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Word Count: 296
A Kiss for Shelter
Things Forgotten
Before better judgment could caution her, the name already uttered passed her lips in a whisper, "Arashi!"
Byakuya's gaze whipped to her so fast she visibly startled. A suddenly nervous hand fingered the hem of her kameez as she looked away, inwardly berating herself.
"You know of him?" He spoke as steadily as he could, but she was not fooled, his ire had risen once again. His reiatsu prickled against her skin in warning.
Her eyes closed, trying to reduce the pace of her heart with calm even breaths. Finally, reluctantly, she replied, "Yes. He is the one… He was my mistress' chosen."
Again the noble felt a hand twisting in his stomach, an uncomfortable crawling feeling making his spiritual pressure pulse.
"But- I have not seen him in some years… He's a reasonable man- I can think of no purpose he might have in saying such things- and he never acts without purpose." She turned toward him, hoping that that truth might tame the lashing energy she felt nipping at her.
Jaw aching it was clenched so tight, Byakuya only looked away. She knows him so well?
When he chose not to comment she added, "We only met but twice. Once- upon- my- initiation… And then again simply to-,"
"I have no need of an explanation." He said firmly, shooting her a glance that demanded her silence. Practical and pragmatic he informed calmly, "I will resolve the matter."
Just when she was beginning to feel relieved by the resurgence of his levelheaded demeanor his eyes narrowed on her again. She stiffened.
"Did you venture here on your own?"
"Well…Yes, my lord."
Thoughtful light dawned in his eyes, but he shifted his gaze away, "It is not prudent that you should be out without an escort."