Death is a glorious thing when one can find a reason to live in spite of it.
I have roamed the earth for over three millennia alone, secretly hoping to one day find the other half of my soul. The one woman who would make my deadened heart beat once more. I never imagined I’d find her in a bloodied heap beneath the claws of a despicable Yazaron, the bane of my existence. I saved her and as a reward was given three days to make her love me or I would cease to be.
She spent those three days in ICU fighting for her life.
Fate, what a cruel bitch.
“Are you okay,” he asked again as he turned back to face her.
“I’m fine,” Blaine snapped. She pushed her hands into the soft soaked ground beneath her in an attempt to gain some footing to right herself on her own. It didn’t work, her actions only served to force her deeper into the makeshift quicksand.
“You don’t seem fine.” He bent, situated his hands under each of her arms and lifted her easily, placing her back on the rock again.
“Really, I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
He looked up, his ungodly green eyes piercing into hers. “I’m aware of that, but I’m going to help you anyway.” There was sadness in his eyes and vulnerability in his tone and mannerisms. She’d never witnessed either before in all the time that she had been acquainted with Hayze. It was a side of him she didn’t like, and if she never saw it again it would be too soon.
Blaine looked away, her hand fisted in her wet lap as Hayze lifted her lost shoe from the lake, poured the water out of it and placed it back on her soaked foot. If she had the use of both of her feet she would’ve been hauling ass back to the Haus to hide up in her room for the remainder of her time here.
“Seriously, you don’t need to—”
“Just stop. My helping you doesn’t mean anything, I get that. I got it the second I saved you and you rewarded me by giving me your sexy little ass to kiss. I get it, Blaine. You hate me for whatever the reason.”