Fever, Selina Brinkmann [best historical biographies TXT] 📗

a pair of black eyes.

His dark hair blended it with the rest of the room so all she saw was his rough features. His strong jaw line was already covered in stubbles even though it was obvious that he had shave in the morning. The black eyes seemed inhuman and Evy touched his cheek just to find it warm and raspy against her palm.

Releasing a small gasp she drew back just to find him following her retreat, looming above her. His finger traced her face and Roan was lost in her delicate features. Her nose was slightly tilted and her blue eyes were so different from his that he thought he could see into her soul. However he was soon disturbed as she startled exclaimed:

“What are you doing here? This isn’t supposed to happen!”

He chuckled and answered:

“And why not?”

Drawing in her breath Evy looked him straight into his eyes and poked his chest just as she had seen Roxanne doing earlier.

“Because if I would dream about a guy it would be one I am interested in! Not an overbearing caveman!”

Roan drew his eyebrows together when he heard her exclamation. It didn’t bode well with him to hear that she would rather be attracted to other men.

- Nope! He reconsidered. – It shouldn’t even cross her mind.

Grinning he bend down and huskily whispered into her ear.

“So you say that you don’t feel anything at all when I do this?”, he let his hands trail up her body. “You don’t feel a thing when I do this?”, he let his finger circle her wrists and brought them up to his lips when he felt her shuddering under his touch.

“Stop it!”, she whispered but couldn’t stop herself from allowing him to do as he wanted.

Roan just drew her closer to his body and cupped her head, “Do you really mean it?”

Evy couldn’t answer her whole mind was filled by his touch and smell. Accepting this as her answer he started to close the small gap between them. However just before he succeeded she remembered another man trying to do this. A man who hadn’t had her permission but to whom her opinion hadn’t mattered at all. With a soft cry she jerked back and murmured:

“Don’t do that! I don’t want it. Nobody will force me again!”, she added with each step she took to get further away from him.

Roans face hardened when he saw her fleeing from him. It wasn’t his touch that Evy feared. She had been touched before but not willingly. Not by him.
When he saw her fading into the shadows he roared and hit his hands against the glass. Under the force it broke and with the shattering of the window he woke up.

Breathing heavily he whipped his brow and threw the blanket off. His mind was in a jumble and his heart was beating so fast that he feared it might just give out. Unaware of him Evy awoke in the same state just next to him. Both of them feeling lost and alone but divided by the wall between them. And each concurring their fear differently. Evy was turning in her bed for the rest of the night as her room was lit by the moon shining into her room. And Roan left his bed and tried to leave the memories of the dream behind by working until the early morning hours.

Mischief and mysteries

A loud knock woke Evy up in the late morning hours. After tossing half of the night she finally had found sleep again.

“Yeah?”, tired she walked to the door and opened it. Roxanne was standing there with a tray in her hand and the other hand raised to knock again.

“Hello sleepy head! As I couldn’t see you anywhere in the cafeteria I guessed that you must still be asleep. And because I am so nice I thought I could bring you a chocolate muffin and a cup of tea to wake you up!”

With a grin Evy opened the door a bit wider and let Roxanne come in.

“You are truly godsend. I didn’t really sleep well after I had a nightmare!”, Evy grabbed the muffin and sat down on her bed offering Roxanne the chair by her desk.

“Do you want to talk about your dream?”, Roxanne offered Evy and gave her the cup of tea. Blushing Evy shook her head and sipped at it.

“Not really. But I thought I held you to your promise and ask you about the shopping you promised yesterday.”

Laughing Roxanne leaned back into her chair and explained the day to Evy, “We will first go to our supply room and ask what they have. Maybe we will find Charleen and ask her to come along for diner later. Besides that I will have to look after my patients so if you are interested in that you can join me. If not I won’t be offended and maybe Dominic,” she frowned, “forget him, maybe Milla or Aaron got time to show you around!”

Holding her cup up as a sign of agreement Evy finished off her muffin and drank the tea.

“I only have to brush my teeth and then I am ready to go!”, she got up and placed the empty cup on the tray. Opening the door to her bedroom she quickly brushed her teeth and cleaned up as good as possible while considering to change into the day before outfit or staying in her pjs. Popping her head back into her room she asked Roxanne the question about her outfit and added, “And I did catch your comment about Dominic. What happened?”

Flipping back her long blond her Roxanne just said that they a disagreement. Not wanting to push too far Evy let it rest but swore that she would find out what went wrong between those two. Spitting out and finishing her clean up Evy stayed in her pyjamas and followed Roxanne down the floors.

“So who is working in the supply rooms?”

“Do you remember Charleen and me talking about Colt and Jaz yesterday?”

