"Hold up, let us finish and we'll come with you. We need to show Knox the borders anyway." Jaxon calls after me.
"Not border patrol Son, Josie works at the hospital now." I hear Dad correct my eldest brother just as I close the front door to silence.
....
Knox, that was his name.
Why have I spent half of my shift at the hospital thinking about Knox.
Soaking bandages in the herbal concoction I use on a daily basis, I lay them out to try in my small preparation room. I wasn't medically trained but had a natural interest in natural remedies, using plants and herbs to speed up certain recovery processes. It was usually the broken arm from warriors at training, it was very rare I had to deal with blood or open wounds in my role here.
But we practice for the worse and often run pretend attack protocols, preparing for an influx of severe casualties...which thankfully hasn't happened.
But as Doctor Abel says, it's best to be primed than ill prepared.
My body skin was warming from the memory of those eyes roaming the length of me, my mind not concentrating on the task in hand that I didn't hear the door open...or my voice being called from behind.
As soon as my elbow is gripped, my body jumps into defence mode...my hands reaching for his throat as the bowl of herbal remedy is knocked to the floor.
"Chill, it's just me." George tuts as he pulls my hands away from his throat.
"What are you doing here?" My hands clench into tiny balls by my side, my frustration at his intrusion needing an outlet as my nails dig into my palms.novelbin
"I was saying goodbye, I'm heading home. I called out to you...I even knocked on the door."
"I didn't hear you." My hands moves up to rub down my face, I didn't hear him because I was engrossed about somebody else. Somebody I didn't even know. What was going on with me...
I could hear Doctor Abel's and Dad's voice outside in the corridor, which meant Dad let George into the hospital. Usually outsiders weren't allowed to visit here, but then I suppose George is a member of the Clear Waters pack. "George...I think we need to cool things off for a bit." I sigh out, bending down to pick up my now empty bowl.
"What do you mean?"
"You want things I can't give you..." I stand up, turning but he turns me, pulls me to him.
"You give me everything I need beautiful." His hands grip at my hips, as he pulls me deeper into him...his nose moving to my neck. The seductive meaning clear in his tone.
"No, stop....I just, I can't be the girlfriend you want me to be. I've got too much going on here..."
"Well Jaxon and Jace are back now."
"And?"
"And, they'll take certain things back under their control. Like the weapons training, which will free you up more."
But I don't want to be freed up, weapons training was mine...I had worked hard to be appointed into that position. To hell if my brothers think they can take that away from me.
"Maybe I'm not making myself clear...we need a break from each other..."
His eyes turn cold the moment I seethe out my words. His face no longer on my neck, the seduction gone...anger registering on his face...as his jaw tenses.
"You forget, who else is going to want you.." His words are laced with bitterness, as his hand grips my arm tightly.
"Is there a problem here?" A low voice, more like a rumble, comes from the doorway. George's grip on my arm vanishes but the dark brown eyes of the male standing by the door has clogged it, his arms crossed over his broad chest. George jumps back, that coldness shifting instantly to a careless gaze.
"Whatever Josie, just call me when you change your mind."
Which will be never.
George goes to move past Knox, but the broody male makes a point of blocking the doorway, a level of coldness settling across this compact room as his eyes bleed out into a black colour, his wolf coming forward.