I was standing outside in the cold with Rhys. It was warmer out than yesterday evening, but the wind was cutting straight therapie am bestial ma like I had on nothing. We had gotten ready slowly. Rhys had worshipped my body, massaging a good portion of the Finks out of as fire the tre de 1 had gotten yesterday.
Rhys was convinced that if I made myself one with nature, my Lycan would be more inclined to break through. I wasn’t sure if the belte felt in on the was my Lycan or just anxiety about what we were trying to do, but it was something.
“So what exactly do you want me to do here?” I asked, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to stave off the cold.
“Well how is your Lycan feeling?” Rhys asked a little uncertainly. It seemed he was just as lost as I was with this even if he was taking confidenth
“I feel cold.” I told him sarcastically.
“No, not you, your Lycan. Does she like being out in nature?”
“Rhys, I have no idea.”
“Well, let’s go for a run. Maybe that will help bring her out.”
“If she’s bound, I don’t think she’s going to just come out because we’re in nature.” I argued.
“But she started to break free when Ethan tried to take you, which makes me think she’s breaking out of her bonds.”
“And before you told me that would be bad if she did that.”
“Well, that was then, and this is now. We’ll face the consequences of her breaking free when it happens, but you have to allow her to take over Grace.
r.” I responded.
“I don’t feel anything to take over.”
Rhys sighed in frustration, but I did as he said. We went for a long run that warmed me right up but had no effect on my Lycan. We then tried meditating by the fire, but again, all I felt was a slight inkling that I wasn’t alone, a bristle of something else inside of me, but nothing more. I didn’t even want to tell Rhys that I felt anything because I knew he would feel hopeful, and I didn’t feel hopeful at all when I could be imagining the whole thing.
After both of those failed attempts, Rhys decided we needed to eat, and he made nearly raw steaks for us. I knew that was another attempt at trying to draw my Lycan out, but again it failed.
After we spent half the morning and most of the afternoon trying to pull my locked away Lycan out, we settled in from a movie. Rhys said it was vacation, but so far it felt like a lot of work.
On the third day, Leon had set up a little art studio for us to take our minds off the failed hypnosis we had tried late that night. I hated that I was letting Rhys down. With each failed idea, he became a little more dejected. I knew how bad he wanted this to work, but had known that this was exactly how it was going to go. I wasn’t new to the game,”
Rhys and I painted our canvases, looking out over the snow–covered landscape out our back door. We both knew it would be prettier if we actually went outside and looked at the view he had proposed over, but neither of us wanted to actually go outside anymore.
A knock at our door drew both of our attention away from our painting.
“Were we expecting someone?” I asked with a frown
“Not this early, but yes.” Rhys answered cryptically.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