Evy shrugged, “Yeah, why?”

“It is her who is running it. Well her and the twins Bratt and Amy.”

Remembering the way Charleen and Roxanne had described Jaz Evy couldn’t stop herself and asked: “So are the twins as bad as Jaz?”

Giggling Roxanne put her arm around Evy’s shoulder and answered, “Do not mention Jaz and the twins in one sentence. At least if you compare them. They are as different as night and day! The twins are real sweethearts. They just started working there last autumn to help out and get a bit experience.”

“So they are younger?”

“O yeah. I think they are turning 16 this winter,” Roxanne halted in front of a double wing door, “here we are! And now just hope that the twins are here and not Jaz. She will probably try to give you the worst we have!”

Pushing the doors open Roxanne swiftly went aside and tugged Evy along. At a counter at the left side of the room Evy saw two blondish heads giggling over a piece of paper.

“What are you two up to again?”, the healer leaned against the counter and tried to look at the paper but the two of them quickly put their hands over it to cover it.

“Nothing interesting!”, the guy grinned sheepishly and leaned back in his chair taking the paper with him. The girl nodded and her braid whipped up and down with her head.

“Of course!”, Roxanne laughed but left the twins alone. Instead she drew Evy closer and asked, “Do you have anything that might fit her? She is new here and hasn’t got anything!”

The girls eyes widened and blabbed out. “Oh you are the new one! We were all wondering who the mystery girl is that has got Roan to accept her in New Terra after he has closed the gates for so long!”

Evy blushed and lowered her gaze. She didn’t want to be the one who went against Roan’s word. Their last encounter if it had even been real wasn’t all too promising.

“And yeah we have a lot of stuff right now. Just follow me!” and with that Amy got up and left the counter. When she looked at Bratt pointingly he just shrugged his shoulders and flipped his hair back.

“I will just watch out for the dragon. Have fun finding some clothes!”

Amy blushed when Roxanne looked at her after the dragon comment but grinned when she saw the amusement in the healer’s eyes. Tugging at Evy’s hand the younger girl guided them through a dark green painted door opposite of the desk and into the storing rooms. Evy gasped when she saw all the boxes lined up on shelves each of them labelled with funny names like, “Green and brown, only fit to be thrown!”

“I guess that is your work!”, she smiled at the girl.

“Definitely! The jokes were Bratt’s idea but at least we got a system now. The big and seldom required clothes are in the back and the rest is sorted after gender, colour and size. When we cam here there was no system whatsoever. Jaz just grabbed a bunch of clothes and hoped for the best. You were lucky when you got something that wasn’t three sizes too big or small.”

At the middle of her sentence Amy had stopped and started to look closer to the boxes around her. They were in the middle of the room and the light from the ceiling lit it with a warmly glow.

“I think those boxes have the right size. I would guess a six should fit you. They might be a bit big right now but when you gain your weight back they should be perfect!” Lifting one of the biggest boxed down Amy opened the lift and exposed different types of trousers. Gathering several she laid them down onto the floor and studied them.

“I think the dark blue should do nicely”, with a look at Evy she asked, “Which one do you like?”

Evy looked closer and mentioned to the faded black one to Amy’s left.

“Yeah, I think they will be all right! If they do not fit or something else happens you know where we are and you can just bring them back!”, the girl put the rest of the trousers back into the box and put it back onto the shelf. Roxanne took the two pair of jeans and waited until Amy had found a handful more shirts, a nice green dress and two pairs of shoes. They weren’t the newest ones but fit the best and would last for this year at last. Leaving Evy a bit of space when she searched for underwear the three of them were done after almost an hour and left happily chatting the storing room.

Upon entering the office the three of them heard shrieking directly followed by a crash. A young female was standing in the middle of the room and a cup lay broken at her feet. In her hand she was holding the picture Bratt had tried to hide earlier. When she saw Roxanne entering the room she marched up to her and thrust the paper at her.

“Do you see that?” Roxanne opened the paper and had to stifle a laugh. On it was a bad drawing of Jaz with a harpy’s body having her mouth open and shrieking out aloud. Next to her was a colt drawn and in scrawly writing: Do it!

“Do you know who has drawn it?” Jaz questioned again and took the paper back when Amy tried to catch a look again. “Bratt doesn’t want to say it but I think he has a clue!” She glanced back at Bratt who was smirking at her and narrowed her eyes.

“Well I doubt that I know the person who has drawn it. But if you don’t want to settle with that I recommend going to the elder assemble. They can probably sort it out for you!”

Jaz harrumphed and left the room in haste. At the door she paused and told Roxanne ignoring Evy and Amy, “I believe that there is no need to bother them with such trifle thing!” then