Tears Of A Warrior, N.L.Gallagher [ebook reader for surface pro TXT] 📗

I looked up at him and blushed deeper, knowing that he would know exactly who I was and where I was from. I needed to compose myself or else I might be the head of the news mill, saying that I had fallen hard for the mysterious young man. But it was rather the absolute opposite. I had no feeling towards him nor do I doubt him towards I. He was simply just a man who had seen me fall on my rear end and run away, crying in embarrassment. I looked away from his gaze and rather looked at the other men and women dancing. I knew that many were talking of me. Dancing at all was unheard of for my family.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I questioned.
“You’re interesting to me.” He replied.
I’m sorry but you don’t even know me, much less my name, as do I you, I thought.
“You don’t even know me, Sir.”
He grinned. “Exactly. I’m hardly a Sir either.”
I giggled. “Well then my eyes deceive me, for you look very manlike to me. Is whom I dance with a woman?”
His eyes twinkled mischievously. “Is whom I dance with as mysterious as she seems to be?” He smirked before continuing. “Or is she simply a lonely card searching for her gambler?”
I stared at him, making sure that my face remains expressionless. He searched my eyes before I was swept away by another dancer. I bit my lip as I danced with another man, then a moment to long I was back with the mysterious young man.
“So we meet again, my fair lady.”
“As enchanted as I am by your ladylike charms,” He eyes held amusement in them. “I was very well getting to know my other dancer friend.”
“Hardly, with you looking so beautiful tonight I could hardly take my eyes off of you, so I know that you passed no such thing with the other man.” I laughed with pure glee.
“Your partner must have been discontented with your attention elsewhere.”
He laughed as we detangled ourselves from the position of the dance as the music ended. I walked away from him as gracefully as I could. He grabbed my hand though and pulled me to him as the next song began to play. He laughed almost as joyfully as I had earlier and twirled again just as the next song started up and my dress made a lovely umbrella shape that I wondered at.
“You didn’t honestly think that our night was over did you? I don’t give up that easily.” I felt his arms tighten their hold around my waist. I twisted my arms around his neck, pulling us closer. He was an extraordinary dancer. He smelled of strong-sweet cologne that seemed to wrap around me and me feel safe and calm. I closed my eyes as the music slowed and put my head on the crook of his neck. Feeling him tense up then relax and pull me closer. Now there was hardly even an inch that separated us. I felt all of the knots and tendons in my body let go and relax. He must have felt me unwind because he chuckled and I felt his breath on my neck. I flinched, and stepped away, just realizing how close we had been. He looked at me and only me. Looking as I walk back to my table, and then out of ballroom, all the while, chastising myself for letting my guard down in public. I passed by my friends and peers, knowing that the whole ballroom had gone quiet, in shock of the events that had so recently happened. I didn’t even know his name, but that didn’t stop me from getting all close and personal with him. I left the stares of the room, feeling dirty and so foolish. I ran blindly, bumping into people as I rushed by. I mumbled sorry and tried but couldn’t hold back my tears. I didn’t know where I was running, just that I needed to go away and sit for a while. I needed to just think.
I didn’t stop until I couldn’t hear the music playing anymore. I stopped running and leaned against a tree, my legs protesting until I gave in and dropped down on my knees and then the tears really started evolving. I sobbed, letting loose the feelings that had been cramped up inside for so long. I stopped long enough to look around at my surroundings, and was taken aback by the intense eyes that glowed from somewhere deep in the dark trees. I gasped in surprise and fear as a black wolf the twice the size of a regular one regarding me stepped out from the shadows. It stepped closer towards me. A feeling caught in my throat and when I realized that it wasn’t fear but rather a weird pull towards the animal, I all but started crying again. The eyes, a golden sun against the darkness of the fur, seemed to just pop out of its head. I flinched as a memory came in my head, filling my head with images of a little girl and a little wolf pup.
I shook my head in incredulity. The retention had been of me as a child playing with a pup that looked like this one in front of me. It showed me wrestling with the wolf pup and looking happily at it as it drank from a stream. I looked up at the wolf and was surprised when I saw recognition in its eyes. I stretched out a hand towards it. It stared at me with wide eyes that broke my surface completely and I softened a bit on the inside.

Publication Date: 10-09-2011

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