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pass at Marissa at the burger place, I would have been hard put to keep my fangs intact.
My mother had always said it was the same way for her and Dad, well, minus the fangs, when they had first met—love at first sight. Of course, I never believed in such a thing, not until I saw my lifemate. I wondered if I hadn’t been changed, how different it would have been for us? How would I have encouraged our relationship if I hadn’t needed her help so badly?
Marissa whipped around and yanked a milk jug from the fridge. She wouldn’t acknowledge I existed. She was still pissed, but that wouldn’t stop me from trying to get into her good graces.
When my dad was in one of his states of depression—usually over the stresses at work because he had one of those overbearing bosses who micromanaged everything—I found humor often helped to lighten his mood. Sitting down at the kitchen bar, I rested my elbows on the white tile countertop and took on a leisurely posture, as if I joined her every morning for breakfast after having slept the night beside her—beyond her bedroom wall.
“I’ll have a cheese omelet with a side order of hash browns and sausage. But if you don’t have sausage, bacon will do. And two slices of toast, coated with blackberry jam. Or honey. No, make it blackberry. If you have it.”
She glanced at me, her blue eyes ice daggers. Now I had her attention. I truly didn’t expect her to become a short-order cook. I only wanted her to say something to me, though I figured she’d give me a nasty earful. Still, anything was better than bitter silence between us.
“I’m sorry that you can’t stand the bitter silence between us. But you shouldn’t have—”
This time it was my turn to be surprised. Now the shoe was on the other foot…my foot. She’d read my mind, and I hadn’t expected that at all.
“Yeah, Prince of Darkness. I can read your mind.” She tapped a spoon on the counter. “And I’m so glad you don’t expect me to cook that huge breakfast you just ordered. But if you fix it for yourself, remember to clean up. I’m not your housemaid either.”
Figuring it would make her madder, I attempted not to smile, but I couldn’t help myself. After getting over the initial shock that she could read my mind, which definitely was going to be a switch—I mean, when I read her mind, it seemed… my right , but now that she could read my private thoughts…I shook my head. In any event, I couldn’t help smiling at her snappy but cute response.
She ignored me, gulped her glass of milk, then grabbed a black canvas book bag. “I’ll be home at noon.”
My heart thundering, I jumped off the leather barstool. No way would I let her out of my sight now. “I’m going with you.”
She swung around, glaring at me, her voice rising an octave. “What?”
“Listen, I’m going to stick by you from now on.” I didn’t want to scare her, but I truly feared losing her.
Now her tone changed, her eyes wide with disbelief, or maybe concern. “Lynetta can’t run around in the daylight, can she?”
“No, but she has human hosts she feeds off. She could have any one of them come for you and take you to her lair after what you did to protect me last night.”
Marissa stared at the counter for a moment as if considering the notion, then turned to me. “They’ll never let you into the school. You have to be a warlock. Know any spells you can cast?”
I would not be thwarted no matter what. “No, but maybe you could teach me a few on the way over to school.”
She shook her head. “You have to be a warlock to have the ability. Mere humans can’t work our spells.”
“But I’m not a mere human anymore.” In fact, several of the feats I could perform now were quite remarkable.
Lifting her bag off her shoulder, Marissa set it on the counter. “Can you levitate my book bag?”
She had me there. “I can vanish and reappear as mist.”
“Won’t help. Warlocks can’t do things like that.
My mother had always said it was the same way for her and Dad, well, minus the fangs, when they had first met—love at first sight. Of course, I never believed in such a thing, not until I saw my lifemate. I wondered if I hadn’t been changed, how different it would have been for us? How would I have encouraged our relationship if I hadn’t needed her help so badly?
Marissa whipped around and yanked a milk jug from the fridge. She wouldn’t acknowledge I existed. She was still pissed, but that wouldn’t stop me from trying to get into her good graces.
When my dad was in one of his states of depression—usually over the stresses at work because he had one of those overbearing bosses who micromanaged everything—I found humor often helped to lighten his mood. Sitting down at the kitchen bar, I rested my elbows on the white tile countertop and took on a leisurely posture, as if I joined her every morning for breakfast after having slept the night beside her—beyond her bedroom wall.
“I’ll have a cheese omelet with a side order of hash browns and sausage. But if you don’t have sausage, bacon will do. And two slices of toast, coated with blackberry jam. Or honey. No, make it blackberry. If you have it.”
She glanced at me, her blue eyes ice daggers. Now I had her attention. I truly didn’t expect her to become a short-order cook. I only wanted her to say something to me, though I figured she’d give me a nasty earful. Still, anything was better than bitter silence between us.
“I’m sorry that you can’t stand the bitter silence between us. But you shouldn’t have—”
This time it was my turn to be surprised. Now the shoe was on the other foot…my foot. She’d read my mind, and I hadn’t expected that at all.
“Yeah, Prince of Darkness. I can read your mind.” She tapped a spoon on the counter. “And I’m so glad you don’t expect me to cook that huge breakfast you just ordered. But if you fix it for yourself, remember to clean up. I’m not your housemaid either.”
Figuring it would make her madder, I attempted not to smile, but I couldn’t help myself. After getting over the initial shock that she could read my mind, which definitely was going to be a switch—I mean, when I read her mind, it seemed… my right , but now that she could read my private thoughts…I shook my head. In any event, I couldn’t help smiling at her snappy but cute response.
She ignored me, gulped her glass of milk, then grabbed a black canvas book bag. “I’ll be home at noon.”
My heart thundering, I jumped off the leather barstool. No way would I let her out of my sight now. “I’m going with you.”
She swung around, glaring at me, her voice rising an octave. “What?”
“Listen, I’m going to stick by you from now on.” I didn’t want to scare her, but I truly feared losing her.
Now her tone changed, her eyes wide with disbelief, or maybe concern. “Lynetta can’t run around in the daylight, can she?”
“No, but she has human hosts she feeds off. She could have any one of them come for you and take you to her lair after what you did to protect me last night.”
Marissa stared at the counter for a moment as if considering the notion, then turned to me. “They’ll never let you into the school. You have to be a warlock. Know any spells you can cast?”
I would not be thwarted no matter what. “No, but maybe you could teach me a few on the way over to school.”
She shook her head. “You have to be a warlock to have the ability. Mere humans can’t work our spells.”
“But I’m not a mere human anymore.” In fact, several of the feats I could perform now were quite remarkable.
Lifting her bag off her shoulder, Marissa set it on the counter. “Can you levitate my book bag?”
She had me there. “I can vanish and reappear as mist.”
“Won’t help. Warlocks can’t do things like that.
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