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by Lisa Daniels


  The man actually smirked, “No one said that they would be leaving voluntarily. Anyway, in the end it was a question of cold. We used it to our advantage, and your people had no way to counter it.”

  “From the way you talk, it almost sounds like you were there.”

  “I was there. Mind you I was still pretty young at the time, but I did my part.”

  Kerensa’s eyes opened wide, then she began to laugh, “Now I know you are lying to me about it.” She shook her head, “You almost had me there. I do wish that I could learn exactly what happened that day.”

  “If you can’t believe I was there, you are hardly likely to believe what happened.”

  “It is impossible that you were in that war. It was over a hundred years ago. That would make you close to 130, and there is no way that is the case.”

  “156 actually, but that does not change the fact that I was there.”

  Kerensa looked at the man and saw that his expression was in earnest. “How is it possible for you to have lived for so long and still look like…well…” her words fumbled when she realized that she could not say a god.

  “Oh, I’m not human.”

  Kerensa blinked and looked away for a second, wondering if the not-so-young man actually was a god. Turning her eyes back to the man, she asked, “What do you mean you aren’t human?”

  “I'm a shifter.”

  For a moment the two stared at each other.

  Heath cocked his head, “I’m sorry, were you not able to tell?”

  Kerensa looked at him for a moment longer, “How would I have-”

  Suddenly, the boat tipped to the side, throwing Kerensa off the bed. Heath reached out an arm and caught her just before she struck the ground.

  “That’s the Aeolians,” Heath’s face was serious as he looked at the windows.

  “What are Aeolians?” Kerensa looked from the man to the window.

  “Nasty.” He offered no further explanation. “Please stay in here. This could become a much more difficult journey than we had anticipated.” Placing her gently back on the bed, the man began heading toward the door. Another sudden shift and both he and Kerensa were thrown about the room. Heath hit his head on the desk as he tumbled to the ground. Kerensa looked up from here place beside the bed and noticed that he wasn’t moving. Trying to stand, she stumbled her way over to the man who had helped her.

  There was no way she could lift him, so the young woman looked around. The room was steady enough at the moment that she ran over and grabbed a couple of pillows and blankets from the bed. The room pitched again as she was heading back to Heath, who was now moaning. Crawling on her hands and needs, she reached him. The young woman placed the pillow under his head and drew the blankets around him. Gently she wrapped him up.

  The room shifted again and Kerensa threw her body over his as the desk shifted and moved in their direction. The books and writing tools hit her back, arms, and head, but she did not move. Shrugging them off, Kerensa looked around the room. Noticing that there was nothing against the wall just opposite them, she tried to pull the blanket with the semiconscious Heath on it. Though it was tough, she managed to get them both across the room before the next shift. She rested his body up flat against the wall, then lay her own body against his in case anything in the room moved toward them.

  As soon as she thought they were likely out of harm’s way, Kerensa began to check the place where Heath had struck his head. There was blood, but not too much. Without thinking, she tore a part of her shirt and began to stem the light trickle of blood. When she felt certain that there was nothing more she could do for the knock on the head, Kerensa moved to check for other potential issues.

  Her thin fingers went to his eyes and she looked into them. Momentarily she forgot that she was checking for a concussion as his amazing eyes looked back at her through a haze. She had thought they were an interesting blue, but from this close she could see that they had other colors in them, almost like ice when hit by light. A moan from the man caused the young woman to remember what she was doing. Fighting to get her mind back under control, she made sure that his eyes weren’t dilated. Once she was certain that he would be fine, she gave a little sigh and began to relax.

  Another sudden shift threw several items to their side of the room. Kerensa pulled Heath’s head to her chest and tried to protect him as much as she could with her slim frame. Though she was taller than average for a woman, the man was still several inches taller than her, and his body was a good bit wider. A large object struck her back, knocking the glasses from her face.

  “Uhhh,” she moaned, then tried to ignore the pain now shooting through her body. Too afraid to see what had hit her, Kerensa kept her focus on protecting the semi-conscious man.

  It felt like forever as she kept her body pressed against his. Several more items struck her, but nothing with the same amount of force as the last item. Almost as soon as it had started, the violent tremors stopped.

  Finally lifting her head up to look around, Kerensa hoped that the whole ordeal was over just as Heath began to stir.

  Pulling away from him a little, Kerensa looked into his face. “Are you alright?”

  Heath looked at her and blinked a few times, “I don’t know. I can’t seem to remember something important, I can’t even remember what it was related to. Ow, my head hurts!” His hand went to where he had struck the desk.

  Kerensa frowned, fighting back the pain that was threatening to drag her down, “Do you know who you are?” She needed to find out how badly the man had been hurt. It would be bad if he forgot who she was and ended up finding out she was a woman after taking her to one of the medical staff on the vessel.

  “Heath. And you want to be Velius. Well, I am fairly certain that is not your birth name, but it is the one you chose, and it suites you well.” He gave her a sad smile before continuing, “We left Berenice just this afternoon. All of the details are there, but I can’t remember something important.”

  “It seems like all of the important information is there.”

  “Do you think so?”

