Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,80
She was the first female in the line to take up our sacred mission. She would have loved to meet you...” He looks down and I frown. He is not so old that his mother should not still be here. Unless...
“She died, cancer,” he says, his voice sad as he picks at his food. Humans are so fragile and cancer is a horrible disease, one I have seen ravage more than one of my friends. That helplessness still lives on in me and was one of the reasons I retreated. I loved humans, but I couldn’t save them and I grew tired of watching them wither and die, not being able to do anything.
“I am truly sorry,” I offer and he nods, giving me an understanding look before sitting back, obviously done eating.
He shakes his head and that smile comes back to his face. “What is your mate like? Have you met her?” he inquires, excitement clear on his face.
“I have met her in our dreams, she is very powerful. Very beautiful as well...she makes my heart race and I feel like a babe again whenever she looks at me with those sparkling eyes. No one has ever called me like she does, even across the world she is right here with me.”
I stop, blinking at the oversharing on my part. Jean Paul is very easy to talk to.
“That’s amazing, I can’t wait to meet her. I wish humans had the same experience,” he jokes.
“What you have is beautiful in itself, you find one or more person and you chose to spend the rest of your life with them. Sometimes it doesn’t work out, sometimes it does, but you love so deeply and so fully. You feel everything. It’s a choice, and it’s beautiful. Before my mate, it was like living in the grey. Everything was colourless, I was screaming and alone and she walked in and everything came back to life...but for some who never find their true mate or the call...they are doomed to spend their life like that. Always wondering and never experiencing.” I pause, gritting my teeth.
“That’s horrible,” he whispers, looking at me with stricken eyes.
I shrug and lift what he called coffee to my mouth and sip it. “It is the way of life. Now, I must get going. Everything is prepared?” I ask, standing from the table.
He scrambles to follow me, talking as we walk, as he almost runs to keep up with my larger strides. “Yes, sir. Everything is ready for you.” He passes over the keys as I open the door and spot the vehicle waiting for me. It’s black and sleek.
“What is it?” I question, confused.
“It’s a sports car, sir, I figured you wanted fast.” He grins and I laugh.
“Take care, Jean Paul. I shall ring if I need anything.” I extend my hand and he smiles, shaking it heartily.
“I will wait for your call.” I nod and head down the steps towards the car where I can already see the bags waiting for me.
“Good luck with your mate, sir, I hope she is everything you ever dreamed about!” he shouts from the door.
Oh she is, but just wait until she meets her nightmare—me.
The clothes are tight, so much so that I had to rip the sleeves away from the shirt to make sure it fits. The pants reach my ankles and are pretty much skintight, but they will do until I can find more and obviously before I meet my mate. It won’t do to present myself as if I am unable to dress myself.
Leaving the guest bedroom, I head downstairs, ignoring the looks thrown my way. I follow the scent of the dead, not that they smell bad but just...not alive. I find Carmichael sitting in the kitchen, nursing a suspiciously red cup of warm liquid.
Sitting opposite him at the dining nook, I squish into the small chair with my legs spread as I kick back and watch him. I have never been a talker. Keeping my mouth shut kept me alive in the arena and throughout my life more times than I can count. It also serves to unnerve people, like now, when even Carmichael glances away.
“What are your Outcasts?” I rumble. I understand the basics, but I am confused why so many different species are clumping together. Just in this house alone, I can smell over thirty different species. Most hate each other, sticking to their own kind and land, never interacting. It works for the best.