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“Agreed. But tonight, I think Angel has had enough. She’s still recovering and I’d like to get her home.” I say, putting my arm around her shoulders.
“Angel, I’d like to start training you. I trained Lily when she first got her Guardian spirit and I have trained Cara all her life. I’m obviously well versed in the strengths and weaknesses of Guardians. I can help you get back on your feet faster and then help you to get stronger.” Clint suggests.
Angel turns to me. “What do you think?” She asks me. A part of me is proud that, out of everyone in this room, she trusts me enough to ask.
I look at Clint. “You’ll make sure not to push her too far while she’s still recovering?” I ask.
“Absolutely.”
I look at Angel. “Do you want to train with Clint?” She looks from me to Clint and back before smiling. “Yes.”
I nod. “Okay then.”
Cara starts jumping up and down. “Yay! Now I will have a training partner. Rik won’t let me train with the warriors anymore because I’m pregnant, but he can’t complain about me training with you.” She says before coming over and hugging Angel, as if she is the one that came up with the idea.
Rik looks to Clint while Cara is hugging Angel and there is a silent agreement that Clint will make sure that Cara goes easy during her pregnancy. That makes me feel better because Angel will need some time to build her strength.
“Come by tomorrow at 9am. We’ll swim some laps.” Clint says. We say are goodbyes and head home.
I’m excited about training. It’s been years since I trained with my father and I was getting really strong then.
‘We’ll get stronger much faster with Clint as our instructor.’ Alessia says.
‘Do you remember training with him, or remember Andra training with him?’ I ask.
‘Yes, he was patient but tough. Andra was a stronger wolf because of Clint and Donovan.’
I’m lost in my thoughts when Liam speaks. “A penny for your thoughts.”
I smile at him. “Do you actually have a penny?” I ask.
He digs around in his pockets, then begins searching his car, finally coming up with a quarter. “Hey, hey! I should get twenty-five thoughts for this.” I’m laughing, watching his antics.
I take the quarter and set it back into the truck’s console. “I was talking to Alessia about training with Clint and Donovan. She remembers Andra’s training and says he is a good and patient trainer.”
“I had the opportunity to train with him once. He’s a clever fighter. He will teach you a lot of things that will make you a stronger, smarter fighter.” He looks at me, reaching over and taking my hand again before looking back out to the road. “I’d like to train you too when you’re stronger. Maybe you could train with me in the afternoons and Clint and Cara in the mornings?” He asks me.
“You want to train me too?”
“Yes. It’s not that I don’t trust Clint and his ability. I absolutely do. But different people have different styles of fighting and sparring. It will only enhance your training. And if I’m being honest, when you’re up to full strength, it will be good. for my warriors to spar with you too. You will make them better fighters as well.”
“Okay.” I say and he kisses my hand. I’m starting to realize that he kisses my hand when he’s happy, when he’s worried about me or just as the desire hits.
When we arrive back at the packhouse, I know he needs to work, so I tell him I can get back to my room on my own. He insists on walking me up anyway. You’ve had a rough evening. Why don’t you take a hot bath, relax and then get some sleep. I’ll be up later and will check on you.” He reaches down and gently kisses me.
I reach my hands up, placing them on either side of his face, holding him in place. I pull back and look at him. “Thank you, for being there for me tonight. It means a lot to me.
“Any time, beautiful.”
When he leaves, I take his advice and slide into a hot bath. The night has been difficult. So many memories; hard, horrible memories that I didn’t want to relive. I know my dreams will be full of nightmares tonight.
When the water runs cold, I get out and put on one of Liam’s shirts that he gave me to sleep in. The scent of him on the shirt may help, but I’m hoping that maybe he would be willing to lay with me again tonight. He or Cyran have the last two nights after I had a nightmare, so maybe he will again.
I open my door and see that his is open as well. I walk over and gently knock, looking around. I don’t see him, so I step inside. “Liam?”
He walks out of the bathroom, the steam swirling around him as he opens the door. He’s wearing a towel that is hanging low on his hips and gives me a perfect view of his washboard abs. My mouth suddenly feels very dry. He’s rubbing a towel over his hair, so it takes him a minute to see me.
“Angel? Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?”
He tosses the towel on a chair and walks up to me as he’s talking. His hands go to my arms running up and down as if he’s checking for injuries.
“…..un…” My brain isn’t working. I can feel the heat of his body, still warm from his shower. His intoxicating scent seems stronger, and it’s making my head spin.
“Angel?”
“I, um, I was wondering if you would mind, I mean after tonight…I don’t think I can sleep.” Ugh, I’m making a mess of this.
“You want Cyran to come lay down with you? Give me a few minutes to dry off so you don’t have wet wolf smell all over you.” He smiles at me. He doesn’t seem upset at all.
‘Just ask him.’ Alessia purrs in my head.
“Actually, I was wondering if maybe you would mind laying down with me?” I look down, waiting for the rejection.
He lifts my chin, bringing my eyes to his. “You want me to come lay with you?”
I nod.
He kisses my nose. “Give me a minute. I want to put some sleep pants on so we don’t have a repeat of this morning.” He smirks as my eyes go wide.
“Okay. I’ll just…” I jerk my finger over my shoulder in the direction of my room.
“Be right there.”
I go back to my room, feeling nervous. I don’t think he’ll expect anything but I’m not completely sure. I just know that when he and Cyran have been with me, I don’t have nightmares. I crawl into bed, pulling the blankets up to my chin. I’ve just settled when he walks in and closes the door behind him. He’s wearing at- shirt and cotton sleep pants. I wonder if he normally wears pants to bed.
He walks over to the other side of the bed and slides in, laying down and patting his chest. “Come here.”
I lay down on his chest and he wraps one arm around me and pulls his phone up for us to see with the other. “Want to listen to some music?”
I wrinkle my nose.
“What’s that look for?” He asks.