me.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I told you,” I reminded him.
“What are you doing?” he repeated and I felt my brows draw together.
“Dude, I told you,” I returned.
His face turned cold. “Do not call me this name,” he commanded. “I do not like it.”
I stared at him. Then I sighed. Then I looked back to the fire and muttered, “Whatever.”
“Cora,” he called again and my gaze cut back to his face.
“What?” I snapped.
“Explain yourself,” he demanded.
“I already did.”
“When did you learn this?” he growled, tipping his dark head to my movements.
Uh-oh.
Lazy Cora of this world clearly did not know how to baste nor would she trouble herself to do it.
Oh well. Never mind.
I shrugged and said, “I heard it somewhere and if I have to eat rabbit, it might as well taste good.”
He studied me then said quietly, “You are strange.”
My hand on the handle stopped moving, I glared at him and bit out, “I’m not strange!”
His eyes moved over me then came back to mine before he kept speaking in a soft voice. “You are not you.”
Hmm. What did I do with this?
It was the perfect opener. The problem was, I was guessing since he had lots of weapons, and none of them were guns, grenades or bazookas, he rode a horse and he didn’t have a camp stove but an iron spit, that this world also didn’t have movies. So he probably wouldn’t respond positively to the fact that the me Cora of my world might have been (a guess) switched with the Cora of this world that he knew.
Then again, they had curses in this world that we didn’t have in my world so maybe they had magic. Maybe he’d get it.
“Uh…” I started but couldn’t think of what to say.
“It won’t work,” he told me and I blinked at him.
“What won’t work?”
“This change,” he stated.
Oh dear.
“Uh, Noc –”
“What you did was unforgiveable,” he cut me off and I sucked in both lips and bit them at the harsh look on his face. “I will protect you, keep you safe from harm, keep you alive as I vowed to do as your husband and because your sister holds a place in my heart. But for no other reason. You cannot carry logs and cook meat and make me think you sweet. I know you. I know this is not you. What I also know is that the only energy you will expend is to connive and maneuver to take best care of yourself. Don’t make the mistake of thinking me a fool.”
I swallowed then began, “I –”
“Planned it from the beginning,” he finished for me. “Hunting,” he went on, “gave me time to think. You took me because you had no choice but also because you could not have Dash but it meant you could have what I could give you, your home, your life lazy as you like it. But you schemed the whole time knowing that you couldn’t have Dash but not wanting Rosa to have him either. So you got what you could from the arrangement but made sure your sister didn’t get what she wanted most in this world.”
Wow. That hurt. And, obviously, it was totally untrue.
“That’s not true,” I whispered.
“I am no fool.”
“It isn’t true.”
“It’s pure you.”
I held his eyes and he stared into mine, his handsome, scarred face a cold, blank mask.
There was no way I was going to convince him. Apparently, the Cora of this world wasn’t all that great.
And I didn’t like being her.
This whole thing sucked, like a lot, but now it sucked even more.
I broke eye contact, started turning the handle again and used the gathered juices to baste the rabbits.
I looked at him again when he rose.
“Call me when they’re done,” he ordered, turned on his boot, strode to the opening, shoved the hides aside and disappeared.
I stared back at the fire and I told myself it was the smoke that made my eyes wet.
But it wasn’t.
Chapter Four
Sleeping Arrangements
I ate Thumper.
What sucked was that Thumper didn’t taste all that bad.
I ate him because I didn’t want to suffer malnutrition before what I hoped fervently would be my happy ending and I was returned to my world.
When I used a knife from the wall to check the meat was done, I called Noctorno. He took the rabbits off the spit, carved them on the table and handed me the bowl full of meat. Then he watched as I ate my portion without a word (except to say, “Thanks” when he handed it to me which got me a heavy scowl indicting Cora of his world wasn’t polite either) as he ate his portion, tearing it directly off the spit. Then he disappeared again.
This meant I was left to my unpleasant thoughts and not much else. I’d get up every once in awhile to feed the fire but other than that, I had nothing to do.
From the small opening in the ceiling, I could see night had fallen. There wasn’t much light outside due to the bleak day but there was none at all when night fell.
I was staring at the opening, half-asleep and hoping when I woke up I’d be back in my bed in my apartment.
I didn’t think much of my life before I left it.
Just two months ago, I’d broken up with my boyfriend of four years, Brian, because he’d refused to take it to the next level, him telling me he surprised there was a next level. Why he thought we could date for the rest of our natural born lives was unknown to me. What stunk was, I loved him, I missed him and I wanted him back. He was fun. He was funny. He didn’t scowl at me, call me lazy or accuse me of scheming. Sure, the truth was, he was lazy, case in point, him thinking that he didn’t have to put more effort into a relationship beyond dating. But he was fun to be around and furthermore he’d been around for awhile, I was used to him.
My job wasn’t all that great either. I got paid well because I’d been there for ages but the air was rife with rumors of layoffs, the agency wasn’t doing very well, and everyone knew that the people who got paid the most were the first to go. The economy wasn’t booming and even though I had good skills and my boss loved me so would give me a good reference, I’d been at the agency that long because the thing I hated most in the world was job hunting so I avoided it at all costs even though I was in a nowhere job that didn’t challenge me all that much.
And I’d decided just before I broke up with Brian that it was time to get on the property ladder. I was still in the one-bedroom apartment I’d moved into when I was twenty-three. It was dinky, the landlord refused to paint it (so I did, on my dime), the appliances were old, sucked and broke down a lot and my bathroom suite was mustard yellow. I wasn’t big on change but I figured it was high time to move on. These plans were stalled firstly because Brian and I broke up and secondly because I wasn’t sure I’d be employed for very much longer.
