Isaiah's Undoing- the Warrior's Curse by Tigris Eden

Author:Tigris Eden [Eden, Tigris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kats Kreative Ideas
Published: 2020-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Isaiah pulled Dalila from the steaming shower, not thinking clearly. He could have burned her to death if she weren’t already suffering. He wrapped her in a towel and quickly walked her to his room then laid her gently on his bed, which had also suffered due to his burning.

He had said that he would protect her, and he hadn’t. He hadn’t realized that he would also need to protect her from himself. He raged quite frequently, and although his brothers would not be harmed, Dalila, as a mortal, could.

He gently smoothed her hair from her face, which was now softer than ever. The heat from his body had dried it almost instantly. Her curls were no longer full and springy, but tightly coiled about her head. Isaiah almost laughed. Even with blisters on her face and lips, she was still a vision.

Raz entered the room and stood at the door. Isaiah kept his back to his brother, but shot a glare over his shoulder.

“Don’t you ever touch her, Raz, not with your hands or your mind. Try to scare her into submission again, and we will have unpleasant words, brother,” Isaiah growled.

“I did what needed to be done,” Raz growled right back. “If anyone needs to watch themselves where the mortal is concerned, it’s you. I didn’t leave a bruise or blister on her skin.” Raz walked back toward the front of the house and began a conversation with Grey.

Isaiah scooped Dalila up into his arms and had the bed, as well as its bedding, replaced. One moment, the bed was burned with the sheets melted to the mattress, and the next, there was another clean, fresh, and smoke-free bed in its place. Touching the woman was something he needed to stop engaging in. Isaiah laid her upon the mattress and walked toward the front of the house to join his brothers.

“You should see to the human,” Grey replied when he saw Isaiah approach them in the dining room.

“I will. I just wanted to get my point across to dickhead over there. And also to you,” Isaiah whispered. He was pissed, and he needed to calm himself before he burnt the whole fucking farmhouse to the ground.

“No one—absolutely no one—touches her, Grey. When this is over, you will wipe her. And Raz, if you so much as look at her sideways, I will rip your head from your shoulders myself.”

Isaiah headed back down the hall, breathing harshly. He was being irrational, and he knew it, but he didn’t care enough to stop. Raz was an idiot if he thought that Isaiah would let him play games with Dalila. She was mortal; she was everything and nothing to him at the same time.

Where did that thought come from?

He couldn’t allow such thoughts or ideas to dance through his mind or simmer in his gut, festering like a wound ready to burst.

Isaiah eased into the room and saw that Dalila was resting comfortably in bed. He sent a suggestion of deep sleep so he would have time to figure out what his next move should be.

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