When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21
Artemisia

Ignoring her, I jump down the cold stairs, cursing myself for not having put on any socks. Still pondering over how stupid I have been to just sprint off in the first place, I’m shocked as I stand in front of a mountain of a man. “Oh, hello.”

“My lady,” he bows, making the big keychain he is wearing on his hips tingle.

I chuckle, happy about the fact that he seems to be nicer than the Omegas. “Missy.”

He flashes me his pearly canines, as he steps forward, holding out his hand. “Ashton. I’m one of the guards.”

“And a lousy one at best.” I hear Fynn shout as I take Ashton’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Ashton.”

“So, I should send her right back up, then.” Ashton laughs at his remark, shaking his head as he adds in a whisper. “He is cranky but will be happy to see you.”

“Thank you,” I whisper back, as I walk around him, entering the big hall with the cells.

To my surprise, a few inmates are sitting there, which I didn’t notice the last time I was here.

As I get some nasty looks, I keep my eyes straight forward, hurrying through the tunnel to reach Fynn’s cell.

“What are you doing here?” He growls, his eyes directed to the floor.

“Oh, are you busy? I will leave you alone, then.” I answer, making him look back at me with a frown.

He is sitting there with his legs wide, his elbows propped on his thighs, making my stomach tingle.

A strange feeling creeps up my legs, making my heart rate pick up once again. As I see him eyeing me up, it dawns on me.

It’s his emotions I feel!

The anger. The impatience. It all makes sense. If I’m able to feel his, the possibility is high that he is feeling mine as well, so he must have felt it when I got hot for him in the bathtub, kissed Matthew, or was having fun out and at the movie night.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, a smile creeping up my lips, and Cassy groans.

This is extremely rare. And even she has to admit that this is extraordinary.

Normally, mates don’t feel each other’s feelings until they have marked each other.

“Why are you smiling like an idiot?” He asks, annoyed.

I ignore his comment and smile even brighter as I hold up the chocolate bar. “We had a movie night. I thought that maybe you would want some chocolate as well.”