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"Who's the guy in midnight blue?"I look over to the table Cara is inquiring about and I shrug my shoulders after."His name is Reeve. He's here with my regular."I pick up some mugs as I speak and I smile at the sight of a ten-dollar note. The customers here always know how to tip and in such sweet ways too. Just leaving it there for me to find like some gift when I'm cleaning up. I tuck the bill into my pocket and go back to the task I was carrying out. I wipe the table and its leftover contents onto the tray the dirty mugs are on and turn back to find Cara staring at me. I can already tell what she's thinking."Something's made you sad hasn't it?"I don't even think I can lie if I wanted to. It's plain as day on my face and I feel so frustrated right now because why??? Why the hell do I have to feel sad or rueful at something that has totally nothing to do with me???I let out a sigh and give a small smile to my best friend. She'll get worried if I don't tell her, and I will, jus
"Talk about what, Drake? About how you've been lying to me and playing me for a fool or about how you've been sleeping with Jane every Thursday instead of going to your classes and making me look like an even bigger fool by giving you so much money and putting so much faith in you?"The rage bubbles in my chest and irritation makes my skin itch. I've been so foolish. So damn foolish.The ache at the back of my neck and the clammy feeling on my face makes me remember things. Endless shifts and two hours of sleep on the weekdays. Juggling classes and eating once a day just so I can save money for him. Sacrificing the things I wanted just to make sure he was able to afford his "study materials."Fuck. I wanted this to be a stepping stone for him. Some more knowledge at his disposal and something he can rely on to stand out from the crowd. He seemed so serious and made me believe he took this as seriously as I took it for him.But where are we now?"You're so disgusting Janette."My mi
"Where's the girl now?"Axel taps a moving figure on the map and I nod, watching the black dot blink in and out of existence for a while before I look away."And Xavier?"Axel taps another spot and the deep silver dot signifying my son's location also begins blinking. His dot is also in motion and I watch as he approaches a pulsing point of gold. Me, and this house.I nod in satisfaction at the smooth functioning of the trackers placed on Janette and Xavier respectively. They're yet to meet but it's okay for now. I don't see a need to rush their meeting so much.A werewolf finding their mate has to be planned with precision when it's not a natural occurrence. Xavier will suspect if their meeting is anything less than perfect, and I'll also be annoyed if I can't pull off something as tasking as this. My scriptwriters are working on lines, all of them werewolves who have found their mates and experienced the mate bond revealing itself in its own unique way. I can't rope in too many peo
"Yes, Mr. Bravlov?""I said call me Ayden. Are we going to have to go through this every time we speak?"I gulp down the nervousness I feel and try to wish away all the weary exhaustion in my bones. The man on the phone is someone I cannot afford to lose and for the sake of my sanity and my future, I don't think I want to lose him."I'm sorry for that, I'll get used to it."He grunts and his voice comes out thick and contemplative."Call me Mr. Ayden then, at least for now. I expect you to grow out of it by next week though."I sigh in relief and nod my head as I give a response."Thank you, Mr. Ayden. I'll get the hang of this soon."I hear him grunt over the phone and soon we are plunged into silence. There's nothing I can think of to say and I can imagine that he has something he wants to say. That's why he called, isn't it? "Did you find a place to camp out tonight then?"I nod and hum at the same time, although taken aback by the fact that he cares about that. My eyes dart arou
"Sleep well?"I stop just short of going out the door and turn to see Greg crossing the living room. His shirt, just a bit too short and revealing a strip of skin. I look away before I become redder than a tomato.I shall not give in to temptation."Are you okay Janette?"I jump from the spot I'm standing in and my heart almost bursts out of my chest. I turn back to see Greg standing right behind me and for the next few moments, I can't think of anything sensible. I finally manage to stutter some words out. "How? B...but you?" Greg flicks me on the forehead and I frown. "Hey? How the hell did you move so fast? ""That's for me to know and for you to keep on wondering about. Sleep well?"I nod and try to calm the rapid beating of my heart. I really should be more grateful to him but he's already said he'll throw me out if I tell him thank you again. It would be stressful for both of us if he threw me out so I'll just act like this, like we're roommates and I do not feel like I am in
"Fancy meeting you here."I nod at that and smile back at Reeve. He's seated on a couch opposite me, or rather on the same couch, just opposite me. The couch extends in a full half circle and I am maintaining the necessary distance by sitting this far.Reeve doesn't seem so inclined though. He moves closer until he's right beside me and staring at me intently.I feel so self-conscious right now that I could pass out. He offers me a smile and I smile back, calming down a bit.I met him here, so what? He looked rich when I saw him yesterday, and if he is then there should be no issue with him being an acquaintance of the Bravlov family. All rich people seem to know each other anyway so it's not a problem.Actually, it is a problem because I'm poor as shit. It would have been better if we didn't meet here like this. He's not asked me what I'm here for, and my overactive imagination is cooking up a number of nasty things."Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"The heat radiating off his body
She's in the house.I can feel her.The world appears to me in its blank state again and I navigate my way around the room through smell. Anyone observing from outside would see a tall silver blond haired male walking around as casually as if he could actually see. Only I know that all the movements I make in this room have come at a price. That price is blood, and that is how I navigate.The sharp tang of my blood wafts out to meet me from all directions and I take some time to search for my chair. It's by the table I sit at, usually with a book in my hand, the audio playing in the background, and my attempt at faking being able to read, making me feel bitter even as my hands flip the pages and the words come to life in my mind. With my hand on the mahogany chair, I can navigate better. I know the smell to my right is from the time I broke the mirror on my leg. It hurt, bad, but my blood is forever soaked into the floorboards now and I know that's where the new mirror is.Why do I
The envelope is clutched firmly in my hands by the time I get to Greg's place.He's not home when I step in but there's a key under the foot mat. I place it in the keyhole and head straight to the dining table.Greg's apartment gives me the feeling of a condo. It's built just like one, everywhere looking like it was designed to give off the feeling of opulent comfort. Comfort that could not have been bought with the earnings from a coffee shop. The chair I am seated on is covered with leather, and the floor is immaculately tiled. The couches are the color of clouds and there's a full glass wall that leads to a balcony.He certainly couldn't have bought all this just from the earnings at the cafe. He must have come from money, or have a lot of it at his disposal to afford a place like this. I open the covered serving plate and find myself face-to-face with porridge. It smells nice, with faint wisps of steam coming off it. I drop the letter by its side and deal with the hunger in my b