn’t pulled around the corner on his bike, she would’ve been shredder chow for sure. Rhen! He’d saved her. Was she with him? She peeped underneath the covers. She was fully clothed.

She couldn’t be with the vampire. He would’ve found some reason to undress her. Wait.... She peeped under the covers again. This wasn’t her shirt. This wasn’t the shirt she’d put on when she fled her house.

Her house that she watched burn to the fucking ground. Fucking dragon. Sin tossed the covers back. And she had on pants and socks. Wait. Would Rhen be that considerate? Pants and socks?

Sin wiggled her toes. The pants and socks were too big. She was wearing all black. One of her favorite colors. Still, why was she wearing all black? Sitting up in bed, she stared around the room

You’re not in Kansas anymore Dorothy.There wasn’t much furniture in the space she was in. Only a dresser, end-table, the bed she was sitting on and a wooden chest in the corner. Whose ever room this was didn’t own much.

Neither did she. Not really. The majority of the things in her cabin had belonged to the previous owner. Her cabin. It was really gone. She was going to have to start over. Maybe she’d offer Rhen a few more vials of blood to find her a new place.

A door opened. Sin’s gaze jerked to the closed bedroom door. Someone had come into the house. Rhen? Right now, she really hoped it was Rhen. She never thought she’d wish to see him this badly. Right now, he was her only ally.

“You got the chest, bed, and dresser,” a woman was saying.

Who the hell was she? Probably one of Rhen’s playthings.

“You have your stove. You got one of the new ones that Luis has been working on. It’s almost the same as the ones from the Mortal Plane.”

“On the Mortal Plane, we cooked our food over a fire,” A male responded.

“Oh. Okay.”

She’d recognize that voice anywhere. Kaede. Her dragon. Fuckity fuck-fuck. This wasn’t Rhen’s place. Now she remembered. She, Rhen and his crew had fought off the shredders and then tried to escape.

The dragon had shown up before she and Rhen could get on his bike and leave. They could’ve been long gone before the dragon arrived if Rhen hadn’t been flirting. She’d tried to protect Rhen from the dragon’s attack and ended up passing out. Again.

The voices sounded closer to the bedroom door now. Fearing they were about to enter, Sin laid down and pulled the covers over her head. She wasn’t ready to face the dragon and whoever the woman was he had with him.

“Even though you don’t need the stove, your mate may want to use it. It runs on gas, which you know is distributed weekly. Be mindful of that when you’re using the gas to cook and keep the house warm.”

“I don’t need the gas.”