Privateer ~ Nikolai Lantsov

Chapter 30

"Ouch!" Nikolai said painfully holding his eye, "that's the second time you hit me! The second!"

"Oh get over it you're the one that woke me up."

"Your hand," he grabbed it, "it's bleeding. What happened?"

I yanked it out of his hold and looked at it.
It is bleeding.

What the eff?

So it wasn't a dream. But how? this doesn't make any sense I was laying in bed this whole time.

"Amelia," he grabbed my hand again and grabbed a cloth wiping the blood.

"Nikolai, you forget, I can heal." I can heal small cuts... stupid powers are failing me.

"What happened?"

"I guess I cut myself on something while sleeping."

He laughed lightly sitting next to me on the bed. "Remember when you would secretly heal me when I was hurt."

"Yeah," I recalled the memories of him coming to me with tears in his eyes. It was adorable. 'please heal it for me it hurts.' he would say. Adorable right?

"I miss those days." He stopped looking at my hand after I healed it and looked into my eyes. It was quiet and all you could hear was our breathing. What do I do?

His hand slid over to mine he slowly connected our hands and he leaned in.

I stopped breathing.

"What- what are you doing?" I questioned him breaking the silence.

He looked down awkwardly and let go of my hand.

"We're leaving for Os Alta, that's why I was up here. I knocked but you didn't wake up so I had to break in. Be ready in fifteen minutes." He stood up and left quickly.

I was shaking. What in the world just happened? I'm so annoyed right now! He keeps doing that to
me. He keeps me on my toes and leaves.

I don't like him, I remind myself. Not like that at least. He's only a friend, I admit to myself. Only a friend. He's an absolute priss with a passion for drama.

Why would I like him? He's nothing special, he's just a man. Like all the others.

I get ready wearing the red kefta that was ready for me. I took it in my hands and felt the soft heavy fabric. I put my arms in the sleeves. I let out a satisfied sigh, I missed wearing it.

I untucked my red curls from the kefta and tried my best to fix my face up a little. I got rid of the eye bags and droopiness from my face.

I left my room grabbing whatever I needed then meet Fedyor by the horses.

"It is so good to see you again," he smiled coming in for a hug.

"You too, I'm just glad you aren't force-feeding me bread anymore." I laughed still in the hug.

"Excuse me, we have to get going," Nikolai interrupted us and then left to climb on his horse.

I separated from Fedyor and he was laughing.

"What are you laughing for?"

"You don't know?" He whispered grinning.

"No."

"You're as oblivious as Ivan was to my feelings."

"Ivan- I'm so sorry about him Fedyor." I apologized even though I didn't know why this conversation took this turn.

"I'm learning to cope with it," he said sadly as we got on the horses. I looked over to the coach Alina was in and Mal on his horse behind me.

"It's ok not to be ok, trust me."

"I had my time to mourn. But now I fight for him. It is the Darklings fault he is dead and I will avenge him."

"Wow." I was stunned by the mini-speech he had just now.

"Thanks for being such a great friend Amelia, I missed you so much,"

"I missed you t-"

"We leave to Os Alta now! Be ready for our last hours on the road. Check that you have everything!" Nikolai interrupted me and gave everyone a quick second to check if they had everything.

"Ok let's go!"

And then we were on our way to Os Alta.

When we got there the last person I wanted to see was waiting for us.

Somebody, please kill me.