Page 49 of Claim the Light
Micah rears up beneath me and presses his mouth to mine. I taste myself on his lips and I’m okay with it, especially when he deepens the kiss and it’s heavenly, thigh-clenching, sweet, and heady, all at once.
The kiss continues for a long moment until he finally pulls away.
“We should get dressed,” he says, his voice husky.
I glance upward. I completely forgot where we are. My cheeks burn when I realize that Beatrix or Isaac could have walked in on us.
Micah pulls my focus back to him, planting kisses on my cheeks and chin before he gives me a heated smile and inclines his head to the far left side of the room. “Want to fly with me?”
Do I ever.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
The flight area at the back of the training room is vast and spacious enough that it lends itself perfectly to practicing aerial maneuvers.
I relish the chance to spread my wings and fly without inhibition, and Micah gives me a good few minutes of freedom in the air.
Soon enough, he becomes my teacher again.
By the time our stomachs are growling, I’ve begun learning how to put my wings to their best use in the air while also using every other part of my body to defend myself.
It’s liberating, and I actually enjoy it way more than fighting on the ground. By the time our hunger forces us to take a break, I’ve learned several maneuvers and I’m feeling far more confident than before.
Finally, we venture out of the training room and up to the food hall, which is more like a large kitchen.
There, we find Beatrix and Isaac cooking lunch at a wide stove. If they notice our arrival, they barely give any indication, seeming engrossed in their tasks and their conversation.
It gives me a chance to look around. I’m surprised at how retro the kitchen appears to be. It’s like stepping into a home from the 1960s, complete with a pastel-green fridge in the corner and a pastel yellow kettle sitting on the stove.
A large, rectangular table is positioned in the middle of the room covered in a tablecloth the same color as the fridge while the floor is checkered black and white.
There are windows on the left and right sides of the room, each one framed by short, lace curtains that are clipped back to reveal green fields. A barn is visible in the background through the left-hand window.
I’m startled when I’m sure I hear a cow mooing outside.
“We grow everything ourselves,” Isaac is saying to Beatrix. “But unfortunately, without the other Roden-Darr to help, it’s going to be difficult tending to the livestock and fields.”
Beatrix’s hair is windswept again and it makes me think she might have spent the morning flying over the forest—or some other area I don’t know about yet.
She cracks an egg into the pan she’s heating on the stove. “I can help.”
Isaac arches his eyebrows at her before he resumes buttering bread. He doesn’t say anything, but it’s clear he’s doubtful of her offer.
“What?” she asks, glaring at him. “You think I’m too fancy to get my hands dirty?”
He widens his stormy eyes at her, as if to reply with a resoundingyes.
“Well, I’m not,” she says, an obstinate edge in her voice. “And unlikesomebody else, I don’t need to spend my day training.”
She gives me a brief glance, confirming she’s aware of our arrival, before she returns her attention to Isaac. “If you don’t give me a purpose, I’ll get bored.” She waggles the spatula at him. “And trust me when I tell you,Isaac, you don’t want me to get bored.”
The corners of his lips twitch upward. “Well, I can’t have that.”
He places two buttered rolls of bread onto plates beside the stove and continues in the next breath. “After lunch, you can help me gather grains. That should be a good place to start.”
I can no longer withstand the mouthwatering scents that are making my stomach growl. Clearing my throat, I opt for a cheery, “Good afternoon, Isaac. What can we do to help?”
“You can sit,” Beatrix orders me before Isaac can respond. She points her spatula sharply at the chair nearest to her. “Don’t tell me how you like your eggs. You’ll get them how I make them.”
