Chapter Eighty-Seven

Title: Flash Fire

Pairing: Garrett/Bella

Summary: She sacrificed a lot for her brother so he could escape hell. Now in isolation, will she find her own happiness or will war come knocking once more?

Author Note: this is going to be a drabble, so chapters will be anywhere between 100-600 words.

Chapter Eighty-Seven

Fire licked around Garrett as he stood next to his mate as they faced down Fredrik and Oliver. He could see their eyes darken, a flicker of fear behind the blackness of their eyes as they stared he and his mate down. His foot shifted as his mate crouched causing the fire to flicker closer to him than he liked.

Bella stood abruptly, her fires flickering out and leaving behind scorched earth and turned to him. “Hold out your hand.”

“What?” Garrett asked confused but did as she requested.

“Do you trust me?” She asked and he couldn’t help but jerk his head back affronted. “You stepped back when my fire got close, you are not okay and so I ask do you trust me.”

“Of course I do.” He practically spat out before yelping as she pressed her hand to his and set it on fire. He could hear sharp inhales from behind him, the hisses of a few but Garrett did not tear his eyes away from his mate.

He understood now as his eyes cast down from her face to their joined hands. The fire didn’t go further than his forearm but he didn’t feel it and as he cast a closer look he could see a faint shimmer across his skin. His body relaxed in a blink of an eye, the fire won’t hurt him, not now while she shielded him.

“Are you okay to continue or I can ask Jasper.” Bella whispered softly, raising her other hand to brush away the hair from his face.

Garrett nodded and then turned to face the others with a smirk on his face., pulling a laugh from his mate as she let her whips out once more.

The Major grinned, “You should know the rules, try not t’burn the forest down.”

“It won’t,” Bella huffed and bared her teeth at her prodigies. “I hope ya haven’t forgotten yer training as I’m not gonna shield ya.”

Fredrik and Oliver grinned viciously at their Mistress. “Perhaps we will beat you this time Mistress.”

Cocking her brow Bella settled into a deeper stance, one hand bracing the ground as she grinned wickedly smile. “Oh boys, you know I hate it when you call me that.”

Author Note: *chuckles*



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