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There was so much to think about.
How was I going to find time alone to hunt down J. Jenks, and why did Jimin want me to know about him?
If Jimin's clue had nothing to do with Eunjin, what could I do to save my daughter?
How were Taehyung and I going to explain things to Solar's family in the morning? What if they reacted like Moonbyul? What if it turned into a fight?
I didn't know how to fight. How was I going to learn in just a month? Was there any chance at all that I could be taught fast enough that I might be a danger to any one member of the Volturi? Or was I doomed to be totally useless? Just another easily dispatched newborn?
So many answers I needed, but I did not get the chance to ask my questions.
Wanting some normality for Eunjin, I'd insisted on taking her home to our cottage at bedtime. Minghyu was more comfortable in his wolf form at the moment; the stress was easier dealt with when he felt ready for a fight. I wished that I could feel the same, could feel ready. He ran in the woods, on guard again.
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After she was deeply under, I put Eunjin in her bed and then went to the front room to ask my questions of Taehyung. The ones I was able to ask, at any rate; one of the most difficult of problems was the idea of trying to hide anything from him, even with the advantage of my silent thoughts.
He stood with his back to me, staring into the fire.
"Taehyung, I—"
He spun and was across the room in what seemed like no time at all, not even the smallest part of a second. I only had time to register the ferocious expression on his face before his lips were crushing against mine and his arms were locked around me like steel girders.
I didn't think of my questions again for the rest of the night. It didn't take long for me to grasp the reason for his mood, and even less time to feel exactly the same way.
I'd been planning on needing years just to somewhat organize the overwhelming passion I felt for him physically. And then centuries after that to enjoy it. If we had only a month left together... Well, I didn't see how I could stand to have this end. For the moment I couldn't help but be selfish. All I wanted was to love him as much as possible in the limited time given to me.
