Chapter 21: Chapter 21

I can hear the blood rushing through my ears as I shake his body, waiting for a sign that he is okay. I see that he is still breathing, his chest is moving steadily so it leads me to believe that he is only unconscious, nothing else.

But still, I don't know what is going on with him. He was fine when we came back, so what went wrong. Did the curse get him, is it killing him slowly right now? Is he going to die.

My wolf whines in my head, reprimanding me for thinking like that. Even though she doesn't speak I am able to know that she is anxious about this situation too.

Not knowing what else to do, I decide to take him to his room. It takes a while before I can get him there, to be honest, I don't really know where his room is. I just follow my nose and track the place that his scent is more intense.

My anxiety slowly fades away when I remember who he is. A god. And he won't let this flimsy curse end him, right? No, he can't or I'll torture him.

"Isabella." I gasp when he calls my name. His eyes slowly opens to me. "What are you doing?"

"You're okay." I mutter silently as I lay him on the bed. That's good. "How do you feel?"

He grunts lowly and tucks his face into his bed. His voice is muffled by his bedsheet but I make out every word. "Like I got shot with a lighting bolt."

I sit on the bed, making sure that I don't disturb him in any way. "So that means bad?"

He turns his face to me and frowns at me. "I'll be fine. I just need to rest and probably need to take a bath."

"Well, I can prepare your bath if you want." I find myself volunteering. When I find out what I just said, I close my mouth with my hands immediately. "I mean, if that's what you want. It's not like I want to join you or anything. I mean-"

I decide to stop talking. If I keep talking then stupid things will flow out of my mouth and I don't want to say anything I will regret. It's not like I haven't said a few of those...

I stand to my feet and turn my back to him. Why can't I think straight!

"I would really like that."

I turn my attention back to him with my face withering in confusion. "What?"

He doesn't move an inch. Is he that tired? The curse is doing a lot of things to him right now and I don't know how to help.

"You said that you could make my bath, right?" From where I stand, I can see his also confused face. "Or did I hear wrong?"

I wave my hands in the air, vigorously. "No, no. I said that and I'll go do that right now."

With a nervous smile on my face, I walk into his bathroom and start making his bath. When the water in the bath tub is ready and I am satisfied, I walk back into his room to call him.

What I was expecting to see is him pulling off his clothes and not him sleeping. Nathan is fast asleep and this makes me sigh.

A frown remains on my face as I tug him into the bed covers. He looks so calm as he sleeps and I try my best to not bother him.

Even as I stand away from his bed and look down at him, I know that something is wrong but I can't tell what it is.

Strange.

When I move to touch him, I know why I am feeling this way. He is boiling! I can feel the hotness from his clothes.

I try to remain calm.

Don't panic. Don't panic.

That's the only thing I can chant in my head as I struggle to find anything that can help to calm down his sudden change of temperature.

I return back with a bowl of water and a towel in my hands. I'm sure that this will help in one-way or the other.

To be honest, I haven't done this before. I don't do well with others so I stick to myself but here I am, helping my mate...

This is so not me.

There might be a chance that he did that spell of his again. I need to talk to him about that and make him promise not to do it again. I'm already drained by all these new emotions I am feeling.

I am able to pull off his shirt when he reaches out to me and calls my name. "Isabella."

I know that he isn't awake. His eyes are closed and he seems to be having a dreaming. A dream, about me? Well, this can't get any better.

My cheeks are suddenly tinted red when my mind tries to wonder what kind of dream he is having.

I shake my head immediately.

No, no. I can't think of this right now. I have a situation at hand here.

"You'll be fine, Nathan. I'll take care of you." With a smile, I drop down his outstretched arm and proceed to unbuttoning his shirt. When I am done with that my cheeks are burning from the sight.

I stop myself from counting his abs. That's not something a princess would do. If my aunt was here, she would have spanked my head upside down, so I'll refrain from that. I'll also refrain from trailing my fingers down his toned upper body.

I groan out loudly.

Why am I doing this again?

Nathan's stirring body brings my attention to him and my senses rush back to me immediately. Without wasting anymore time, I begin to pat his body with the wet towel. I make sure that I don't wet the bed in the process.

"Don't you die, Nathan." I whisper. "Or I will travel to wherever gods go when they die and kill you again."

I glare at him when I notice that his temperature is going back to normal. Was he faking all this while? If he was then I'll murder him when he wakes up.

I glare at him one last time before I return the bowl of water and the towel. It didn't take him five minutes to be back to his normal temperature. Did I really have to pull off his clothes to give him a cold compress?

Well, it can be categorized as his bath so I guess that I did him some good. Now, I just have to make sure that everything is alright with him and then I'll go to bed.

I rinse my hands before I walk back to his room. Opening the door slowly, I peek in to see that he is still asleep. Great, just great.

I walk to him, immediately getting the same sense I got before. Something is wrong.

The first thing that comes to my mind is to touch him and when I do that, I frown deeply and grit my teeth in annoyance.

"And now, you are freezing cold. Great, just great."

I glare at him as I hold the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. From my angle of view right now, I have nothing I can use to warm him up and it so happens that werewolves can radiate heat so if I want to keep him warm, I'll have to... cuddle with him.

I'm sure that if my aunt was here, she would have told me to put on my shirt. Another part of me knows that she would even encourage me to pull everything and lay with Nathan as long as he is my mate...

I shake my head immediately.

I need to get all these thoughts out of my head. Nathan's temperature is dropping drastically and while I should be panicking, I am here, actually happy that I am going to snuggle close to him.

What is wrong with me?

Am I going crazy? Is it because I said that I will accept him, is that why?

Or it's just because he is a god and because of that curse too.

Yeah, I'm sure it has nothing to do with me.

I try to focus on slipping into his arms without waking him up and when I do that successfully, he stirs and moves closer to me, wrapping his arms around me as he drags me close.

I can feel his chest on my chest. His hands on my back and waist. His face in the crook of my neck.

And then, I remember that I am not wearing a shirt.

Oh boy!

This is not how I wanted things to turn out.