Ha'ven's Song by S. E. Smith Page A

out
slowly. “I… I’m not interested. I know where… you can find… a
couple who are,” she retorted angrily.
    Ha’ven threw his head back and laughed.
Never had he had to chase a female before and to be told one was
not interested in him was… strange. He grunted when a pillow from
the couch hit him in the face.
    His eyes widened when he saw she had a
figurine to throw next. He looked warily at her as she pulled back
and let loose, barely ducking out of the way. Her aim was
definitely improving. He dodged when she picked up a large bowl and
threw it next.
    Cursing, he went one way trying to catch her
only for her to go the other. She was determined to keep the couch
between them and find anything loose that she could throw at him.
When she raced to the dining area, he jumped over the back of the
couch and chased after her.
    “Ouch! That hurt!” He growled when she
tipped a chair in front of him and it landed on his foot. “Will you
stay still?” Emma ignored him and continued pulling the chairs over
as she rounded the table.
    “Never!” She said breathlessly when she saw
him heading in the opposite direction. “Not until... you...
disappear back to where you came from… like you did… before.”
    Ha’ven growled in frustration as she tipped
another chair in front of him before turning and quickly jumping
the ones that were lying on the floor. His foot caught in one and
he almost went face first into the floor.
    “That’s it,” he snapped as he pushed up.
    With a wave of his hand, chairs began flying
out of his way. Emma’s eyes widened as they began moving on their
own. She let out a loud scream and turned. She ran as fast as she
could to her bedroom.
    Slamming the door and twisting the locks,
she backed up as she heard his booted feet against the polished
tile. She glanced frantically around looking for a weapon she could
use against him. A decorative sword was set against the far wall.
She rushed to it. Rising up, she groaned in frustration when she
realized she was too short to reach it. Turning, she raced for the
chair near the vanity. Pulling the heavy chair across the floor,
she pushed it up against the wall and quickly climbed up onto it.
She was shaking from head to toe as she yanked on the heavy piece
of metal. It came free at the same time as the doors leading into
her room burst open, hitting the wall with a resounding bang.
    Emma grunted as the sword came free, almost
toppling her off the chair. She turned on the narrow seat and tried
to hold the large weapon in front of her but it was too heavy for
her to lift. She glared at the huge male standing in the doorway
with his hands on his hips and a dark scowl on his face.
    “You are the most aggravating, stubborn and
hard-headed female I have ever met,” Ha’ven bit out. “Why are you
fighting me? I told you I was claiming you when I returned.”
    Emma let the heavy sword rest on the edge of
the chair. She looked at the male who actually looked like he was
confused that she was not jumping into his arms. He honestly didn’t
understand why she was running from him. If she wasn’t so angry and
confused herself she might have found the situation funny.
    “I want you… to leave me… alone,” she forced
out quietly. “I don’t know why… you won’t. You could ha… have any
woman you want. Why are you… picking on me?”
    Ha’ven looked at the petite figure standing
on the chair holding a large war sword between her slender hands
and biting her lower lip. Her eyes were huge and she looked as
confused as he felt. He slowly took a step toward her, biting back
a chuckle when she tried to raise the sword that had to weigh more
than she did. With a wave of his hand, the sword disappeared as he
stepped in front of her.
    “What…? How…?” Her shocked words echoed in
the room.
    “There is much you will need to learn, my
Emma” Ha’ven answered quietly. “The first is there is only one
woman for me and you are her. I thought I had