Silas POV How was I supposed to speak to her when she wouldnât even give me a chance to talk to her, always hiding away from me, and they help her. Never leaving her alone, one of them is always with her and every time I have even come close to her door I am told to leave.
She looked good, though I could tell she was getting weaker, our child taking her energy the bigger it grows. I had just come in with Dakari after fixing the old school. When I notice her, it was the first time I had seen her leave the confines of her room. I could feel her panic when she saw me enter making my stomach twist painfully.
âDonât Silasâ I hear Matitus mutter under his breath to low for her to pick up even with her heightened hearing I could tell she never heard his words.
I ignore him continuing to walk toward them hoping she would at least let me apologise, she looked beautiful she always does, even when I first met her, scrawny and broken she still looked beautiful. My eyes going to her bump which was well rounded and huge and looked heavy on her petite frame. I step forward wanting to touch her when she steps back.
I havenât seen her face in a month and yet she still denies me, it hurt but also pissed me off. I clench my teeth to resist from snapping at her.
âYou look goodâ I tell her truthfully, she steps away going to Dragus who was watching me carefully, out of both Matitus and Dragus he barely speaks to me unless it is to warn me away from her, his anger towards me the strongest. Turning back to her I go to beg her to at least let me talk to her.
âEloraâ I call to her and she turns facing me, yet the anger in her eyes and through the bond makes me stop.
âSave it Silas I donât want to hear it, just leave pleaseâ She says turning away. I look to Matitus hoping he might step in, but he just nods toward the door wanting me to do what she said. I bite my tongue holding back the words I want to scream at them. She was my mate too, carrying my child as well, it wasnât just their baby that was safely tucked in her womb.
I stalk off a growl escaping me that I hope she didnât hear, the horse Pluto was brushing becoming spooked in its stall.
âSorryâ I mutter to him as he calms it down. He nods but says nothing as I walk out shifting to get away from her.
3 days Later Another sleepless night, another night with out them. Matitus walking in getting changed before he heads back down to her.
âWhy wonât she sleep up here, you three not getting sleep is giving me noneâ I complain.
âBecause she knows you will be in and out of the room, if she is hereâ Matitus answers.
âIâm not going to do anything, she would be more comfortable in our bed, you and Dragus canât keep taking turns sleeping on that chair all the time, you canât tell me you are comfortableâ I tell him.
He shrugs not caring what I have to say. I toss the blanket off hopping out of bed before walking toward the walk in, he walks out and I grab his wrist. His eyes darting to mine.
âPlease just let me see her, let me apologise or somethingâ I beg him, his hand going to my face and I lean into his touch loving the warmth of his skin.
âYou hurt her, and honestly I donât think she will forgive you this time. You blew it Silasâ He says before letting go and stepping past me.
âWhat about you though, do you forgive me?â I ask. He stops, his hand on the door.
âIâm not the one who has to Silas,â He says walking out the door. I chuck some clothes on before walking downstairs and to the kitchens to make coffee. The cooks have become used to me helping myself in here now, I was rarely home at dinner now and always left before breakfast. They had steadily got used to me coming and going, no longer running for the door when I enter.
Peter the young boy that works in the stables mostly, walks in.
âMorningâ He says looking in the fridge.
âMilk is over hereâ I tell him passing it to him. He was a good kid, quiet but never been a problem and I actually enjoyed his company when he was around, always so inquisitive.
âCan you pass me the tea bags down?â He asks looking above my head. I grab them off the shelf handing them to him.
âWhy are you so nervous this morning?â I ask him. He looks up before looking at the door.
âStorms coming need to prepare the horsesâ he says.
âWant a hand?â I ask him and he looks up.
âIf youâre not too busy my lordâ he says looking back down pouring the water in his cup.
âSilasâ I tell him and his eyes dart to mine.
âYou can call me by my name most do, my lord sounds so oldâ I tell him. He laughs and I canât help but smile at him.
âYou are old though,â I hear one of the cooks gasp, at his words. But I was used to his sarcasm, though the lord thing hearing it from him was getting on my nerves a bit. I liked the kid always helpful and a good worker. He had been helping around the city when I needed an extra set of hands.
Dragus walks in. He nods to Peter before the chef hands him a tray. I stand up and Dragus notices me before turning on his heel and walking out ignoring me.
âIâll be back in a minuteâ I tell Peter walking out after him.
âNo, Silas donât even askâ He says continuing down the hall.
âDragus stop pleaseâ he slows before stopping and turning to face me.
âShe doesnât want to see you, you make her nervous Silasâ
âShe wonât forgive me if I canât talk or see herâ I argue.
âYou donât deserve her forgiveness, and I am not going to tell her she should forgive you, it will just upset her you going in thereâ
âI wonât do anything, I just want to speak to herâ I tell him looking toward her door.
âNo, you will make her panic, she is convinced you are going to rip our baby from her and take itâ
âI would never do thatâ
âTry convincing her of that, she is petrified of you. She can feel it you know, what do expectâ
âI will never stop hating the Fae, but that doesnât mean I hate herâ
âShe is Fae, our child will be part Fae Silas, you going to hate your own child tooâ He says turning back to walk toward her door. I grab his arm stopping him.
âPleaseâ I beg. He looks toward the door before looking at me.
âShe isnât even awake yetâ
âI will wait till she doesâ I tell him taking the tray from him. He hesitates before letting me take it.
âYou try anything Silasâ-
âI wonâtâ I tell him, and he watches me, I feel him tug on the bond letting him invade my thoughts and feelings.
âSee?â he sighs.
âMake sure she takes those and eats all of it, she didnât eat last night, the morning sickness has come back againâ He says pointing at the little white pills on the tray.
âWhat are they?â I ask picking one up concerned.
ânausea tablets, victor said they are safe, and wonât hurt the baby, though why she is worried when itâs immortal is beyond meâ he says. He looked tired extremely tired.
âI will be back soon, donât make me regret thisâ He says, I grab his face with one hand. I kiss him and he seems shocked at first and I thought he was going to push me away when he suddenly grabs the back of my neck kissing me back. His guilt hitting me that he kissed me back, feel his mixed emotions through the bond like he thought kissing me was betraying her.
âI should go, I wonât be longâ He says walking off down the hall.
Walking in she is still asleep laying on her side. I place the tray on the side table before sitting on the chair beside her. I watch her sleep before noticing her belly move, seeing her skin tighten as the baby shifted within her. I tug up her shirt gently so I could see better. Moving in a wave like it had rolled over, hear its heart beating softly inside her when it kicks, her skin pushing outward, I watch amazed before looking at her and reaching my hand out hoping she doesnât wake.
I place my hand where it is kicking. Her skin soft but tight when I feel it bump my palm, I was so absorbed watching, that I hadnât noticed her waking until she jumped slightly making my eyes dart to hers, her heart beating erratically in her chest in fright.