“What kind of question is that?” Elizabeth joked, but Henry’s serious expression made her think that he wasn’t kidding like she initially thought.
“Can you answer me? Do you believe in supernatural?” he repeated his question.
“Like that TV show?”
“No. That show is stupid, they got almost everything wrong. So, do you?” Henry scoffed and pressed further.
“No, of course,
The landscape in front of the cottage left Elizabeth breathless. It was like a postcard scene, a wooden house, the stone path to the lake surrounded by trees and bushes. Sun was high, and ray beams were reflecting on the water surface, creating a beautiful sight. It all looked like a small piece of heaven right here in front of them. “It’s breathtaking,” Elizabeth whispered, not wanting to disturb this perfectness in any way. She turned around herself and faced Henry eye to eye, still holding the rolling pin in her hand. Henry’s posture was tense, but it was obvious that he was giving his best not to look like a threat. “Liz, before I do what I am about to do, you have to know something. Under no circumstances will I be able to hurt you. It’s physically impossible for me to do you harm. Your safety and well-being come first for me. Do you understand?” “Is that why you kidnapped me? To keep me safe?” she mocked. Henry took one deep breath and asked: “What if I told you that I am a
“So, a dragon… With wings and claws and scales…” Elizabeth couldn’t keep her curiosity at bay, so she was the first one to speak after Henry took a seat, this time closer to her, so now they were only a couple of inches apart. “I still can’t believe you are taking this so calmly. Just a few hours ago, you were saying that I’m delusional and wanted to have me committed to a loony.”
“This is all too much,” Elizabeth groaned and leaned back in the armchair, putting her hands on her face. She took deep breaths, trying to collect her thoughts, but everything she heard from Henry was becoming confusing fog in her head that she had no desire to chase away. “Relax, Liz. Everything will be ok.” Henry spoke softly, knowing that even his voice was starting to have a calming effect on h
And that was the truth. She didn’t want to leave. No matter how everything began, no matter how they met, no matter that he kidnapped her and scared her to death, it all came down to this. She didn’t want to leave. Somehow, somewhere along the way, she stopped being scared of him and started enjoying his mere presence, his voice, his stories. Honestly, being near him felt like she never felt before in her life. It felt like home.
Elizabeth felt ashamed after her little episode, as she called it in her head. She rarely cried, and she had never cried in front of another person. She sniffed a little, and after untangling herself from Henry’s embrace, she went to the bathroom to blow out her nose. She hated that her reflection showed her nose and eyes a bit red, but she felt good, light, and easy... like a rock was lifted off he
“You keep a treasure here?” Elizabeth was flabbergasted. “Of course. Where else?” Henry answered, not stopping with the stirring of the sauce.
Beautiful morning sun shining through the window was what woke Elizabeth up. She has never in her entire life felt so good, refreshed, and well-rested as this morning. A smile crept upon her face when she realized the position they were in. They were spooning, and she was a little spoon. She had never been a little spoon before, and it felt good. She felt safe and warm, protected. His arms were all
Henry made sure that Elizabeth closed the door of the basement before he went outside. While they were having breakfast, he heard wolves howling in close distance, and he had a feeling that those were not regular wolves. Although wolf packs were known to pass through this region from time to time, he didn’t want to take any risk with Elizabeth in the house. When after a couple of minutes, five wolve