when he'd caught sight of her in the market. She'd been sweet then. Right now her scolding was just giving him a headache, though that might have come when he'd hit his head against that damnable car. He felt wetness on his forehead and brought his hand up to inspect it; his hand came away covered with thick, dark red blood. The deep gash there was starting to make itself felt.
They stepped into the cottage and Hawk sighed in appreciation as she flicked on lights illuminating the coziness of her home. They had walked into a spacious hallway furnished with occasional tables and lamps. There were a number of closed doors leading from either side and she guided him to the door furthest away which led into a delightful kitchen complete with an old fashioned Aga stove and a huge scrubbed wooden table.
He swayed slightly and cursed beneath his breath. Dammit he hated not having his powers. He hadn't been able to gauge his fall properly and he'd injured himself far more than he meant to. His wrist was hurting as well; it felt as though it was sprained quite badly, he hoped she was as good a healer as she seemed to be and that she could help him, otherwise he'd gone through all this for nothing.
It had seemed a good idea at the time. Loiter about around her home until she came back (it had been easy enough to find her address) and trip and fall or something in her presence. She was a healer so he knew she wouldn't abandon him. He'd get into her home and seduce her into helping him. An easy plan or so he'd surmised. As she guided him into a comfortable chair he couldn't help the low moan that slipped out. "Oh my head hurts, and be careful of my wrist!"
"For heaven's sakes you're a man. Why do you have to be such a baby?" Hawk blinked. That wasn't exactly oozing sympathy for his woes. What had happened to the gentle healer he'd seen in the market that morning? He turned his head slightly and looked at her to find she was staring at him impatiently. "You're not being very nice."
"Yes well, what do you expect from me when a Fae is conveniently knocked down by my car?" She must have seen the surprise on his face because she made a sound of impatience. "As soon as I touched you I knew who you were. Why else would I bring you, a complete stranger to my home instead of taking you to the nearest hospital?" She placed a hand on her slim waist. "What I want to know is just what you think you're playing at?"
She'd taken the wind out of his sails but he'd be damned if he let her see it. She was already sounding irritatingly like the only woman who struck fear into him and he couldn't even bare to think of that now. "I don't understand." He said with a blank face.
"You don't understand?" She mimicked. "Why are you in this realm and without any powers? What is going on and you'd better not try lying to me. I can smell a liar a mile away. Why have you come through the gate? It's not permitted."
Hawk stared at the tiny woman who was doing her best to stare him down. There was something oddly familiar about her but he knew he'd never seen her before today. As he studied her, he wondered how to answer her questions. Her Fae blood was much stronger than he'd thought and that was a good thing. But she also appeared to have an uncanny grasp of the way things worked on the other side of the veil and that was very unsettling. "What do you know about the recent happenings on the other side?" He asked carefully.
"Oh no, I'm the one asking the questions here." Then before he could reply she sighed, "Let's wait for questions and answers until we get you cleaned up and sorted, but I'm telling you I want answers and they'd better be truthful."
With that Dera marched to the Aga, her heart beating wildly in her ribcage. Even with that ugly gash on his head, she was still reacting strongly to the man. He was just too gorgeous for his own good, she thought crossly. The Aga had a few embers in it so she blew on them, and added some coals. She quickly chanted