Silas POV She had been hiding from me all day, it was really starting to piss me. Why couldnât she just be in the same room as me. When dinner time came, I walk upstairs to the room only to find her not there.
Where did she go? I swore she said she had been in the room, though her scent wasnât that strong like she hadnât been in here since this morning. Walking back out I look for her only to run into Pluto.
âHave you seen Elora?â I ask him. He nods.
âYeah in her roomâ He says pointing down the corridor. I turn on my heel going to her old room, pissed off. She knows this room isnât fixed yet. Pushing the door open I was a little shocked to find it cleaned up, though there was a terrible draft, the wood not sealing completely closed against the stone walls.
She looks up as I enter, she was next to the fireplace trying to get the kindle to catch a light with a lighter.
âYou canât stay in here you will freezeâ I tell her stepping in.
âI will be fine, you can goâ She says, and I could feel how pissed off she was with our mates for ditching her. Jealousy hitting me at her only ever wanting them near. I watch her struggle with the kindle, which was too wet to light with the lighter, I was nearly tempted to leave her with it just to force her out of this room.
âJust sleep in the room, I will sleep in the studyâ I tell her. She shakes her head stubbornly.
âElora!â I call out to her and she looks up at me.
âJust leave I donât want you in hereâ She snaps, and I growl low at her tone, her eyes snapping to me filled with worry. Just walk away, walk away. I tell myself when I want nothing more then to drag her out kicking and screaming to where I know she will be warmer and my son not freezing solid inside her overnight.
I turn about to leave when I stop turning around and walking over to her before bending down, I suck in a breath before blowing it out, the room heating instantly, and she jumps back as the logs catch alight. I then walk out leaving her like she wanted. Trying to remember she is pregnant and hormonal, and not realising how rude she just came off.
Walking off, I go make dinner slamming the pots and pans around a little too loudly in my anger while I try and find the frypan I like using. Pluto walking in to see what the commotion is.
âYou right buddyâ He asks, and I glare at him not meaning to. He puts his hands up.
âHey just checking on youâ He says.
âIâm fine Elora is just being difficultâ I tell him and he steps into the kitchen.
âI wouldnât take it personally I have seen her snap at Dragus a few timesâ He says which actually shocked me they always seem so cosy around each other.
âWell for me it is personal because the woman hates meâ
âShe will come around, Elora is forgivingâ I nod not really believing him.
âWant some help?â
âIf you want, where is your brother?â I ask him.
âIn the city with his girlfriendâ
âHe has a girlfriend already?â I ask.
âYeah, not a mate though just some bird he likesâ Pluto tells me.
âWhat are we making?â Pluto asks.
âHamburgers, you can butter the buns when they come out of the grillâ
Pluto nods placing the buns in while I start frying onion and the patties.
Eloraâs POV Silas was right this room was freezing, I could tell he was angry with the way I spoke to him and I felt guilty for snapping at him. He came in and placed dinner on the table telling me to eat before walking out.
I didnât even have a chance to thank him he left as soon as he came in. Laying in bed I froze. The draft was awful and made a horrid whistling noise as it came through the gaps. Getting up. I stoke the fire warming hands on it. The logs were nearly gone and it was starting to go out. Grabbing my dressing gown, I put my slippers on, going to get more. Walking outside, it was snowing. I hated the weather here, one minute it was fine the next it snowed never an in between. I canât wait for summer at least then the days were longer and a little warmer though not much with the mountains surrounding the place blocking the sun most of the time, the nights were usually cold still.
Walking outside my feet froze instantly, painfully so as the snow went straight through the fabric. I could barely see in front of my face as I walked toward the stables in search of wood. Most of the logs were wet still from the storm and I needed to get back before the fire went completely out.
No such luck as I walk in and find it only glowing red as it smothered itself in the ash. I drop the logs in and wait seeing if anything catches alight. Thinking of asking Pluto, I walk out but could hear him snoring when I open the door. I pop my head in and catch him talking in his sleep making me chuckle.
Nothing of what he said making sense.
Closing the door, I walk back to my room, the draft hitting me instantly making me shiver. I hesitate before walking upstairs to Silas to see if he would relight it for me, though with the way I spoke to him, I wouldnât be surprised if he said no. Walking in, he was sitting in bed. Shock hitting me when I see him reading a baby book. He puts the book down looking over at me. The sight of him reading it worried me, like he was planning on taking my baby.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks looking at me.
âThe fire went out and the wood is wetâ I tell him. He nods getting up off the bed.
âWhat are reading?â I ask already knowing.
âSome baby book I saw Matitus reading,â He answers looking down at me as he approaches, he doesnât say anything else.
