Chapter 76 : A Kiss Goodnight
*Mila*
With Eros locked up and all of us being back in the rogue zone at Soren's inn, I felt a lot more comfortable. Soren
put me back in the guest room right next to his. He'd been pretty busy when we got back, checking in with Thomas
and the rest of his warriors.
Soren seemed really relaxed too and I liked seeing him at peace.
Although, I wasn't sure how long the peace would last. Eros was just the first one to approach us about the artifact
and the rumors Soren spread. We both knew he wouldn't be the last to come for us.
The work Soren was doing with Thomas and his warriors was important and I didn't want to get in the way.
They'd need to be ready when the others came after me.
Until then, I found I didn't have much to do and I couldn't stay cooped up in the inn all day.
I let myself into the large inn down the street from Soren's.
“Madam Scarlett?" I called, walking into her big, open lobby.
“Miss Mila," Scarlett said. She smiled coyly when she saw me and held out a silk, gloved hand.
“I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me?" I asked, smiling innocently.
“My dear, you know that I don't answer questions for free. Do you have any money?" she asked, licking her cherry-
red lips.
“I don't but I have something else to offer," I said. I held out a lotion bottle.
Scarlette arched an eyebrow and c****d her head to the side.
“What is it?" she asked a curious gleam in her eyes.
“This is a special lotion. Magical, actually. It will slow down aging."
Madam Scarlett's eyes widened and she grinned. “My my, you do know the way to my heart." She snatched the
bottle from me.
It was the first spell I'd used from the spellbook that my mother left me. After the meteor shower, Soren started
teaching me the language that the book was written in. I studied it every day and read about the plants and spells
in it.
Strangely, I picked up the language really quickly and wondered if that was because of my witch heritage. The
language was a part of my family legacy.
I'd learned the spell for the potion from the book.
“This is the most thoughtful gift for a woman in my profession," she said. “I like it so much, I will give you 10
questions."
“I think you'll really enjoy it. I tested it myself and it is quite effective," I said, rubbing my own soft, smooth cheek.
The book had spells and potions in it. The lotion had been in the potions section. Some of them, when I read them, I
felt like I'd learned them before. Reading them was an easy way to refresh my memory on something I learned a
long time ago.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt made it easy for me to pick up some of the new things.
I'd been able to use some of the spells without even thinking about it, once I was reminded of them. They were
probably spells that my mother had taught me when I was a child. They were buried in my memory and as the
Blackfire poison faded, I could feel my witch power getting stronger. Spells and magic felt more natural.
“So, what can I do for you?" Scarlett asked. She led me into what seemed like a living room and sat down on a
fancy, satin couch.
Scarlett draped her arm along the back of the couch and motioned for me to sit beside her.
“I'm trying to think of a gift for Soren," I said, plopping down on the couch.
“A gift? What did Soren do to be so deserving of a gift?" she asked, giving me a mischievous look.
My cheeks warmed. “Well… he's done a lot for me lately."
“I'm sure he has," she said suggestively.
“So you have any ideas?" I pressed.
“A scarf," she said quickly.
“A scarf? I've never seen Soren wear one.".
“That's why I suggested it," Scarlett laughed and brushed my arm with her silky fingers. “He used to have a scarf
and he wore it everywhere. It was something he cared for greatly. After a journey he went on, he came back
without it and for two months he was in a foul mood."
“Because he lost his scarf?" I asked, creasing my brow.
“Perhaps. None of us knew what happened," she said, shaking her head. “Thomas once casually asked where the
scarf was and the look Soren gave him told Thomas never to ask again. It led us to believe the scarf was the source
of his bad mood."
“I don't know anything about buying scarves," I said.
“You shouldn't buy it, you should make it. When we are done here, I will have one of my girls take you into town to
get yarn, needles, and she'll teach you to knit," she assured.
***
“Well, Mila, everything is going very well. After one last dose, you should be all set," Dr. Lee told me as he packed up
his medical kit.
It was my last checkup with him.
“Thank you so much, Lee," I said grinning.
“No need to thank me. I'm only making sure you are recovering. Soren is the one who got the Howlingred flower
for you," Lee said disinterestedly.
I chewed my lower lip as I thought about what Lee said.
I'd read about the Howlingred plant in the spellbook and I knew that Soren had to feed the plant lots of blood in
order to get the flower for the antidote. He'd probably risked his life to give it enough blood because it wasn't the
flower's blooming season.
That made me feel even more grateful toward him and I'd been working hard to finish his scarf. It had come out
much better than I expected.
