You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 75
The question was, would I change anything if I had a second chance?
That was something I was struggling to find an answer for.
Khaos broke the silence, jolting me back into the present. “The cabin is coming up on the left. Look through the trees and you’ll catch a glimpse of it.”
My breath caught in my throat as I followed his instructions and saw the most beautiful cabin.
To call it a cabin was a disservice. The front looked like any other cabin - a simple, single-storied building complete with wooden steps and a porch. However, as we drove down the path, I saw that the house extended on either side with long, rectangular buildings. The porch of the cabin had a white picket fence that came off it, making way for little square flower beds as it joined up with building extensions on the side.
Khaos opened my door for me and I saw little details that I had missed earlier, such as the gorgeous wind chimes hanging from the porch roof, the wolf shaped door knocker, even the flowerpots on the windowsill were little ceramic wolves, their backs hollowed out to fit in the little flowers.
Walking through the door I saw that the front of the cabin came with all of its original features - wooden beams, log burner fire, everything to give it a homely, warm touch. However, the extensions had been modernised, both of them having wall to ceiling windows that looked out onto the courtyard out the back. A huge wooden fence joined together the two buildings, impossible for anyone to climb or look over without some serious climbing equipment - not that there was anything to worry about, there wasn’t another house around for miles!
“Do you like it?” Khaos asked hopefully. “I know it’s all a bit... thrown together but--”
“No, I love it! It works well, and to be honest, I don’t fancy cooking in the kitchen that would have been here originally, can you? Let’s not even mention the plumbing and bathroom! Modern definitely has its uses in a cabin like this.” I gave him a soft smile and followed his lead as he gave me the tour around the place, taking great pains to emphasise how safe the backyard was and show me all the security locks on the windows.
“Remember above all else, do not open the front door unless you’ve checked the peephole first. The door is firm enough that no wolf should be able to barge through it easily, but still... what was that for?”
“I had a tickle in my throat, all better now," I replied innocently.
“The hell you did! What are you scoffing for?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Check the peephole, Khaos? Really? I’m not sticking my eye that close! If there’s a serial killer outside, how difficult would it be to jam a knife through the peephole and straight into me?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He laughed, shaking his head at me.
“You don’t think about stuff like that?”
“Yes, Violet, I often think of being stabbed in the eye as I’m answering the door.”
I folded my arms and frowned at him. “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know.”
“I do know. I also know that you have much bigger issues than the serial killer outside...” He muttered ominously, looking around the room with suddenly wide eyes, “Violet… Come here,” he demanded, and I flew to his side.
“What?” I hissed, lowering my voice before continuing. “what is it?”
He turned round to look at me, his face dark and hidden in shadows, “Isn’t it obvious, Violet? The serial killer inside the house is always scarier than the one outside, especially when he’s hungry...”
He grabbed hold of me, swinging me up into his arms as he tickled me, carrying me straight into the kitchen. My fists pounded at his back as I squealed with laughter, demanding that he put me down and then regretting it the moment he did.
“Make me food, woman,” he ordered playfully.
I stood on my tiptoes and looked him straight in the eye. “Who’s going to make me?”
He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, and my mouth instantly dried up. I swallowed hard as I saw the lust blaze in his eyes, sending a dart of longing through me. My tongue shot out to wet my lips nervously, and his eyes followed my every move, his fingers digging into my sides. We locked gazes once more, and we both knew what was going to happen. He lowered his head to mine as I strained further on my toes to meet him.
Before his lips could lock to mine, he shook his head, breaking free from the spell and gently, but firmly, pushed me away from him.
“I err... I…-sorry.” I stuttered, my face burning with embarrassment.
“Nothing happened. Listen, you go rest your feet and I’ll rustle us up something for tonight, what do you feel like having?”
“You,” my wolf howled. I mentally kicked her. “Anything will be fine.”
“Great, nice and easy, just how I like them,” he winked. “I’ll just go wash up.”
The moment he left the kitchen, I sagged against the counter, letting out the breath I hadn’t even realised I’d been holding. This was going to be a long, frustrating month.
Chapter 22
Amanda’s Diary
This daughter of mine will be the death of me! If it wasn’t bad enough that I had to deal with the insane gossip of her and her mate, or Logan’s grieving parents, now I have Khaos’ insane mother to deal with! She’s not easy,