  Kerensa closed her eyes for a moment and tried to ask another question, “What do you mean by I want to be Velius?”

  Heath looked up at her and his colorful eyes went wide as Kerensa blacked out.

  Chapter 4

  Same Class, Different Perspective

  When Kerensa woke, she was in her own bed again and Chadwick was standing nearby talking with someone.

  “Ow, ow, ow,” she muttered trying to get up on her elbows.

  Chadwick hurried forward, “No, no, you stay down and rest. You have a couple of broken bones after that storm.”

  “Storm?” The word Aeolians went through her mind, but she had no idea what it meant. “Was that really all it was? I thought that we were attacked by the wind or …something?”

  A beautiful laugh echoed in her cabin, “You suspect that something else would be knocking on the ship? There are not many creatures that could do that, and I can’t think of any that would take such an interest in a … ship with this kind of cargo.” The man was not saying something, but Kerensa was trying to remember why his words were suspicious.

  Kerensa’s eyes finally noticed the person who had been speaking with Chadwick. “Heath! Are you alright?” Again, she tried to rise, but Chadwick was quick to push her back on the bed.

  “Absolutely not.” He placed a hand on her head, “I think she may have sustained some brain damage, talking about strange wind creatures trying to harm the vessel.”

  “You may be right.” Heath was looking directly at her, his eyes saying something different than his mouth. “Mr. Chadwick, if you wouldn’t mind, I was educated in medicine and can help the young lady to recover.”

  Chadwick looked back at the man, his face clearly showing the concerns he was thinking, “Do you think that it is serious? Is this going to affect her studies?”

  Heath shook his head, “I think that she will be fine. She broke
a couple of ribs. I believe that it is just the shock from everything that is confusing her. She will be back to her normal self within a day or two. Until then, I can take care of her and ensure that no one else finds out about her … condition.”

  Chadwick gave a weak smile, “Thank you. We have three researchers on board, a boat full of sailors, and a few high-class passengers, yet somehow we don’t seem to have any classically trained physicians. It seems like you have already done so much, I don’t like that we keep asking you to-”

  Heath waved a hand, “It is no trouble at all. You go help out where you can. I know next to nothing about ships, so this is about the only place where I can be of service.”

  “I am certain you are trying to be nice, but I still feel guilty that you have ended up managing so much without any kind of reward. If I could, I would give you a reward, but I have no such authority or wealth.”

  “You are a good man Chadwick, but none of those are necessary. Money means nothing to me, and I have no need for power. Seeing Velius recover is more than enough payment.”

  Kerensa had to stifle a laugh at the look on Chadwick’s face at Heath’s declaration. “It’s true. He’s been saying things like that ever since we met.”

  Chadwick looked between the two, and Kerensa noticed a sad look in his eyes before he bowed and left without another word.

  Heath moved closer to her and sat down in a chair near the bed. “How are you feeling?”

  “A little rough, but nothing life threatening. You have not answered my question.”

  “Oh, I am just fine.”

  “Let me see your wound,” Kerensa reached up to feel the place where he had hit his head but was immedicably reminded that she had a couple of broken ribs. “Ow, oh ow!”

  Heath sighed and shook his head. Gently he pressed her back onto the bed. Just then the door opened and one of the passengers entered. “Excuse me but I heard that the gentleman –oh!” His eyes moved back and forth between Heath and Kerensa. The man’s hands were on her shoulders and he tried to get her to lie back down, but from the current angle it looked a bit different. The man began to stammer as he backed out, “I am so sorry, I did not realize.”

  Heath pulled away from her, “It’s quite alright. I was just helping Velius to get comfortable after that storm. He’s been a little seasick and will require a good bit of rest so that he can keep his food down.”

  The man looked between the pair, “Of course. I understand. I myself do not feel quite back to normal after that mess. Really, I don’t know what that captain is doing if he can’t avoid such a horrific storm like that.

  The shifter frowned, “I am sure he is doing his best. It is not like he can control the weather, and the further north we go, the more likely it is we will encounter much worse.”

  The man’s eyes were round as he asked, “Do you really believe that is the case? This was supposed to be a vacation for me and my fiancé. If we keep fearing for our lives it won’t be much of a rest, let alone the celebration it is meant to be.”

  Kerensa looked at him knowing full well what kind of man he was – she had turned down so many like him already, “But it will be a fascinating story later if you live.” She threw the last part in just to make the man squirm. With a slight bow, he left them alone.

  Heath let out a musical laugh as he shook his head, “You did that just to make him uncomfortable.”

  Kerensa looked up into the man’s face surprised that he understood what she had done. “You know?”

  “Of course! What person with a brain would not see what you just did?”

  Kerensa looked out the window, “Most of the people I have known. There have been far too many people like him who fail to see anything other than what they want to see. I can’t tell you have many men like him I have turned down because they just- Oh gods, I am so sorry.” Kerensa looked at Heath, “You do not want to hear about all of that.”

  “It is quite alright. To be honest, it makes your decision all the easier to understand.” He gave her a look that she could not read before muttering, “I wonder if you would still feel the same if you had not been forced to face so many buffoons.”

