Chapter 8

Flame crossed her legs at the ankles and shifted on her large seat for what she counted as the sixth time. Nuriel had gone to answer a knock on the door which gave her a few minutes to pull herself together. 

He came back, a large tray in his hands which he placed on the lovely curved table. She stared at the contents with much delight. It had been over three days since she last ate. And the food she'd last eaten was nothing pleasing. 

The smell from the tray filled her nostrils and her stomach growled. She wrapped an arm around it and looked down . It truly was embarrassing.

She heard the angel chuckle before he began serving her. 

" You should eat. The healer said you're frail from not taking care of yourself. " he stated. 

"Healer? " she asked. She had no recollection of seeing any sort of healer. 

" Yes. I called her when I brought you here. You were unconscious, " he casually stated as he set the served meal in front of her.

Nothing on the gold like plate seemed familiar. There were some things shaped like carrots only they were a deep red. And some yellow grain like things which smelt a lot like apples. But there was also some kind of meat and what she assumed was bread. 

"Is the food not to your liking? Would you prefer something else? " Nuriel asked in seeing her curious examination of the food. 

"No ..no, It's fine, great actually. Thanks, " she rapidly said before proceeding to take a bite. She started with the bread since it at least looked normal enough to eat. 

And one bite had her hooked. It tasted like vanilla donuts with jelly on top. And before she knew it she had eaten all the three pieces on her plate. Next came the carrot looking thingys which were also nothing like she expected. It was like a cranberry and chocolate had had a baby. Then the baby was dipped in peanut butter. Strange, but that was exactly what she thought as she ate the last one. The seedy grains were even better. They tasted somewhat like hazelnut cookies which had been crumbled up. 

She ate everything on the tray.... Every last thing. There was even a drink which she thought was juice but tasted like some vintage wine. And she gulped it all down to the last drop. 

Nuriel watched her as she ate. She must have really been starving. Which meant that those creatures who had her had not been feeding her enough, if they had been feeding her at all. He wanted to raise them back to life and personally kill them all over again. With his bare hands! 

Once she was done, she leaned back against the seat and sighed, clearly satisfied. 

"Do you want more? " he asked just to be sure and she shook her head. 

" If I eat any more I'll surely burst! "

"I doubt that's physically possible, " he remarked seriously and Flame turned to him to Gage whether he was joking. It didn't seem like he was. He actually seemed pretty serious. 

She let out a short laugh, " It was an expression. I just meant that I'm full, " she explained and he gave her a curt nod. Having her seated there with the knowledge that she was dressed in nothing else apart from his shirt and being unable to do anything was torment. 

But he had to take things slow. For now at least. 

"Okay, shall we discuss the matters at hand now?" he asked and she lazily sat up. 

"Sure. So tell me, what am I doing here? " Deep down, she was still unsure whether or not it was real. Whether she really was seated next to an angel. 

" We'll get to that soon enough. First tell me what you were doing in that cursed institution! " Flame sucked in a breath. That was definitely a conversation she wasn't going to have. 

"That's none of your business. " she informed him. Then started playing with the hem of the shirt she had on. He was way taller than her and the shirt reached just past her mid-thigh.

"Actually everything that concerns you IS my business. "

She scoffed. The nerve of him. 

"Look, you might have saved me from the fire and all... " Which she was certain she had nothing to do with, "..but that doesn't give you the right to meddle in my affairs! " she finished off. Not that being locked up in an asylum was really an 'affair ' but as long as he got the point. 

"I did not save you from-" she put her hand up and shushed him. She knew very well where he was going with that and she was not letting him get there. 

Nuriels blood boiled. She might be his mate but she had no right to disrespect him. A fact that he would soon make sure she learnt. 

"I'll ask you for the last time. What were you doing there? "

"I don't have to tell you anything! You don't own me! " she shot back with just as much edge. 

"That, m'eudail is where you're wrong. I do own you. Every inch of you for that matter, " 

Flame stood. Fury making her features. What right did he have to make such rulings! To speak of her as if she were some piece of property he'd just acquired. 

" Listen here and you better listen carefully angel. I. Don't. Belong. To. Anyone! Get that? " She meant it. If he had taken her there just to try and possess her then he should have left her where he found her. 

He held her gaze with his. And Flame felt him do that magnet thing again. Forcing her to unwillingly go over to him. Fighting him was useless. 

"Stop that!.. I said stop! "

He didn't. And soon she was standing right next to his seated form. Then she started lowering herself down onto his laps. His wings were now outstretched and she realized just how long they were. 

She grunted as she tried not to let him win. 

He won anyway. 

She looked away from him. Unable to meet those inhumanly captivating eyes of his. She was not a machine for him to operate. And she would make that clear. He couldn't just do whatever he felt like.

But her anger at his actions did nothing to block the effect being that close to him had on her. She was butter, he was heat and she was without a doubt melting. 

"Look at me, " it sounded more of a command. Like hell she was going to obey it. 

"I said look at me.. or should I just make you? " 

That..... that... that angel! jeez! Even her insults sounded more like complements. 

She gritted her teeth and glared at him. 

His eyes. They held her in a trance. Her heart didn't beat faster, it stopped. He wrapped one arm around her waist and she tried not to make a sound. The contact, despite how simple, was doing things to her. 

She felt the warmth from his hand seep through the material of the shirt and go straight to her own skin. And his scent filled her lungs, her nipples suddenly hardened and she pressed her thighs together. Trying not to pay attention to the new sensation building up at her center. 

"I'm not your freaking slave! " she uttered. Her eyes flicking to his lips on their own volition. 

" I never said you were. "

"No, you said you own me which is worse. " her voice was not as threatening as she hoped it would be. Actually, it was far from it. She sounded breathy..... needy. 

She hated that she did. 

"Of course I do. You're my Doseth which means that we are tied-"

"Whoa whoa, I'm sorry..... I'm your what now? " she asked. Now he was just making up words. 

Nuriel tightened his grip around her. Sending those little flakes of sensation all the way to the juncture between her thigh. Did he realise the effect he was having on her? 

"You're my Doseth...." he repeated in that husky voice that was now razored with a new intensity. "....YOU are my chosen. " 

She scoffed and stared at him sceptically. Wanting to ask what he meant but afraid that the answer would be more than she could handle.