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In Your Eyes
Chapter 6
Something was rubbing her back—that was all she could piece together. Ami felt as if she were floating in a blissful cloud of darkness. Anytime she felt on the verge of remembering something it dissipated back into that abyss.
Ami.
That name, she knows that name but whose is it. A tingling sensation wiggled its way into the peacefulness that Ami so desperately wanted to remain. Soon what only started as a tingle soon erupted into a nagging prickly feeling.
Ami.
That time she felt warm wind caressing her ear. Someone or something groaned and then the warm breeze was beside her ear once again.
Ami.
With an annoyed groan Ami opened her eyes, only to be met with a pair of brown ones. Surprised, Ami jerked back and hit her head on the ground—hard.
"Dammit."
"Oh, sorry," Daralis put on a sheepish grin that Ami had to grudgingly admit looked cute on her.
Lifting up on her shoulders Ami's hand instinctively reached toward her now pounding head. Pointedly glaring up at the girl her frown deepened when Daralis released a few chuckles.
"What are you laughing at?"
The girl tried to assure Ami that she was not laughing at her; however the smile on her face did nothing for her argument. Still too tired to argue Ami settled for trying to figure out why in the world she was lying on a dirt floor below a canopy of pine trees with only a small woolen blanket to keep away the night chill. How long was I out?
"Oh, for about four or five hours?" With a start Ami cocked her head to the side and wondered if witches really did exist around this time.
With a secretive smile Daralis turned her back on the still suspicious Ami and grabbed a bucket behind her that Ami had not noticed earlier.
"Here drink this, you must be thirsty since you never got a chance to drink since…" She trailed off and turned somewhere inside herself, the forgotten spoon lying dangerously loose between her fingers. Within a matter of seconds Daralis came to again and this time there was a small smile on her face and her eyes glittered like dew drops. Returning her grip on the spoon she gently pushed it toward Ami's tightly closed lips. The spoon looked a little sketchy and if what she saw earlier were any indication at least a dozen people had placed their lips around the same spoon. But, she had to admit that she was indeed thirsty. Closing her eyes Ami allowed the liquid to course down her dry throat. It is pretty sad when water can make you feel like you died and went to heaven.
"Thank you." The two of them were alone in a little opening in the forests and by the smell of burning wood the others were nearby.
This was her chance. This was the perfect opportunity to escape. Pushing herself up to a standing position she gritted her teeth and almost fell back again when the pain from her leg kicked in again. Refusing to pass up this opportunity, Ami grabbed the young woman and proceeded to drag her away from the fumes.
"Wait, what?"
The girl had dug her heels into the dirt and dragging her became close to impossible. Ami might have been bigger than her, but bigger did not necessarily mean stronger. With a frustrated sigh she whipped around to face Daralis with a face that clearly stated you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me.
"We have got to go?"
The confusion that flashed on the woman's face ignited Ami's agitation even more. Daralis opened her mouth—
"Where are you intending to go?"
But it was not her voice that came out.
This was just not Ami's year. Refusing to look away from the young woman's face Ami was disgusted to notice the smile from before reappear on her face. Purposefully tightening her grip on the girl, Ami felt a small sense of satisfaction to see a grimace replace the smile.
How the heck had he crept up on them without her hearing anything? There must be a bazillion branches strewed about in the dirt.
Loathly Ami brought her eyes up to meet the man only a few feet away. He was leaning against a tree but his leaning did nothing to diminish the alertness that radiated from him. Dammit he still looks sexy. He had abandoned his armor somewhere and the white tunic that was left behind hugged his muscles in all the right places. His questioned had been directed at Ami but his eyes were roving over the woman in front of her. Straightening like a panther uncurling he walked slowly but deliberately toward them. Daralis' back went rigid and a chill visibly racked her body as he laid his hand on her shoulders. His head dipped low to her neck and his eyes looked at the piece of flesh as if debating something. He brought his lips near her ear and whispered something that was so low that even though Ami was only a couple of inches from her she could not hear what was being said. The smile became larger and this time was accompanied by a blush. He had stopped whispering but his lips were still near her ear, after a long moment—long in Ami's opinion—he drew away from Daralis. This girl silently but surprisingly quickly released herself from Ami's death grip and stalked toward the camp, but not before throwing a longing glance over her shoulder. Ami was too busy sending the retreating girl pleading looks to notice his attention was on her now. With a wide eyed wild look Ami realized that Daralis would not be her salvation. Refusing to meet his eyes Ami settled for staring at her barefoot feet. She could feel his eyes on her causing her to shift her position every second. They stayed like that for a good two minutes before he said anything.
"Sit." He had a voice that was use to commanding and before Ami knew it she felt the hard ground beneath her. What the hell am I, a dog?
He knelt gracefully in front of her with his back not bending a bit. Ami chanced looking up only to be met with stoic emerald eyes. For a moment she allowed herself to be entranced by his gaze but suddenly she became afraid. Here she is ogling a killer, she must be insane.
"Lift up your skirt."
Her eyes widened and she unconsciously brought her knees closer to her body and wrapped her arms around them. His expression never changed but his eyes were undoubtedly amused.
"I don't like having to repeat myself."
He must be crazy. Tugging her knees even closer to her body she sent him a deer caught in headlights look.
He purposely made his movements slow as he pulled her arms from around her knees and extended her legs out in front of her. Ami could only look on as he lifted her skirt up to her thighs. A dark red blush painted itself on her face and she tried to remember if she had shaved her legs that week. However, he next thought berated her for even worrying about such a thing.
He was looking at her legs but not with the same desire that he reserved for Daralis's neck. The look he gave was searching and calculating. It soon became clear to Ami that he had no intention of taking advantage of her; instead he focused his intentions on the wound on her leg. She couldn't help but feel offended and was angry with herself that she would even feel that way. She tried to brush his hands away and pull he skirt down, but he was much stronger than she.
"I can take care of it I'm a doc—a healer" Her voice sounded a touch breathless which only made her angrier at herself.
His glanced up at her with the same calculating look he gave her wound.
"You must not be a very smart one if you would leave a wound untended for this long."
That was it. All the frustration from the last three days roared to the surface and pushed good sense to the background.
"Well, maybe if someone did not decide to start a massacre then I would not be in this shape right now." She was glaring at him at her voice was full of unrestrained anger.
His face never changed but the calculating look became more intense. She could care less how pretty his eyes looked that way, she was mad as hell.
Daralis came back carrying some woolen strip and what looked to be a bunch of leaves. In one smooth motion he straightened himself never taking his eyes off of Ami.
"Be ready in thirty minutes."
With that he strode back toward the camp, confident that they would obey. Well, Ami had no intention of obeying.
