Macy sat on her bed staring at the wall. Nervousness coiled her stomach as she glanced at her shaking hands.
Titus shouldn't be out with the other Warriors.
She fell back onto the sky blue comforter. Closing her eyes, she stretched her hands above her head as she tried to figure out exactly what she felt.
Her extreme worry went beyond a Healer / patient bond. In retrospect, she should be able to keep her distance. If she considered him ‘just a patient,’ then she would be able to take a step back and let him live his life as he saw fit, yet be there for him if he needed to be healed.
However, her heart palpitated in her chest and sweat formed on her brow. This far exceeded a normal relationship between a patient and a Healer.
"Macy, what is going on?" she whispered.
Self-honesty could be a slippery slope; yet, she’d always been in touch with her feelings. However, it seemed she hadn’t given them consideration in some time, and she realized that she felt more for Titus than she should.
Did she love him?
No ... no, she didn't. However, she definitely cared about the male. She compared her feelings to all the other males she'd healed in her time, and she never worried to this extent about any of them.
Growing up as a Forest Dweller, she had been used to the males taking extreme chances as they bound across three-hundred-foot treetops in the name of survival against the small, carnivorous creatures that lived on the ground. She'd seen plenty of injuries from those males, both from sheer idiocy and real attacks. However, she'd been able to separate herself from them and provide them what they needed.
Now, with Titus, she'd become emotionally involved.
A tear tracked down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.
She glanced at the clock; it read ten p.m.
She needed a distraction, but who would be up at this time? Sitting up, she left her quarters and entered the elevator when it arrived at her floor.
The silence seemed so oppressive as it lifted her upward, almost as if it someone had placed a wet blanket over her soul.
The panels opened onto the main floor. She entered the small hallway that led into the kitchen from the catch-all rooms.
Abby stood against the counters, sipping from a coffee cup and dressed in an orange robe, the exact same color as Noah’s SR44 color. She glanced up as Macy entered and gave her a sad smile.
Macy grinned, happy to have someone to concentrate on beside herself.
“Is everything okay, Abby?”
She stood next to her and crossed her arms over her chest and wondered if she should have some tea, as well.
“I’m fine. Just worrying.”
She nodded. “About Noah, I assume?”
“Yes.”
“It must be hard to watch your mate go out for the night, especially with a babe in your belly.”
Abby sighed. “I asked him not to go tonight, simply because I have a bad feeling about things, but he insisted. He said he couldn’t send others out and stay home.”
Noah had always been an honorable male in her eyes, and as leader of the Six Saviors, as well as those from Rescue One he’d taken in, he did have an obligation to walk the walk, so to speak.
“He’s our leader, Abby.”
Abby sighed. “I know. Sometimes, I just wish he was only my mate, and nothing else.”
A lone tear trickled down her face, and Macy grabbed her hand. “I don’t blame you. You share a lot of him with others.”
“Thank you for understanding. Sometimes, I just want him for myself, and I feel selfish. But, with the baby coming anytime now, I just want him close.”
“Completely logical,” she said as Abby met her gaze.
Abby had always fascinated her. With Hudson as her father, she was part SR44ian, yet, her eyes didn’t change at night. The same chocolate-colored gaze stared back at her no matter the time.
Macy laid her hand on Abby stomach. “He’ll be back soon, safe and sound, and then you two can lie together and rejoice in your creation.”
Abby grinned. “You have such a magical way of making those around you feel better, Macy. It’s truly a gift.”
She embraced Abby, and then watched as the female stepped into the elevator back to her floor of the main silo.
As she stood in the kitchen alone, her own internal demons moved in. Had she fallen for an unattainable male? One that only loved other males? She thought of his chiseled features, long hair, and pained gaze, and warmth spread throughout her body. No matter how attractive she found him, she needed to squash these feelings before they morphed into something more.
Why had it taken her so long to realize her attraction to Titus? He hadn’t exactly made it easy to like him with his harsh words and actions. Yet, since she’d yelled at him, she’d seen a new side of him, a kinder soul. That combined with him putting himself in danger tonight had caused this conundrum of emotions.
“Oh, Macy. What have you done?”