Sort Of Kidnapped, But Not Really.

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A/N: This next chapter is dedicated to KellyJean-pierre for her bombardment of likes on the previous chapters! Thank you so so much, it means the world to me. You rock! xoxo

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After my breakdown in the woods, I slowly make my way back the way I'd come. My brain still deciphering the realization that I'm falling for Kael.

The walk back to the house took longer than I thought but it gave me time to think about what I'm going to do when I walk through that door. 

When I saw Kael's face? What would he think if he found out I was in love with his sarcastic, funny, gorgeous, jealous, brooding self?

 I don't want to think about it, but of course my brain decides otherwise and keeps replaying situations that may occur.

I step up to the door and twist the doorknob, slowly stepping over the threshold and making my way inside. My legs are shaking, my hair is tangled, dirt and leaves coating my body and clothes. I look like hell and feel a lot worse. My ribs protest at every move I make, but I refuse to let it stop me from acting like everything is fine. Despite the bedraggled mess I look like.

The slamming of the front door causes feet to pound throughout the house. Before I can take more than three steps I'm swept up into someone's arms. At this my ribs burst into excruciating pain, I don't have the energy to stop the agonized scream that bursts through my lips.

At this the person loosens their grip on me and instead switches to holding me bridal style.

"Sweetheart are you alright?" A voice whispers in my ear. I recognize it but my body can't function enough to verify who's speaking to me.

"No. Bryn you need to keep your eyes open. No, Bryn. Stay awake, stay-"

My eyes close despite the voice telling them not to, my world is dragged into darkness as the light slowly ebbs away.

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Voices sounded in the background. Snippets of the conversation reaching my ears before I fade back into the darkness.

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A hand is clasped into mine, warmth cascading into my ice cold veins. Darkness takes hold.

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The darkness begins to fade as light replaces it. I feel a weight on my right thigh and warm hands, fingers intertwined with mine. Slowly my eyes opens, instantly closing again at the sudden bright lights. A groan escapes my lips as I open them again, slower this time, allowing them to adjust to the lights.

The groan stirs the person next to me. I squint down to find a mop of black hair on my leg. Black hair? Must be Caiden. My chest feels constricted. Slowly I untangled my right hand and lift the sheet on top of my body. Feeling around through the gown I find the source of the constriction. Bandages.

Shit I'd forgotten to bandage my ribs after we left my house. Wait... So then what the hell?

Then I remember. Stepping through the doorway, the door closing. Feet pounding. Someone lifting me. Passing out.

"Shit." I curse.

That eventually does it. Caiden sits up groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes and blinking them open. His silver eyes staring at me in- WAIT. Silver? Oh shit. Definitely not Caiden.

Oh shit. Kael.

"Bryn." He whispers in astonishment.

"You. You're here?" I whisper back.

"Of course I am. I'm the one that picked you up when I heard the door slam." His brows furrow in confusion.

"Oh." I mutter, running a hand down my face.

"You scared me so much." He whispers, his eyes glazing as moisture gathered in them.

At this my eyes widen in surprise. What the hell? Is he seriously going to cry?

"W-what?" I stutter.

"Sweetheart, you were gone for 3 hours before you walked back into the house. None of the guards could find you. We had no idea where you were. You were just g-gone." His voice breaks on the lost word.

Instinctually I reach out and pull him to me.

"I'm right here." I whisper in his ear as my fingers knot in his hair, pulling him closer.

"I know but you weren't. And then... They c-couldn't find you... Oh god." He pulls me closer to him, I wince at the pressure being exerted on my ribs, but at this point I don't care I'd rather be in his arms.

Oh shit. I'm definitely falling for Kael Winters. Head of The Ghosts.