Wedding Day Pt2
5 Years Ago
By Selena Illyria
Copyright © Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
Interracial, Paranormal

When Sebastian awoke he was in bed. How he got there, he didn’t know. He sat up, the silken covers slipping over his bare chest. Lifting the covers he saw he was naked. Someone had undressed him. He looked all over. His gaze fell on his torn and bloody clothing, folded neatly on a pile. Throwing back the covers he swung his legs over the side and stood up. His vision swam and he sat back down, hand to his head, eyes squeezed shut. The doors opened and closed softly.
“Hey, you’re up, how are you feeling?”
He recognized Toryn’s voice before him.
“Dizzy and I don’t think I can stand,” a throbbing began, starting over his right eye. Hissing softly he slid back into bed and pulled the covers over his body, eyes still shut, his hand pressed to his forehead. “How is Lea?”
“Lea is still unconscious but still breathing. She seems stable but she has lost a lot of blood.”
Relief filled Sebastian but it was only temporary.
“And the swirls?”
“They’re still there. Father is on his way, he’ll be here shortly. I can tell that you seem to have healed but you’ve lost a lot of blood. It will take a bit longer for you to recover.”
“Once father has arrived summon me. Also, bring Lea to me, place her by my side.”
“Brother . . .”
“Do it!” Sebastian ordered.
“Fine, fine.”
Sebastian heard Toryn retreat and the doors close. He wanted to sleep but felt restless. When he tried to sit up another wave of dizziness hit him and he lay back down. The doors opened and he heard Toryn’s voice giving out direction. He felt the covers on the other side of the bed move and then he felt the weight of another body sinking down on the mattress. Automatically he moved toward that person, pull her against him, he inhaled her sweet perfume, felt the softness of her hair against his chest, reveled in the way her curves felt against his body.
“Leave us,” he ordered.
He heard footsteps retreat and the doors close. With closed eyes, he raised his hand and ran it through her hair.
“Soon my love, you will bound to me and I will save you. But after that I will have to leave you. I made a promise, a vow. If I break it I will never see you again and I cannot live with that.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her head and expelled a sigh. Soon, she would be bound to him as his wife by the sacred vows that existed for his people since the dawn of time. Once she was saved and completely healed he would take her memory and then disappear as if he and the cemetery and the attack had never happened. One day he hoped that there would be a way to get back to her, to be with her, but for now these few moments, holding her in his arms would have to do.