He stood too close, leaning over me in a menacing way.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he said softly.
I swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry. I was angry.”
“Yes. I know. Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I glanced over his shoulder and saw the cars in the distance. They were no bigger than an inch. I could barely discern the people milling around them.
He reached out and held my face between his large hands.
“Isabelle, I’m struggling to control my patience with you. Why were you angry?”
My gaze flew to his, and I snorted.
“Struggling? You? I don’t think you even have emotions to struggle with.”
A flood of complete, hopeless wanting hit me so hard my knees buckled. Carlos didn’t let me fall, though. He shifted one arm to my waist and held me tight against him. The contact along with the deluge of want hazed the world around me. I swam in his need and grew just as desperate with it.
He tipped his head forward, his lips brushing the curve of my ear.
“All of what I feel would frighten you.”
The tickle of his breath against my skin made me shiver. I pressed closer, needing his touch, wanting his attention. The compulsion to wrap myself in him, in who he was, robbed me of any other thought.
I brought one hand up to place on his shoulder and turned my head to breathe him in, deeply. He shuddered and groaned.
Humming with need, I touched my nose to his neck, nuzzling him, drowning in my want. Gently, I trailed my nose along the column of his neck, exhaling as I went.
He whispered my name. Then, suddenly, it all disappeared. The desperation. The need. The heat inducing desire. It all vanished. Only a lingering ache churned in my stomach.
I froze in Carlos’ embrace and shook with my anger, realizing what he’d done.
He exhaled slowly and with a gentle kiss against the shell of my ear, stepped away.
For a moment, despair pulled at his expression, then that too carefully closed off. Though I was mad at him, I was angrier with myself. Ethan had warned me to watch my back. I hadn’t been watching.
With an irate toss of my hair, I turned away from him and started the walk back.
Enough emotion had been vented that my skin didn’t feel tingly and tight. I frowned, considering the emotion he’d just shared. Though I’d felt every ounce of it, I’d absorbed very little. And it had only been one emotion. I hadn’t felt whatever else he’d been feeling. No one felt just one thing. Ever. What kind of control did Carlos have?
The rest of the drive finished in silence. Ethan wouldn’t look at me, and I wondered what he thought of the scene he’d witnessed in the field.
When we pulled up in front of the hotel, I moved to stand near Bethi. She gave me a curious look but didn’t say anything. Michelle and Emmitt went to check in. When they came back with four room keys again, I spoke up.
“I need a separate room.”
Michelle glanced at the Elders.
“Why?” Winifred asked.
“I’m going to pass out if I have to keep sparring at this rate. I need more isolation.”
“She’s right,” Bethi said. “She can’t help herself. Isolation protects her.”
Winifred glanced at Grey. Grey looked at the ground. I refused to look at Carlos.
“Emmitt, will you check to see if they have another room?” Winifred asked.
It felt like I was committing a crime with the way everyone silently watched me. Emmitt came back with another room card and handed it over.
“Thank you.” I looked down at the number. “If it’s all right, I’ll just keep to my room.” I didn’t wait for them to approve but grabbed Ethan’s hand.
No one stopped us, and when we were halfway down the hallway, I exhaled in relief. Ethan didn’t say a word as I unlocked the door and motioned him inside.
Once the door closed behind us though, he turned to study me.
“Talk to me, Z. What happened?”
I sat down on the bed and looked up at him.
“Turns out he’s not a robot.”
“What made you think he was?”
“He didn’t leak anything, Ethan. Ever. He was a complete void. Even when you’re blocking, I have a sense of what you’re feeling.”
Ethan sat next to me.
“That’s because you know me better than anyone else.”
“That’s just it.” I set my head gently against his damaged shoulder. “I know you. I don’t know him. I don’t want to be near him anymore.”
“Z, what happened out there?” he asked softly.
I sighed.
“He opened himself and let me feel just one emotion. It was too much. It burrowed under my skin, and I felt what he felt. It was like it was my own emotion. I couldn’t tell the difference.”
“What did he feel, Z?”
I closed my eyes and turned my head to hide my face against Ethan’s shoulder.
“God, he wants me.” My stomach tightened at the remembered emotion.
“Lots of guys have wanted you, but you typically don’t kick their butts for it. You really laid into him, Z. You were nicer to Brick.”