Cold Touch


"Anyway kitten, I was on my way to the Pub to get some refreshments and food, I haven't eat since last night patrol rounds. Want to join me, its on me." She extended her hand inviting the shorter one.

Well I had not ate since last nigh when I checked in the Varders Inn, and my resources are pretty limited after a five day trip from the Magistrate's District. And besides, when have I said no to free food.

"Well then, I hope you don't mind going in this," she made a movement with her left hand casting a long staff made of metal, a power crystal in the middle of the star shaped tip, "just hold me by the waist and you will be fine, I promise" she said gleefully.

I got on the 'broom', one leg on each side, Evie looks at me, her eyes showing displease, "Not like that, we ride like ladies." She then sat on the device sideways, legs together on the same side.

"What's wrong with my way?, it seems easier to keep my balance this way."

"It's just- I am the witch, you just need to trust me." She sounded nervous and insecure for some reason, was she embarrassed or something? I complied to her request, even if it made no sense to me. "Great now, hug me from the waist," I did, but it was strange, I mean it felt, different than touching other people, "no, not like that, tighter, get closer to me so you don't fall off."

My cheek on her back, she was cold, but not biting cold, it felt nice, and warm, it was confusing. She used a spell and we took off, we were flying, and it was fast, she had so much control over her staff she was making it flip around and pirouettes, it was exciting like chasing a poor soul thru the pitch black night, my heart was pumping hard in my chest. I wonder if she could feel my heartbeat thru her clothes.

It might have taken us longer than walking, but, it was such a blast. Now in the ground we got off the staff, Evie was looking at me, intrigued by something, my jacket perhaps? In the pub the smell of a beef broth and vegetables was making my stomach growl audibly. The canteen was pretty much was one would expect from a lumber town, wooden bar, wooden stools, wooden tables and chairs, wooden walls and floor, wooden shelf with bottles of rum and other liquors.

Evie goes to the bar and calls the bearded fellow that runs place, she tells him something, I could not hear the conversation as a heated discussion was filling the space at the darts. It seemed that a bet was in place and lost by one of the lumberjacks and he was pissed with the woman that defeated him. I turned towards the conflict, and there I saw a woman, in a peak physical shape, a scarf covering her neck, a bandage on her cheek near her eye… is this the target? I took an impression scroll out of my jacket's pocket and pointed it to her for two seconds, the magic paper reacts to the light and creates a drawing of the scene.

"Come on Maeve, I got us a table in the private dinning room. I hope you like steak."

I was so hungry, I just nodded and followed her, leaving my prey behind. Well it's not like I could just knock her out in the middle of the room at this time of the day, those men are probably sober enough to recall my face and bright pink hair.

The private dinning room was in the second floor, it was still wooden tables and chairs, but, the quality of the wood was much better, one chair alone must be in the hundred of crystals price range. Vines and flower designs carved on the dark wood, white tablecloths with golden vines adorn it them, a yellow crystal candelabra, it was all suitable for royals. I felt out of place, even if it was only the two of us in there.

Maybe I can get her to help me, all I need is some information about the owl's apprentice and then I can move on and left this weird feeling in my chest behind me.

"I think I found the one that stole my booty, here is a dra-"

"You said you are from Trade District right?" She inquired in a serious tone.

"Oh yeah… I mean no!" How did she?

"A magistrate's spy. I really thought you were a child for a moment, that tiny stature, that cute voice, but, I guess that's the tigron blood in you. If it wasn't for the broom ride on our way here, I might have missed on your obvious developed body." She sounded pleased with her findings as she pointed at my chest.

She casts a spell with her fingers, my wrists now in ice shackles. She got up and round the table to stand next to my chair. I couldn't run, even if my legs were not under a spell. Her hand feels cold as she grabs me by the face, her thumb brushing against my lower lip. Bite her!, I thought, but all I could do was stare at her…

Why don't I hate this, her blue eyes looking thru mine, her fingers on my skin?
What is this heat?
And why do her lips look, tasty?


Author's note: H3lb. Well, I guess this story might be M rated. Also sorry for making chapters this short, but it felt right.