So Talk

Damon

Ana just said that we need to talk. This should be interesting. Usually, when a woman tells a man that it means that he's fucked up royally or their relationship is ending. She returns from getting Misha settled in, “Before we begin, you want anything?”

“I'm good.”

Ana sighs, “Well, I'm not.” She goes and pours herself a brandy. “This'll help!” I chuckle. “What?”

“Dark liquor is our vice.”

Ana shakes her head, “I have always preferred it. There's so much I don't know.”

“Ask, and I'll answer what I can.”

“First, can we figure out which parent was the demon and who?” she asks. “I know you suspected my father, but I would like to know.”

“Yes, once you're no longer bound. Do you want to find them?”

Ana nods, “Yes, I want to know why. I'm betting Misha will want answers too. She thinks her parents died, but they didn't, did they?”

“Some immortals die like vampires, witches, and werewolves but angels and demons don't.”

“What about a halfling like me?” she asks.

“You could, but it would take special circumstances.”

“And Misha?”

I smile at the mention of her name, “She can't.” I look forward to an eternity with her.

Ana sighs, “Sucks, but I get it. What makes angels' powers not work here?”

“It's called the shroud or veil. It restricts powers at all levels.”

“But you have full powers?”

“Because the Moirai granted it.”

Ana taps her finger on her glass, “I've heard that somewhere.”

“The Greek goddesses of fate.”

Ana gasps, “They exist!”

“Yes, the gods and goddesses do exist but in a different realm. They only contact us when necessary.”

“What are they?” she asks.

“Hybrids, like Misha.”

Ana gasps, “She's a goddess!”

“Basically.”

“Well, shit! Your Queen is a goddess.”

With a huge smile on my face, I shrug, “Apparently so.”

“You best hope she doesn't try to kill you,” Ana says.

“Then, it's a good thing she can't,” I said as my smile widened.

“People have always gravitated to her; maybe they sense she's different,” she says reflectively.

“Possibly, but they'd never guess why.”

“If they did, society would deem them crazy,” she laughs.

“Exactly.”

“Can angels teleport?” she asks.

“Yes, why?”

“Shit, can you prevent it?” she asks worriedly. I answered her, and she told me to prevent it. After doing so, I asked her why, and she told me that she was worried about Justin showing up.

“Well, you know what you are now. You can always show him. Remember, now isn't when angels have full power here, and considering that he's cheating, he won't risk trying to tap into what he does have. Or at least not often.”

“Can you help me?” she asks. I nodded. “I hope Misha agrees to all of this.”

“I do too. I'd like to know her.”

“I still have so many questions, but now I can't think,” she says. I tell her that she's probably tired. “Do you all sleep?”

“Not very often or for very long. We don't need sleep. It's a luxury to us.”

“Explains my insomnia,” she nods.

“Yes, immortals tend to have what humans label as sleep disorders.”

“So, someone claiming to hear voices might actually be?” she asks. I nodded yes. “That is how you knew what we wanted to eat and drink,” I told her yes. “Will I be able to do that?”

“To an extent.” She asked if angels could, and I told her no.

“Shit! That's how you knew Justin was fucking that chick!” she exclaims. I nodded. “That explains the death stare when he left too!”

I shrugged, “Not my fault he broadcasts his thoughts. For the record, I only read people when needed. Plus hearing thoughts constantly become overwhelming, so you learn to switch it off and be selective.”

“Can you read Misha's thoughts?” she asks.

I sigh, “To an extent. Hers doesn't follow a pattern. It's a whirling whirlpool of thoughts.”

“What did you get from her?”

“That Justin reminded her more and more of her ex the longer she was around him. She was curious as to why you brought me to meet her and why you were so happy around me. Also, the thought of ‘If it's too good to be true, it probably is. He's trouble’ kept popping up in her mind.”

Ana nods, “Ahh, that I can explain. Jack was a smooth talker. He always seemed to show up when Misha needed him, which now I realize he wasn't human. Could he have been an angel or demon?”

“It is possible. Tell me more.”

“He won her over, and she fell for him hard too.” She laughs, “But he didn't me. He got possessive. Started controlling everything she did. He even tried to ban me from her.” She smirks, “But well…I would always find a way to Misha. My mischief knows no bounds.” We laugh. “Anyways, I wouldn't stay away. One day he hit her. So I hit him with a rolling pin and got us out. Haven't seen the bastard since.”

“He better hope that I don't!”

“What would you do?”

I smirk, “Eye for an eye, Ana.”

“Is Justin abusive?” she asks.

“Not based on what I know. He's just a player. He hates to lose though.”

Ana giggles, “Don't we all though.” I laughed with her. “Well, if I think of more I'll ask.” Before she left for bed, “Is your father like you?”

“Yes. He's easy to be around unless you piss him off.”

She laughs, “But aren't we all?”

I chuckle, “Very true.”

Ana waves goodnight, “Well, I'm going to attempt to sleep. I'll see you in a few hours. Make yourself at home.”

After I told her goodnight, I looked around their house because I was curious about how deep their bond was.