âYou want me to light the fire or are you coming to sleep in here?â He asks when I just stand there like an idiot staring at him.
âRightâ I tell him turning around to walk back downstairs.
âWhere did your mind just go?â He asks making me stop and look back at him.
âWhat do you mean?â I ask.
âNothing donât worry about itâ He says giving me a strange look.
âYou can always sleep in here with meâ He says but I shake my head walking down the stairs. Walking into the room, Silas follows before growling behind me.
âItâs freezing in here, youâre not sleeping in hereâ He says grabbing my hand pulling me back.
âYour fucking hands are freezingâ He says when I pull my hand from his grip.
âCan you just light the damn fire pleaseâ I ask him. He folds his arms across his chest.
âNo, sleep in the roomâ
âItâs fine when the fire is going, please I donât want to wake Plutoâ I tell him climbing in the bed.
âNo youâre being stupid, just come upstairsâ
âNoâ I tell him, and he glares at me. I return his glare pissed off, its easy for him to light the damn thing and he is refusing all because I wonât sleep in the room. He mutters something under his breath before suddenly turning and walking out.
âSilas!â
âWake Pluto thenâ He calls back.
âFucking stupid ass tree, breaking the wallâ I mutter before wriggling down under the blanket and pulling it over my head to keep warm. The longer the night was the colder it got, the snow wet the ply wood covering the hole, and even snow managed to get into the room making it like a freezer inside.
My teeth chattering, and I my body shivered freezing. Tossing the blanket off I go to wake Pluto or find another room, the cooks arenât here so maybe I can stay in one of their rooms.
Walking out, I go to the one closest to the kitchen next to the stairs, opening the door I stop feeling like I was invading someoneâs privacy, when I notice the pictures on the wall. Closing the door, I look to the stairs debating whether or not to go climb in bed with him. My teeth chattering so loudly I could hear it.
I walk up the stairs, giving up and not wanting to wake Pluto though I know he wouldnât mind if I did.
Walking in the lights were off and I look at the fireplace burning in the corner nice and warm. I walk over to it warming my hands when I hear movement behind me making me look over my shoulder. Silas tosses the blanket back before tapping the bed and I look back at the fire.
âYou would be warmer in here with me once you get over your tantrumâ He says, and I roll my eyes pressing my lips into a line. Turning around I climb in the bed he chucks the covers over me and I press my feet against his bare legs making him jump from how cold they were.
âBloody freezingâ He shrieks making me smile.
âShould have lit the fire thenâ I tell him. He mumbles something before pulling me closer and rolling me and pulling my back against his chest.
âPut your feet between my legs till they warm upâ He says.
âYou have no pants onâ I tell him feeling his rod digging into my back.
âHow can you even be hard when its freezing, shouldnât you get shrinkageâ I tell him moving away only for him to pull me back.
âMy cock isnât cold feel free to warm your hands on itâ He says with a chuckle. I press my cold feet on him, and he jumps slightly before opening his legs and I jam them between them letting them warm.
âSee isnât this better than the cold room downstairs?â He asks. I say nothing because it was better but I didnât want to admit that to him. The sparks rushing across my skin also warming me. When my feet warm up I wriggle my feet out before rolling on my back, Silas hand rubbing my belly when he tugs my hip wanting me to face him.
âWhat Silas?â I ask when he does it again.
âNothing I just want you closerâ He says, and I roll facing him.
I try and sleep his hand rubbing the side of my belly that was pressed against his rock-hard abdomen.
âHave you picked any names yet?â He asked. My eyes snapping open to find his watching me.
âNo and arenât you planning on taking the baby, so wouldnât you pick its nameâ I tell him. I know it was petty to say, yet his question angered me. His brows furrow and I could feel his confusion through the bond.
âYou still think I would take our son from you?â He asks.
âYou think itâs a boy?â I ask.
âI know it isâ He says.
âHow?â
âClaire told meâ
âWhat else did Claire say?â
âIt doesnât matter, just that it was a boy and Abbie is having a girlâ I nod liking the thought of having a son.
âI wonât take him from you lora, I never should have said thatâ I nod but not really believing him, he says that now, but what happens when he gets angry again, he now has the perfect ammunition to hurt me, use our son against me.
âDonât think that, I wonât take him from youâ He says moving my hair from my face before he pulls me closer.
âI know you donât believe me, but youâll trust me eventuallyâ He says kissing my head before rolling on his back pulling me closer, I put my head on his chest my hand moving down his abs when he grabs it.
âProbably not a good idea doing that I am uncomfortable enoughâ He says, and I stop putting my hand on his chest.
âSorryâ I mutter closing my eyes.
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