"Tell me Sash, is it working?" Jamie saw her in the kitchen. She was busy with some concoction to give to Rhys.
She closed her eyes not wanting to answer, but damn if he wasn't there in her thoughts too.
"I know very well what you're up too," Jamie said in her mind. "Are you sure its worth it because I know he's not the only one. Really, he isn't that one, at all, now is he?"
Sasha just gritted. Couldn't he leave very well enough alone. It was no concern of his. And she she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Sasha looked back at him, and he was reading the paper with that cat in his lap. No where near her.
"What do you want from me?" She came over to him then, knowing he was much stronger in this sort of art than she'd ever be.
"Oh, you'd know already," He gave her a hint of a smile. "But is there anything I could do for you." His ominous eyes looked up at her.
"Like what?" She winced.
"Um, a certain someone you've left in the cold." He pursed his lips a little as if he might give too much away.
"He's no concern of yours."
"And what if that little one tucked away in you is his instead of this idiot's that you call husband." He slyly smiled.
"But its not. Really."
"If only you knew for sure, is that it?" He looked at her blankly.
Sasha backed away. There was something frightening by the look he gave her. Jamie grabbed her hand before she knew he even touched it.
"Don't be afraid." He told her. "I only want to help you."
He dropped her hand then, and it felt like dead weight. Sasha wondered if he had the ability...no, she didn't want to dare think it.
this too shall pass
5 hours ago