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a man. Is there really that big of a difference? Is this a shifter thing? Cannibalism?”
Good Christ… Cannibalism?
Did she seriously just fucking ask me if I’m a cannibal? If my people were into cannibalism?
I pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger and take a deep breath in through my nose.
This is proving to be more difficult than I ever thought it was going to be. I almost wished she’d scream at me instead. Maybe throw something at my head, something soft, like a pillow. Anything but accuse me of being a cannibal. That was just plain nuts. And wrong. And offensive. Not only was I offended for myself, but for my brother and my people as well.
Christ almighty.
“I’m not a fucking cannibal and no, it’s not a shifter thing. And, honest to God, I don’t know why you give a shit about the damn Vampire. He was going to drain you dry. If not for me you’d be dead right now,” I snap at her, still pinching the bridge of my nose, my eyes aimed down at my boots.
She holds up her hands in gesture meant to placate me but I think I’m beyond placating at the moment.
“Calm down, I didn’t mean to offend you. Try to look at it from my point of view.”
I don’t acknowledge that, “What else do you want to know?” I ask her in a snide voice.
“Why do you call me your mate? What does that even mean?” she asks me hesitantly. I hate that she hesitates. It’s my fault, I know it. I’m not handling her, this whole situation that I’ve put her in, very well and I’m acting like a total dick but I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m unused to answering to anyone for anything. I grew up thinking such things were beneath me, but for her I had to try. I needed to remember she had no knowledge of Supernaturals until a few days ago, this was all new to her. I needed to ease her into it, real gentle like. Yeah, that’s what she needed, gentleness. From me. And only me. For the rest of her fucking life.
Before I can answer her there’s a knock on the door. Unwrapping her limbs she jumps up off the bed and rushes towards the door.
“Riley must have forgotten his key,” she says to me over her shoulder.
Riley would never do such a thing.
“Shayne stop. Don’t open—“ I warn, reaching out to grab ahold of her arm.
But it’s too late. She already has the damn chain unlocked and is swinging open the door. She doesn’t even bother to look through the fucking peep hole.
“Can I help you?” she asks just as I come up behind her. Grabbing ahold of her by the arm l forcefully shove her behind me.
Honest to God, I think I could strangle her right now. Did she not listen to a fucking word I’ve said to her in the past forty-eight hours?
Once I had her behind me I look to the open doorway to see who had been knocking on our door. I probably should have done this first but getting Shayne out of potential harm’s way was foremost on my mind. After I fought the urge to strangle her, that is.
I am shocked to my core by the sight of the woman standing before me.
“Collette,” I breathe.
“It is true,” she whispers in awe, “you are not dead after all, but alive.”
“No, Collette, as you can see, I am not dead.” I whisper back, still shocked by her sudden appearance.
“He said you were de-ad.” Her voice cracks half way through the word dead.
“He lied.” I tell her, voice strong, no longer whispering. I could easily guess who the “he” was she referred to.
“Riley? What about Riley?” she rushes out.
“Alive,” I say.
“Leland?” she asks.
This is where I hesitate and she doesn’t miss my doing it.
Tears start to stream down her face.
“Dead,” I say, “Uncle Roland cut off his head with a sword in the throne room.” I don’t pull my punches, giving it to her straight. She deserves to know.
She draws in a breath through her nose, her chest suddenly expanding with the effort. The tears immediately stop pouring from her eyes, like she’s flipped an
Good Christ… Cannibalism?
Did she seriously just fucking ask me if I’m a cannibal? If my people were into cannibalism?
I pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger and take a deep breath in through my nose.
This is proving to be more difficult than I ever thought it was going to be. I almost wished she’d scream at me instead. Maybe throw something at my head, something soft, like a pillow. Anything but accuse me of being a cannibal. That was just plain nuts. And wrong. And offensive. Not only was I offended for myself, but for my brother and my people as well.
Christ almighty.
“I’m not a fucking cannibal and no, it’s not a shifter thing. And, honest to God, I don’t know why you give a shit about the damn Vampire. He was going to drain you dry. If not for me you’d be dead right now,” I snap at her, still pinching the bridge of my nose, my eyes aimed down at my boots.
She holds up her hands in gesture meant to placate me but I think I’m beyond placating at the moment.
“Calm down, I didn’t mean to offend you. Try to look at it from my point of view.”
I don’t acknowledge that, “What else do you want to know?” I ask her in a snide voice.
“Why do you call me your mate? What does that even mean?” she asks me hesitantly. I hate that she hesitates. It’s my fault, I know it. I’m not handling her, this whole situation that I’ve put her in, very well and I’m acting like a total dick but I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m unused to answering to anyone for anything. I grew up thinking such things were beneath me, but for her I had to try. I needed to remember she had no knowledge of Supernaturals until a few days ago, this was all new to her. I needed to ease her into it, real gentle like. Yeah, that’s what she needed, gentleness. From me. And only me. For the rest of her fucking life.
Before I can answer her there’s a knock on the door. Unwrapping her limbs she jumps up off the bed and rushes towards the door.
“Riley must have forgotten his key,” she says to me over her shoulder.
Riley would never do such a thing.
“Shayne stop. Don’t open—“ I warn, reaching out to grab ahold of her arm.
But it’s too late. She already has the damn chain unlocked and is swinging open the door. She doesn’t even bother to look through the fucking peep hole.
“Can I help you?” she asks just as I come up behind her. Grabbing ahold of her by the arm l forcefully shove her behind me.
Honest to God, I think I could strangle her right now. Did she not listen to a fucking word I’ve said to her in the past forty-eight hours?
Once I had her behind me I look to the open doorway to see who had been knocking on our door. I probably should have done this first but getting Shayne out of potential harm’s way was foremost on my mind. After I fought the urge to strangle her, that is.
I am shocked to my core by the sight of the woman standing before me.
“Collette,” I breathe.
“It is true,” she whispers in awe, “you are not dead after all, but alive.”
“No, Collette, as you can see, I am not dead.” I whisper back, still shocked by her sudden appearance.
“He said you were de-ad.” Her voice cracks half way through the word dead.
“He lied.” I tell her, voice strong, no longer whispering. I could easily guess who the “he” was she referred to.
“Riley? What about Riley?” she rushes out.
“Alive,” I say.
“Leland?” she asks.
This is where I hesitate and she doesn’t miss my doing it.
Tears start to stream down her face.
“Dead,” I say, “Uncle Roland cut off his head with a sword in the throne room.” I don’t pull my punches, giving it to her straight. She deserves to know.
She draws in a breath through her nose, her chest suddenly expanding with the effort. The tears immediately stop pouring from her eyes, like she’s flipped an
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