Page 89 of Her Silent Knight

Where was that dragon? That was the dragon she wanted. Not the, I need to shower dragon. Or you can stay here or go out dragon. Or the, let me get you some food dragon. Ugh. Sin rolled her eyes.

Yes, she was pouting. And no, she had no rational reason to be. That didn’t mean she was going to stop pouting. Earlier, when he’d been all growly and sexy as sin, she hadn’t wanted it. Now, she did.

Logically, she knew she was acting hot and cold. She knew she was being wishy-washy. She hated girls who acted like this. Yet, here she was, doing just that. Sighing, Sin turned away from the front door and headed to the bedroom.

Before she had the talk with him, she first needed to have a talk with herself. She closed the bedroom door behind her but didn’t lock it. Pacing was a habit. She did it when she was nervous or when she needed to think and consult with herself.

Self, Sin thought, I know we’ve already decided that we’re going to forgive our dragon for trying to drug and kidnap us. Damn. Drug and kidnap. That was some pretty harsh and offensive shit.

His ass should be happy she was willing to forgive him. He should be happy she wasn’t still trying to figure out ways to torture him. Ugh... Sin took a deep breath. She was going off the deep end again.

Though she was willing to forgive him, forgetting was something else entirely. She’d never forget. Ever. Witches didn’t forget those who’d wronged them and they rarely forgave. She was letting it slide this time, because their predicament was an unusual one.

That didn’t mean she’d forgive any and everything he did. This issue was something she’d just have to learn not to linger on. And he’d just have to learn to deal with the fact that she’d never forget what he’d done.

If they both could agree to that, then they could move past this and focus on the future. The sound of the front door opening pulled her out of her discussion with herself. Meeting adjourned, Sin told herself then rushed to the bedroom door.

Kaede opened it before she could. Dang, he moved fast. Sin stepped back, allowing him space to enter the room. To her dismay, he had no intention of entering. He handed her a covered plate.

“I hope you like it. Today’s special is chili.” He handed her a cup with a lid on it. “This is herbal tea. Careful, it’s hot.”

She took the cup. “I can handle hot,” she told him, hoping it would bring a spark to his gaze. Anything other than the emotionless expression he was wearing now.

With a nod, he took a step back. His expression hadn’t changed. “I’ll take a bath. I grabbed extra blankets and pillows. I’ll sleep on the chair. The room is yours.” Done talking, he turned and headed toward the bathroom.

Frustrated, Sin wanted to follow behind him and ask him what the fuck was wrong with him. Her pride prevented her from moving forward. She did have the courage to call out, “Are you hungry? We can share...”

“I’m not hungry,” he answered from around the corner.

With a sigh, Sin stepped back and used her foot to slam the door shut. Call her childish, oh well, she’d be that. He was starting to piss her off. Sin walked over to the bed and placed the cup of hot tea on the bedside table.

The chili was thick. She didn’t really know what kind of meat was in it. But it smelled heavenly. Or, she was just hungry. Either way, she quickly picked up the wooden spoon and began eating.

She ate slowly, hoping she’d be done by the time he finished showering so they could talk. She finished the chili and herbal tea before he finished his shower. She took the empty containers to the kitchen and dumped them in the trash.

She couldn’t resist putting her ear to the bathroom door to see if she could hear what was going on inside. Silence. She heard nothing. What the hell was he doing? She raised her hand to knock, then paused.

She was being needy, clingy, nosey. She wasn’t that type of chick. And she wouldn’t start this relationship off with her having to ask him what was wrong? If something was wrong, he should be dragon enough to tell her on his own.

Screw him. Sin rolled her eyes at the bathroom door then returned to her room. This time when she closed the bedroom door, she locked it. Childish, yeah, oh well. She’d be that. She wanted a bath.

She’d wait until he finished his and then she’d take one and go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow the Grinch would wake up in a better mood and they could have their talk. Sin ended up falling asleep before he exited the bathroom.

When she awoke, it was still dark outside. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up in bed and stared around the room. It took a second for her brain to remember where she was at. Once it did, she immediately became irritated.

He hadn’t even awakened her so she could take a bath. Rude ass. Sin tossed the covers off of her and got out of bed. Fuck it. Fuck pride. Fuck waiting until he approached the subject.

She wanted to talk about the elephant in the room and his attitude, right now. And if he was sleeping, he’d just have to wake his ass up. One of the rules she’d learned from watching her parents was that couples shouldn’t go to bed angry.

They would not spend their first night in their new cabin angry with each other. Sin stormed across the room and tried to jerk the door open. It wouldn’t budge. Oh right. She’d locked it.

That only irritated her more. It didn’t take much to piss her off once she was already riled up. She unlocked the door and jerked it open. Her eyes widened as she took in the scenery before her.

Miniature gold lights now lit up the previously dim and drab living room. They were hanging everywhere. They were draped from the ceiling. They’d been positioned across the window.

A huge grin spread across her face when she stared at the miniature tree in the room. A small pine tree that was pink. It felt like an illusion but it looked real. She could feel the magical energy exuding from it.

Either way, it was the cutest thing she’d seen in a long time. It too had mini gold lights strung around it. And they too exuded magical energy. Movement in the far corner of the room drew her attention there.