Chapter Seven (Amaya)

I followed Abagail as she entered another shop. She spoke to the man at the counter and received a parcel.

“Have you met my Granddaughter Amaya?” she gestured towards me, a smile on her friendly face. Something about this woman felt so safe and welcoming. I never had grandparents growing up, hell I didn’t even know my own parents. They abandoned me at a fire station at a few days old with a note in my basket that read, “Protect her.” And they embroidered the name Amaya on my blanket. No last name or even a clue to who my biological parents were. Luckily, I was adopted by an amazing couple when I was five, they died a few years back but left their home and small fortune to me which I used for college. A lot of good that did me here.
“No, I haven’t had the pleasure. I’m Jason,” a young man with dark brown, almost black eyes answered, looking at me with a friendly smile.

“Nice to meet you.” I smiled.

“How long have you been in town?”

“I just arrived yesterday. It was an unforeseen visit.”

“Well, I hope I will see you around.”

I nodded as Abigail stated, “Come dear, we have a lot of things to do back at the cabin."

“Have a good day.” I said to Jason as I followed Abigail out of the store and back through the forest, following the same trail back to the cabin.

When we arrived back, she asked me to chop wood while she prepared supper. I took a swig of beer before starting. Not going to lie, the stuff wasn’t as bad as it was at first, and it did help with thirst, although I would kill for a decent cup of coffee.

After an hour or two, Abigail left the cottage and walked over to me. “I think that is more than enough wood, dear. Let’s go in. Supper is ready."

Using my sleeve to wipe the sweat off my brow, I put the ax down and followed her inside. She had made soup, and it smelled heavenly. We sat and ate dinner, and I helped her tidy up before joining her by the fire.

“You seem to attract trouble, don’t you?” Abigail accused me with a chuckle.

“What do you mean? What trouble have I caused? If I did, I didn’t mean to.” I defended, feeling guilty.

“The trouble I am referring to is man trouble.” She laughed, "First you get time napped by a demon, a sexy one at that, and then Samuel couldn’t stop staring at you. Even poor Jason never stood a chance." she shook her head with a smile.

“How is that me causing trouble? Those are things that happened to me. Not things I’ve done.” I pointed out. Wait, the man that brought me here is a demon? There's no way she is tricking me.

“It’s just an observation, dear.” She noted as she stood patting my shoulders. “I’m going to bed.” She looked around the room and smiled. “Don’t be too loud now.” She winked and went to her bedroom.

“What the hell was that about?” I asked myself. "What a weird comment."

“And no cursing.” She yelled from her room with a laugh.

“How do you like it here, little flame?” Sin’s voice rang throughout the small room.

I jumped, my heart racing, and spun around.

“Why do you keep doing that?" I paused, "Why me?"

He shrugged, leaning against the wall. “You are entertaining little flame.”

“Are you going to take me home?”

He laughed, “Are you going to make that deal?"

“I don’t make deals with beings who kidnap me and throw me into a different time.” I assured him as I crossed my arms. "Especially without warning her first! Abigail might not have found me. What if the witch hunters had?"

“Not even ones as handsome as me?” he smiled, walking towards me, resting his palms on my shoulders. "You were never in any danger. I knew who would find you."
“How could you have known that?” I bit out, looking up at him.

"It was all part of my plan, now about that deal..."

"No way, I will never make a deal with you."

“We will see. Little flame.” He mumbled, staring at my lips, reaching his hand up and pressing his thumb against it. Causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach against my will as he leaned down and kissed me. He was surprisingly gentle compared to his rough demeanor he didn’t come across as the gentle type. He pulled away from me and I was speechless. A smile crossed his lips.

“You can’t just go around kissing people!” I yelled, slapping him.

“I thought you said your name was lust?” He teased as he raised his brows at me.

“It was sarcasm.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“Jerk.” I went to hit him again but instead he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him again, cupping my neck he leaned in and kissed me again, more forcefully like he needed to be closer to me. He went to pull away and my body, with a will of its own, pressed in for more of that toe curling kiss. Realizing what I had done, I pushed away from him and refused to meet his smug face. Cupping my cheek, he muttered, “That’ll do for now, little flame” and he was gone.
“That son of a…”

“No cursing!” Abigail yelled, cutting me off from the other room. Had she heard our conversation? How embarrassing. “And yes, I heard everything, you little minx.”

She cackled from the other room. Why did she speak like people from my time? Was she out of place as much as I was?

My face red with embarrassment, I laid down in front of the fire on the bedding she had given me and went to sleep. Damn, that man was going to haunt my dreams now, damn him and his sexy smile, who am I kidding? He was nothing but drop dead gorgeous, an asshole but definitely dream worthy.

I sighed; Abigail had known he was here. She had looked right behind me when she said she was headed to bed. That sneaky old fox, does she know him?
Maybe things were not as they seemed.