A Demon's Promise (Soul Savers Book 1) by Kristie Cook

Author:Kristie Cook [Cook, Kristie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ang'dora Productions, LLC
Published: 2020-06-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

As December slipped into January and January disappeared into February, I spent as much time as I could writing . . . when I wasn’t in class or with Tristan. I was surprised at how easily most of the story came to me, almost as though it wrote itself and I was just a tool. My Aikido lessons didn’t go quite as well—I struggled with anything but the most basic moves—but I kept with them, if anything, because even as bad as I was, we still had fun together. And Tristan said it was good practice for him and his patience.

Then came Valentine’s Day and my birthday five days later, and both were miserable. I caught a horrible cold that fell into my chest and became bronchitis. I felt even worse because Tristan had planned a weekend in Orlando for my birthday that included seeing one of our favorite bands in concert. Instead, he made me homemade soup, and we watched my favorite movies.

“You probably shouldn’t be here,” I said to him my first miserable night, my voice hoarse and nasally.

“It’s Valentine’s. Of course I want to be with my love.” He sat on my bed with me curled in his arms.

“You really don’t want to catch this, though.” A fit of coughing emphasized my point.

“I don’t get sick,” he said. “I didn’t think you could, either.”

I started to answer, but coughing took over again. My head and shoulders and chest—oh, hell, my whole body—ached from the jostling.

“I guess my body’s not that strong,” I finally said. “My skin can heal, but according to Sophia, my internal organs aren’t as powerful. I’ll get over it quicker than most, but I still get sick.”

Another fit of coughing took over before I could finish.

“I’m still somewhat normal, in other words,” I croaked.

“That explains how the wine made you drunk,” he said.

“You don’t get drunk?”

Tristan shook his head.

“Huh. I wonder if Sophia can.”

“Nope,” she called from the kitchen. Her sense of hearing was unbelievable. If I didn’t feel so bad, I would have gotten up and closed the door, but it wasn’t like I was up to needing privacy tonight.

Tristan looked at me as though considering me in a whole different light. “What about your bones?”

“We don’t know. That cut last fall was the worst I’ve ever been hurt. I’ve never broken a bone, so we don’t know if they’ll heal on their own or not.”

“Hmm . . . you’re more fragile than I realized,” Tristan said. I looked at his face, trying to understand the grim tone. “I must be extra careful with you from now on.”

The next week, I swore he pulled back even more than usual during my Aikido lessons, and although he blamed the cooler weather, he always showed up in the Mercedes instead of on the motorcycle if I was going anywhere with him.

I was mostly disappointed but a little bit relieved that he had to cancel the plans for Orlando. A weekend away, just the two of us, would likely take us to the next level .

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