I moved toward the long hallway that led back up to the main floor entry. I didn’t stop, even though all the immortals followed us. Once I reached my room, Nyx slipped inside, and I closed the door as Rhys held my cold, dead glare.
They could guess what I was, since I didn’t even know for certain. I was the only child my mother hadn’t planned, as my father had chosen her. A love affair that had ended when he’d caught her cutting the head off a chick in the woods. That was her explanation for his departure from our lives. I didn’t buy it, not for a moment.
I’d always known my father had found her, intending to breed, but the why of it escaped me. Not that it mattered. No one cared what I was beyond a Silversmith witch with the ability to create weapons that could kill immortals, sending them to their long overdue graves.
“What do we do now?” Nyx asked, chewing her thumbnail nervously.
“Now we rent a house and figure out how to live as mundane mortals. My savings account has a little over ten thousand in it, which should be enough to find somewhere to live, and tide us over until we can find jobs.”
“I don’t think that our skillsets are in high demand. What are we supposed to put on our applications? Will hunt down the undead for you? Good with sharp objects and killing people you want to send to an earlier grave?”
“I’m a gunsmith and you’re a nymph. We’ll be fine,” I stated, sitting on the bed, exhaling slowly.
“What happened, Remington? You never lose your shit like this.”
“He was amazing, Nyx. He cherished me and my body, seducing my mind and soul, and then I tried to leave the room before it got awkward. I said I’d had fun, but that I’d never had to deal with a morning after, and tried to go back to my room. So he took me to my room, where he told me I was less than nothing to him. I could have told him to leave or just gone to sleep. I wasn’t even upset about having to deal with his self-induced punishment. It was the coldness in the way he told me I was nothing to him. At breakfast, Cole started flirting, and I was rather blunt on where I stood with them. I went to bathe in hot water, since it helps me soothe my emotions. They all decided to crash my bath. My emotions started to unravel, and I panicked. I knew I could make it to the forge, so I did. I’m sorry that it scares you so much, but I told you that I am fireproof.”
“Your silver fails you, though. What happens if one day you’re not fireproof? Being immortal doesn’t mean you’re invincible. You’re still mortal, for Aphrodite’s sake! I can’t lose you, Remi. You’re all I have.”
“I love you too, even if you occasionally get so horny that you try to hump my leg.”
“Dogs do it on occasion, and people never point it out to them,” she pouted.
“Actually, they do. They just don’t bring it up often since the dog doesn’t understand them,” I explained, leaning my head against her shoulder as she hugged me. “Who did you end up with last night?”
“Acyn,” she smirked. “I think he likes me or my vagina. It’s either one or the other. He covers my mouth a lot when we’re going to pound town, so I’m leaning toward my vagina.”
“Nobody calls sex pound town, Nyx.”
She snorted, patting my head. “I just did.”
“Yeah, but you also call your vagina a man-eater or cake.”
“People call it cake all the time. There are literally music lyrics that call lady bits, cake. I think it’s because they eat it.”
“Is that why?” I laughed, smiling. I stared at our reflection in the mirror. “We’re going to be okay. We have to be. We’re together, and at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”
“Except we’re both prisoners in the hands of your family’s mortal enemies,” she pointed out, smiling at me in the mirror. “Your mother is still missing, and you’re falling for your enemy.”
“I’m not falling for Rhys.”
“Honey, I’m your person. I am the one person who knows you and doesn’t judge, no matter what you do. I know your faults and your strength, and I know when you fall hard for someone. I know the look that fills your eyes when you’re in pain,