  He said it so low that Kerensa was certain she was not meant to hear. There was a meaning to his words that she did not get, but she did not feel comfortable enough to ask. There were so many things about this man that made no sense, Kerensa feared once she started asking questions, she may not be able to stop. It was clear that Heath cared very much about others, but not everyone. For some reason he had chosen to help her, though he had not shown the same attention or dedication to anyone else that she had noticed. His politeness to Chadwick seemed to be mostly on her behalf as the two had talked of nothing else as far as she had seen.

  Suddenly he stood up, “I must go take care of a few things, but I swear I shall be back within an hour. Is there anything that I can get for you while I am out?”

  Kerensa shook her head, “I only need my book and a drink before you go. With those, I will be the happiest creature in the world.”

  He gave her a glittering smile, “Which book would you like?”

  “Oh, um, actually forget the book. I think it has gone under the bed, and I couldn’t possibly-”

  She didn’t even finish the sentence before Heath was on his stomach sliding under the bed. Quickly sitting up, the pain shot through her, and Kerensa let out a gasp. Heath was beside her before the pain subsided. “I know you know better than that. Please stay still so that you can heal. Here.” He placed the book in her lap, then his eyes fell on the cover of the book. Heath’s head turned slightly to the side to read the title, An Extensive History of Dragon Hunting.

  Kerensa pulled the book to her chest, “I have been studying dragons ever since I was little.”

  The man’s beautiful blue eyes looked into hers as he asked, “You are interested in becoming a dragon slayer?”

  She could not read his expression, but the levity in his voice seemed out of place. More importantly, she found the suggestion entirely objectionable. “I am an intellectual, not a killer. Have you ever met a dragon hunter?” As the man was from the cold north, the young woman doubted that he had any inclination of what dragons were like, let alone the hunters. Assuming his answer, she pressed on, “I’ve heard there are some good ones, but that has not been my experience. In 10 years I have met three, and they left me thinking increasingly less of their kind. I always thought dragons were noble creatures, and anymore I cannot think of them as anything more than a victim of human avarice and stupidity.” By the time she finished talking, Kerensa was sitting up. With her last words, she brought a fist down onto the bed, immediately causing her ribs to hurt. Trying to hide the pain, she pressed on, “My father gifted me this book because there are very few humans that know enough to write. As much as I do not like them, dragon slayers are the most knowledgeable about dragons.”

  The man gave a sigh as he put her hands on her shoulders, “You are certainly passionate.” The way he looked at her caused Kerensa’s heart to flutter, almost like she had just answered a particularly difficult question correctly. “But you still need to be careful because you will never heal if you aren’t more careful. Speaking of more careful,” a crease formed along his alabaster brow, “What were you doing endangering yourself like that?”

  Kerensa blinked at the man, “I don’t understand what you mean,” she finally responded.

  “After I hit my head. You shielded me. I may not have been fully conscious, but I can remember the way you pressed your body up against me when your ribs were broken. Why did you do that?” His eyes were full of concern as he looked at her.

  Kerensa smiled and looked at her hands, “Even if I were not indebted to you, there is something about you that is….” Her voice trailed off as she realized that she could not finish that sentence.

  Heath cocked his head and looked at her, but he did not press her to finish the thought.

  Kerensa looked over at him, “I tho
ught you had things you needed to do.”

  “Oh, yes, I do.” Heath stood up at her words. He paused as he stood over her bed.

  “What is it?” Kerensa saw that he had something to say.

  With a quick shake of his head, the man dismissed whatever he had been thinking. “It is nothing. I will return. Make sure that you rest the entire time I am gone. If you do not, I will be able to tell when I return.”

  Kerensa could not help but smile at the threat, “There is no need to worry. I know how to be a good patient and will make sure that I am no worse off when you return.”

  The shifter flashed a smile at her before heading to the door. With his hand on the door handle, Heath turned to her, “Thank you for protecting me. It was the kindest thing a human has ever done for me. But please, in the future, just let me be. My body can handle a lot more than yours, and seeing you in agony causes me far more pain than any furniture could. Please, be careful with yourself.”

  Kerensa looked at the man wanting to ask so many questions, but having no idea how to bring any of it up. Where Heath seemed completely unfettered by taboo topics, years had taught her to skirt any discussions that would cause more than polite debate. Even among the scholars they did not like for her to get emotional – as soon as she was emotional, they would not listen to her arguments. It was strange and liberating, but she was not yet ready to jump into discussions that she had been avoiding for most of her studies. If she were, Kerensa would have launched right into a serious discussion about Heath’s shifting abilities. She knew next to nothing about them because she had poured her interests into other types of mythical creatures. For the most part, she had avoided anything that was humanoid. Because she was not comfortable with her own species, she had assumed that the others would be too similar.

  Kerensa’s eyes stared at the door for a while after Heath had left, her mind racing with questions and topics that she had never considered about other humanoids. It sounded like this shifter was accustomed to humans, but he did not seem to expect much from them. He was also very open about not being human. From what little she knew about shifters, they either avoided talking about their species, or avoided humans entirely.

 

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