My Knight
I'd only been back in the water a few minutes when I heard a twig snap from somewhere nearby. It was like a bad horror-movie cliché, but terrifying nonetheless.
I shot out of the water, splashing everywhere, scrambling over the side as I heard a rustle of leaves and brush.
"Bastien!" I yelled, running back into the house.
He tore into the room, face pale and alarmed.
"What's the matter?"
I backed away from the patio, pointing.
"There's someone out there."
Nothing could really hurt me, of course, but being immortal does not relieve a person of instinctual fear and caution. There'd be time to feel embarrassed about girly behavior later.
His eyes cut to the patio, and he moved outdoors without any hesitation to look around.
My knight. I waited in the kitchen, dripping water onto the wood floor, my heart still thumping. He returned a few minutes later and shook his head.
"There's nothing out there. You imagined it."