Closer

We went inside, sat on the couch by the fireplace, and decided to enjoy a nice brandy. The more that I am around Vincent, the more I can see myself in him, and more importantly, with him. How can just a few hours seem as if we have spent decades together?  “This is fairly good. I don't usually drink brandy, if I drink at all,” I say, to curb my wandering mind.

He sighs as he takes a sip, “Thought it might relax you a bit after what happened in the woods.”

The woods…yeah, the woods. He probably thinks I'm still confused about the abilities we explored, but that's not what has me nervous. It does a bit, but what terrifies me is how quickly things are progressing. I am not sure if I can fight this bond, and honestly, I'm not sure that I want to. But I can't just give in to what my body wants, can I?

I sigh, “This is all surreal. I suppose it's easier to grasp the whole immortal thing because of books and movies, but where do truth and fiction meet?”

He runs his fingers through his hair, “I'll help with what I can. We might have to travel to the Old World.”

I snap myself back from daydreaming about his fingers running through my hair and all over my body, “But you fled, and probably for a good reason, too. I'm sure you'd prefer not to return!”

He looks at me with genuine reverence, “I didn't have a reason to before.”

I can't let him risk anything for me, “Don't trouble yourself for me, I'm not worth it.” I have never been of significance to anyone but Katie and Kevin. I don't matter, I know that I never have mattered, and I still don't. Mate or no mate, powers or no powers, I'm still that awkward freak.

He takes my hand as he looks into my eyes, “Stop thinking like that! Who put these notions in your head?”

I shrug, “Many over time have said similar to what you heard me think. Nothing has changed.”

He stands and holds his hand out to me, “Well, they were either stupid or jealous, and they aren't worth your time or sympathy! Get dressed, I'm taking you to the club the Prince owns!”

“Why?”

Vincent leads me to my room, “We need to talk to Eric. Change into a nice dress. I have to prove something to you.”

Vincent’s POV

The more that I am around Eva, the more certain I am that she's my mate. She's not any singular being, either. I am certain of that, as well. However, I wish she knew her parents, so I could figure out what they were. There aren't many beings that could have a vampire as a mate, let alone a vampire and a werewolf. Also, I need to take her to Eric's because I need to test something; I'm curious to see if she might be Eric's mate, as well. She read Eric's thoughts when Vicky spontaneously combusted and turned to ash. That is a huge indicator. Plus, he sought her out. He, like me, doesn't approach others, especially women like her. Once this test is confirmed, maybe she will stop fighting the bond. My control is slipping the more that I'm around her. If she doesn't accept me soon, I am likely to fly her off somewhere and fuck her until she does. 

End Vincent’s POV

When I came out of my room to meet Vincent in the hallway, he exclaimed, “Well, fuck!”

I laugh as I run my hands along my off-white dress that has a mesh underlay, which makes me appear nude. “What? This is one of the only dresses I grabbed,” I say. It's the truth because I didn't grab much while packing; getting done quickly was all I could think about because I wanted to be with Vincent. 

Suddenly, he is very stern with me, “Stay by my side! Please don't find trouble.”

I look at him, annoyed, “What is your deal?”

He rolls his eyes, “Did you look in a mirror?”

Asshole! “Um, no, can you?” I retort, as snidely as possible.

He glares at me, “Yes, we can. Ugh, just behave!”

I laugh and say sarcastically, “I'll be a good girl, Master.” As he growls and shakes his head, we walk out onto the balcony. Then he grabs me, and we fly off. I squealed, at first, out of shock. It is amazing to feel the wind on my face and his hot, hard body pressed against me. I feel safe and exhilarated, too.