I went to my desk and picked up the scarf. It was light and smooth but the yarn would keep Soren warm in cooler
temperatures, too. I put the scarf in a gift box.
Tonight, I wanted to give the scarf to Soren. It was definitely time.
Just thinking about it made my stomach flutter giddily.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in," I called automatically.
Soren poked his head into my room. He stepped in with a bouquet of flowers in hand. They were wildflowers and
absolutely gorgeous.
“I brought you these," he said. He put the vase and the flowers on a table in my room.
“They're gorgeous," I gasped. I stuck my nose in the flowers and inhaled.
“I thought they could brighten up your room a little bit," Soren said, smiling kindly.
“Thank you."
“Come on, I have something to show you," he said, nodding toward the door.
I nodded, grabbing the gift bag and I followed Soren downstairs. He led me out into the inn courtyard. There was a
place for patio dining but that wasn't what Soren wanted to show me.
In one of the corners of the courtyard, nestled between a tree and garden flowers, there was a swing.
I stopped dead and gasped, my arms going limp at my sides. It was the same swing from the childhood memory
dream Soren had seen with me. The swing my parents had given me.
“Soren…"
“You said you didn't want the childhood cabin back in Hathaway territory or your packland. I did want you to enjoy
something that reminds you of your childhood. What do you think?" he asked, motioning to the swing.
I stared at the swing and shook my head. There was nothing I could say… It was so special and perfect.
Soren frowned at me. “You don't like it?"
“No!" I shook my head. “I mean… Yes, I like it. I love it!"
I went over to the swing and pushed it. It swung back and forth, exactly like my memory.
Taking a deep breath, I went back to Soren and I hugged him.
“Thank you."
Soren smirked and hugged me back. For a moment, I didn't want to leave his embrace.
“As if I didn't need any more reasons to give you a gift," I said. I put the gift bag in his hands. “Please accept this as
a small token of my appreciation… for everything."
Soren creased his brow and pulled the scarf from the bag. He ran it through his fingers and a tender look entered
his eyes.
Smirking, Soren wrapped the scarf around his neck.
“How do I look?" he asked, posing for me.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI giggled. “Great!"
“Mila, this is a lovely gift. Thank you very much," he said. He held a hand out to me.
“Do we have somewhere else to go?" I asked.
“Take my hand and find out," he teased.
I grabbed his hand and Soren led me back inside the inn. We went to the formal dining room and it was empty.
There was one table in the center of the dining room that was set for two with fresh wildflowers and candles in the
center.
“I thought we could enjoy a relaxing dinner for two after everything we've been through recently," he explained,
holding my chair out for me.
“You're right, we deserve a nice, quiet meal," I agreed.
“Are your feet itching?" Soren asked as he sat across from me.
There was a cart next to our table with covered trays. Soren pulled the covers off to reveal the yummy, steaming
food inside. He served us both.
“My feet? Why do you care about my feet?" I asked furrowing my brow.
“You're not thinking of running again, are you?" he clarified.
I giggled and shook my head. “Not right now. I'm pretty content with the peace we have right now."
“Good."
Soren smiled at me and I got the feeling that he was more relieved than sarcastic. I wouldn't expect him to come
out and say that, though.
“How are things going with Thomas and your warriors?" I asked, making conversation.
“Very well. They've all been working hard. If anyone comes after us or the artifact, we'll be ready," he assured.
When we finished dinner, Soren showed me that he had two slices of 14-layer chocolate mousse cake.
“Oh my Goddess," I gasped as he set my slice in front of me.
“This will be the most delicious cake you've ever had. Enjoy it," Soren said, winking at me.
“This almost looks too good to eat," I said, carving a bite out with my fork.
Soren arched an eyebrow at me.
“Almost."
He chuckled and nodded.
Soren walked me back to my room when we were done with dessert. I was stuffed after the cake and I felt like I
was wobbling up the stairs.
“Thank you Soren for a good night and the present," I said when we got to my door.
Soren slipped his arms around my waist.
“Thank you for my gift," he said, indicating his scarf. He hugged me closer and pressed a kiss to my lips.
Soren had never given me a goodnight kiss before. I was too startled to respond and then Soren pulled away.
I didn't want to spoil the moment with questions so I smiled at Soren and quickly slipped into my room, shutting the
door.
Flopping down on my bed, I couldn't stop grinning as I stared at the ceiling. A good night kiss was more than just
business and I felt so happy at Soren's display of affection.
Sighing, I closed my eyes trying to sleep. Tomorrow I'd have another enjoyable day in the rogue zone.