Chapter 21 : Divine Discomfort

*Sasha*

I woke up alone in bed. I turned over and I looked at the floor. Lucas's wolf was gone and the room was empty.

“Lucas?" I whispered uncertainly into the hazy morning light.

I sat up slowly, feeling a wave of uneasiness wash over me. Memories of the previous night flooded my mind, and my body tensed at the thought of Lucas leaving me here and not coming back.

I shook my head. He wouldn't do that.

The door to our room opened and closed, and I yanked the blanket up to my chin.

But it was just Lucas, carrying a neatly-folded stack of my underthings. “We can burn them later," he grunted. “But I wasn't going to let that asshole keep them."

I noted his knuckles were cracked and bruised, and I felt a bit of smug pride. Lucas had just beaten the crap out of that weird, awful stalker pervert innkeeper. There was something very satisfying about that.

I looked at him gratefully as I remembered the way things had ended between us last night. I opened my mouth to apologize.

But suddenly Lucas whipped the blanket off the bed and I made an indignant sound. He shrugged and simply took the blanket and wrapped it around the undergarments and night clothes in a tight parcel before setting them in my bag.

“I don't want you touching that," Lucas said.

It was almost a command, but one I was more than happy to obey. “Thanks."

“You're welcome," Lucas replied. “Though speaking of welcomes, we might have just worn ours out. Get dressed. We can go wait for our ride in town. It's a nice day."

Lucas seemed to have forgotten about last night, and so could I.

I wriggled out of bed and pulled on clean pants and another sweater. The ones from yesterday were still soaked, despite being left out to dry last night.

Lucas had the same idea. He was wearing a crisp new shirt and form-hugging trousers.

I sighed inwardly. It really wasn't fair when he insisted on looking so tempting all the time.

Lucas picked up my bag and his and we headed out of the inn. I noted, with no small amount of satisfaction, that the innkeeper was cringing behind the bar, more black-and-blue than he was flesh-colored.

We took a short stroll through town and bought a few quaint trinkets.

As we made our way through the market, I couldn't help but notice the way Lucas moved. With every step, he exuded confidence and power. His broad shoulders and chiseled jawline turned heads wherever we went.

We found a small café and decided to grab some breakfast before our ride arrived. As we sat across from each other, sipping our coffee, I felt an uncomfortable tension settle over us.

"Lucas, about last night...." I began, needing to clear the air and unsure of how to broach the subject.

He cut me off with a look. "Don't worry about it, Sasha."

“But...."

Before I could utter an apology, he plopped a velvet box on the table between us.

I looked at him confused. “For me?"

He nodded and I reached over to pick it up. When had he bought this?

My fingers grazed the soft surface of the box. I could feel the weight of it in my hands, the anticipation building up inside me. My heart hammered in my chest as I flipped open the lid, my eyes widening in surprise at what was inside.

It was a necklace.

The gold chain necklace lay nestled in the satin lining, a glimmering, perfectly-cut emerald latched to it. Its size was modest, but the shine was as bright as crystal.

“I know it doesn't make up for what happened to the bracelet. I'll never be able to replace it. But, I hope to show you over time that I am in no way like the kid I once was."

“I know," I said as I took the necklace from the box. I held it out to him. “Help me put it on?"

I held my hair out of the

middle

I was glad to see it was much more

it was time for the car to arrive, so we settled on a

And wait.

And wait.

the inn

Lucas

ID and the postman handed

Eliza," Lucas said as he tore it open. He read it and

groaned and shifted my eyes back to the

“The Moon Howl is the

“Yessir," the postman said.

going to be here for

winced. “Still not wearing any of

in a blanket?" the

sticky fingers for women's

postman made a disgusted

Lucas echoed, a dangerous edge to his

the mayor," the postman sniffed. He looked at Lucas's bag, a frown on

“Uh…" I began.

an artifact north of the capital we need a scholar

excitedly. “What kind of

don't happen to have a priest or priestess around here, do you? I figure if we're stuck here

a face. “Yeah, there's a priestess, but probably not the

and shrugged.

the woods, really. You just take the

the postman a

the postman

by the elbow and began motoring

idea to tell that man so much

Lucas said. “Besides, we've already wasted half a day. If there's someone here who can help, maybe we can just catch the last train home

that some thought, then nodded. “I'm all for

might be," Lucas

town was smaller than the one where the northern library was located. As such, it took very little time at all to get to the

feeling of unease washed over me even before Lucas

an elderly woman opened

Lucas said, even as I started tugging on his

priestess," the old woman grunted.

something we were hoping you

you say you were a priestess

the old woman responded with

Lucas, who was eyeing me curiously. “Would you mind telling

glanced between us and finally gave the

ring true, so I followed that up with,

course you do. Because making a little old lady walk a mile into the woods with an arthritic hip is a great way to build rapport

innocently before Lucas

her eyes

and was feeling rather relieved about it, the old woman reappeared with a shawl around her shoulders. “Come with

as we walked after her. “Is this

“Something's wrong," I whispered.

What's wrong?"

“With… her," I said.

my shoulders. “We'll

we should just go,"

a chance," Lucas sighed. “We don't know enough about her yet to completely dismiss the chance she could help us. Also, we did get her out with her arthritic

pushed my hair behind my

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