was sure he’d made his point.
“Okay, so it may be not a great idea, but give me a break—werewolf—come on.”
Archer shrugged. “Fine, don’t believe it, but you aren’t human either. You are a pyro, a fire-starter. I’m sure you’ve noticed that you have an ability to create fire from nothing.”
“Yeah.” A frown drew her brows down. “I’m a freak, but it doesn’t mean I’m not human.”
“That’s exactly what it means. You are one of the Eternal, an immortal.”
“Oh, Please. What kind of bull are you trying to feed me?” She looked heavenward, then leveled a dirty look at him.
He dropped his head back on the headrest and wished for some patience. It was obvious she was going to be one of those who refused to believe the things that were happening to her.
“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you. So, let’s go.” He opened the car door and got out, ignoring her protests. She jumped out the door to follow him.
“You said you’d answer my questions,” she stated, slamming the door closed at the same time.
“There is no point.” He kept on walking, forcing her to run to keep up. “You don’t want to believe a word I say.” He got to the elevators and pushed the button to call it.
“Well, if you said something logical or even reasonable, I’d believe you.”
Archer tilted his head and glowered at her. “You ran away because you set the shelter on fire in your sleep and—”
“There is no proof that fire was caused by me.”
He raised one of his brows in a questioning arch. “You set a bus depot on fire, or are you going to try and deny that one, too?”
She didn’t answer him, but dropped her eyes, looking down at her sneakers.
“You ran into the forest where you were hunted by some of the most dangerous beings in the Eternal.”
He watched her shudder and felt the inane urge to wrap his arms around her to comfort her.
“One of which is a spirit, and you want to argue with me about logic and sense?”
The elevator doors opened, and Archer stepped in, then waited for Scarlet before it closed.
“I’ll admit a lot of that stuff was weird and I’m beginning to think I was drugged, or I’m having some type of hysterical meltdown.” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than him.
He just scrubbed his hands over his face. “Stubborn, too stubborn.”
“What is the Eternal?” Scarlet asked him, in a quiet voice as the elevator rode up.
“The Eternal is the collective title for all species of immortals.”
“Species? You mean there is more than what I’ve seen.” Sarcasm made her tone hard.
“Enough—when you are ready to believe what I’m telling you, I’ll answer your questions. Until then, be a honey and don’t ask any more.” He reached forward and lifted the gate of the freight elevator.
She glanced around the room. “What is this place?”
“It is many things—our offices, our place of residence, and a place where you will be safe for now.” Stepping into the hub, Archer led the way.
* * * *
Scarlet stopped short when they reached a horseshoe-shaped reception area. There was a man sitting in the center of it. He leaned back on the chair, his booted feet propped up on the desk in front of him as if he were sunning on a beach. He had dark hair, shaved on one side, while the other side had evenly spaced cornrow braids that fell down over his shoulder and farther down his back. His deep blue eyes were striking with his pale, almost translucent skin.
“Where have you been, Poe? I’ve been trying to call you.” Archer asked the seated man.
“You were?” Poe lifted his hips to reach into his pocket, so he could pull out a cell phone, and glanced at the screen. “Sorry, seems the battery is as dead as I am.”
He turned his attention to Scarlet and gave her a crooked smile. “Who have we here?”
Archer frowned. “This is Scarlet, and she needs a Kalick lifted.”
She glanced over at Archer to ask,
“Okay, so it may be not a great idea, but give me a break—werewolf—come on.”
Archer shrugged. “Fine, don’t believe it, but you aren’t human either. You are a pyro, a fire-starter. I’m sure you’ve noticed that you have an ability to create fire from nothing.”
“Yeah.” A frown drew her brows down. “I’m a freak, but it doesn’t mean I’m not human.”
“That’s exactly what it means. You are one of the Eternal, an immortal.”
“Oh, Please. What kind of bull are you trying to feed me?” She looked heavenward, then leveled a dirty look at him.
He dropped his head back on the headrest and wished for some patience. It was obvious she was going to be one of those who refused to believe the things that were happening to her.
“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you. So, let’s go.” He opened the car door and got out, ignoring her protests. She jumped out the door to follow him.
“You said you’d answer my questions,” she stated, slamming the door closed at the same time.
“There is no point.” He kept on walking, forcing her to run to keep up. “You don’t want to believe a word I say.” He got to the elevators and pushed the button to call it.
“Well, if you said something logical or even reasonable, I’d believe you.”
Archer tilted his head and glowered at her. “You ran away because you set the shelter on fire in your sleep and—”
“There is no proof that fire was caused by me.”
He raised one of his brows in a questioning arch. “You set a bus depot on fire, or are you going to try and deny that one, too?”
She didn’t answer him, but dropped her eyes, looking down at her sneakers.
“You ran into the forest where you were hunted by some of the most dangerous beings in the Eternal.”
He watched her shudder and felt the inane urge to wrap his arms around her to comfort her.
“One of which is a spirit, and you want to argue with me about logic and sense?”
The elevator doors opened, and Archer stepped in, then waited for Scarlet before it closed.
“I’ll admit a lot of that stuff was weird and I’m beginning to think I was drugged, or I’m having some type of hysterical meltdown.” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than him.
He just scrubbed his hands over his face. “Stubborn, too stubborn.”
“What is the Eternal?” Scarlet asked him, in a quiet voice as the elevator rode up.
“The Eternal is the collective title for all species of immortals.”
“Species? You mean there is more than what I’ve seen.” Sarcasm made her tone hard.
“Enough—when you are ready to believe what I’m telling you, I’ll answer your questions. Until then, be a honey and don’t ask any more.” He reached forward and lifted the gate of the freight elevator.
She glanced around the room. “What is this place?”
“It is many things—our offices, our place of residence, and a place where you will be safe for now.” Stepping into the hub, Archer led the way.
* * * *
Scarlet stopped short when they reached a horseshoe-shaped reception area. There was a man sitting in the center of it. He leaned back on the chair, his booted feet propped up on the desk in front of him as if he were sunning on a beach. He had dark hair, shaved on one side, while the other side had evenly spaced cornrow braids that fell down over his shoulder and farther down his back. His deep blue eyes were striking with his pale, almost translucent skin.
“Where have you been, Poe? I’ve been trying to call you.” Archer asked the seated man.
“You were?” Poe lifted his hips to reach into his pocket, so he could pull out a cell phone, and glanced at the screen. “Sorry, seems the battery is as dead as I am.”
He turned his attention to Scarlet and gave her a crooked smile. “Who have we here?”
Archer frowned. “This is Scarlet, and she needs a Kalick lifted.”
She glanced over at Archer to ask,
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