Ice Heart (part 2)

In alarm, my eyes moved rapidly from his blood pouring hand up to his mysterious blue eyes. He greeted my stare with a dark grin. Who are you? How do you know me?

Something made me want to take his hand. Each time I thought of the blood running down the hand he held out to me it ordered a shiver down to mine. The way his hand was held out to me showed me he knew my exact thoughts, that I was afraid. He knew I was confused. He knew I was frozen. Encouraging me, his dark grin quickly morphed into a soft smile.

I lightly lay my hand in the palm of his. Taking it proudly, he placed a delicate kiss on my knuckles. My intense stare never moved from his eyes once. I opened my mouth to question him but he put his finger firmly to my lips, as he shushed me. Before I could query him, he spun me quickly, slamming my back to his chest. My gaze was cut short. I couldn’t see his face but I knew he was plotting something. The perplexing man brushed my hair aside, exposing the bare skin on my neck. Emitting a cold breeze along my spine, he breathed in my ear, muttering “Don’t let go, Elizabeth. Trust me.”

His words disturbed me but I felt authorized to trust him. After I clutched his hand tight, he passed a quiet laugh and an engaging smile. No words ever left my lips but he learned every response in my mind from just one glance. It was mesmerizing.

Time stopped.

I forgot the cold. I forgot the blood. I forgot the intensity. All I remembered was the protection that was wrapped around me, the eyes that stole my heart and the touch which compelled my beating heart.