As Cerek looked upon Sarina's sleeping body, and the bandage over the wound from the arrow that he had hit her with when he had come across her while hunting in the forest, he marveled at his fortune. When he had left to hunt, he had done so with many weights on his heart, most of which had been placed there by Clara, the woman he had sought after for years. Of course, he had not seen how cruel and heartless she was until he had begun to win her. All that had fallen away with his return from the forest with this strange and beautiful creature that slept next to him. He had thought that after such unequalled lovemaking that he would be exhausted and eager to slumber, but even after Sarina had drifted off, he could no more close his eyes than cease breathing.
At some point, he did drift to sleep, and morning came seemingly within the next breath. He felt Sarina stir, and opened one eye just a little to watch her stretch sinuously, yawning. She sat there for more than a minute, marveling herself, that she could be here with this man and not fleeing for her life from barbaric, twisted villagers. Granted, her shoulder was still sore from the arrow, but she easily forgave him this. After all, she had planned on dashing at him, knocking him down, and stealing his meal as it cooked over his campfire. She turned to gaze upon Cerek's...not quite sleeping form. He was peeking at her with one eye.
"I know you're watching me," she smiled.
Cerek opened his eyes and grinned, "Yes, I am."
She slid her feet off the edge of the bed and stood up. She tried to work her wounded shoulder and found it stiff. She winced as a dull pain resulted, and dropped her arm to her side.
"Do you think you'll ever forgive me for wounding you?"
"I don't know...maybe if you feed me."
Cerek pulled his robe from the floor next to the bed, and started to wrap it around her, but she stopped him.
"I don't mind being unclothed right now."
"Maybe not, but if you don't we'll never make it downstairs for food."
Sarina pouted and relented, letting him robe her. He quickly dressed and followed her downstairs, where he found her standing very still, staring at something that was blocked by the corner. He reached her and saw why she was not moving.
"Well, now, what is this?"
Clara sat in one of the chairs near the kitchen, her arms folded, her eyes twin flames of blue, except it was a coldness that radiated from them presently. Cerek slowed when he heard her voice, but did not stop.
"Who let you in, Clara?"
"Is that any way to treat the woman whose heart you've been questing for so long?"
Cerek grit his teeth, "That quest ended fruitlessly with the way you've treated me. You can find your own way out, I assume?"
Clara stood, but made no move to leave yet, "Now, Cerek, has this little trollop taken my place in your heart, and so quickly? You've only been gone four days."
Cerek turned to where Sarina still stood, right past the bottom step, "Sarina, please," and motioned for her to come over to him. She did, but her eyes never left Clara's icy-flamed eyes.
Cerek put his arm around her, "If you would, go into the kitchen and decide what you would like to eat this morn, and I'll deal with this."
Sarina did as he asked, taking one last mistrustful glance back at Clara as she disappeared into the kitchen. Cerek turned back to Clara and took a breath to calm himself.
"Sarina has been far better to me and for me in two days than you have since I first laid eyes on you, and I regret that I wasted so much of my youth panting after you."
Clara's eyes narrowed, "Oh, is that so? You're fortunate that I ever paid attention to you at all. You're nothing but a great dumb oaf, and that's all you will ever be! I could have my pick of the lot of men anywhere I go. What made you think I'd stoop down and pick you?"
"You say this, and yet you are still here after I told you to leave. I'll just wager that you loathe being replaced, being put in your place. If you can have your pick of the lot, then go have it someplace else. You're not welcome here."
Clara sputtered and fumed, but was at a loss for effective words, "Oh...You SWINE!!! You filthy, unkempt SWINE!"
On this, she whirled and left, leaving the door open in her wake. Cerek, feeling much better, closed the door behind her and joined Sarina in the kitchen.
She leaned against the wall, looking at nothing in particular, a look of worry in her green eyes.
"I am sorry to have caused this."
Cerek blinked, and then shook his head, "You haven't caused this. Clara had that coming for a very long time."
"If you had never seen me, would you still be with her?"
"I was never 'with her,' Sarina. Looking back on it, I wonder what it is that I ever saw in her. I think she enjoys being the center of attention and having clusters of young men lusting after her. I think that I should count my blessings for finding you."
Sarina left the wall and looked up at Cerek, a look of sheer vulnerability in her eyes, "Are you one day going to feel the same about me?"
Cerek looked back down at her solemnly, "Never...You are a better woman than she could ever hope to be, far better."
Sarina came into his arms, and he felt her shivering. He hugged her tightly, and she buried her face in his shirt. When she finally looked up at him again, he smiled.
"Now, what would you like to eat this morn?"
He cooked, and they ate, sitting close together, both relishing the closeness. She talked about her life before the fire that had claimed her family, and of her encounter with an old man in the forest.
"Only it wasn't a man I met. It was a wolf, and it greeted me by attacking me. It bit me hand as I tried to defend myself, and I thought I was already dead. But it stopped after biting me, which was odd. When the wolf began changing before my eyes, I was so frightened that I fainted dead away. I awoke feeling cold, and very ill. I found myself in a small cave near a stream, and an old man, the same one that the wolf had become, sitting near the entrance, building a fire. I wanted to move, to escape, but even moving was difficult. Each movement was like fire under my skin, deep down to my bones. Yet, I was deathly cold. The man finished building the fire, walked over to me, and sat down next to me. He began explaining why I had not been ripped limb from limb, saying that I reminded him of a daughter he had lost a long time ago. He also said that since I had been bitten by him, I would soon become what he was, and that the next few days would be excruciating for me as I became changed. He was right about the next few days. I felt as though I was being burnt alive. I spent much of that time asleep, since I could not bear the pain while awake.