The chairs around the tables were occupied, except for three,certainly more than it used to be before, three years ago. Yes, that was when her mother had come and taken her away from the orphanage. At first, it had been a bit rough relating with her and the others in the new community, away from her friends in the orphanage, even though she had still attended her old school, but when she had told her the reasons why she had left her in the orphanage home, for her protection, she had come to accept her bit by bit, the community too. But they usually ate alone in the large dining table. Not with others. Ordinarily, Freya was an introvert. She avoided public places as much as possible, preferring not to have to worry about shielding herself from unwanted emotions, especially since after that night. She took a deep breath and walked in, her hand clasped with Yodah's.Kyran looked up with a welcoming smile, stood, as if waiting for her to join the group at the table. He had also reser
Aiden furrowed his eyebrows as he watched the man beside her lean forward, look into her eyes, raw longing on his face, desire in his eyes. "I will come with you. The vampire won't be needed." He suggested, and his hand moved from her thigh to rest just above her knee.Aiden saw red.At once the pain in Freya's head increased, crushing at her skull, stabbing at her behind her eyes. She jerked her leg out from under Kyran's hand. Demons leaped, raged, burst free. Never had Aiden felt such terrible fury, not even when he had known that the wolf boy had slept with Emma. It rushed over him, claimed him, became him. That someone could hurt her like that, so casually, without even knowing or caring. That someone might touch her while she was so vulnerable and unprotected. That a man would presume to put his hands on her. He hurtled through his open window, to the sky, the cool air fanning his rage.Freya felt the force of his anger. The air in the room thickened; outside, the wind rose,
"What is the matter, Leonarya?" Yodah asked, shocking Leonarya. It had been long someone called her by her name, without attaching the queen title.She would have ensued a strong order to her cabinet to wreck him with their magic, at least to paralyze him-surely they could, but for the fact that he would be an assest, and because of her daughter."You guys can't stay late. You have just two hours to go out with her and come back. The night is not safe." She replied calmly, hoping that he wouldn't refute her. She didn't have an alliance with patience.But he didn't refute her.Rather her daughter did."Why?" Freya asked." Why is it not safe? What is happening at night, mother?" She questioned, remembering the trainings she had seen some witches and wizards undergoing in the large field near thr house."Nothing that should be of a concern to you." Leonarya replied, hinting at Yodah with her eyes to take her daughter away, but the latter refused to acknowledge her request. He was loyal
"I see." Freya heard her mother say, and sighed.Here it goes. She thought, the emotional blackmail. The woman was a pro at it."I see that you have grown wings eh. Is that how you repay your mother after all she had done for you huh? Do you know what I went through for your sake? Do you know how much I fought for you?...." Leonarya was saying, and Freya found herself shaking her head in denial"Mother, it isn't like…." She was saying, but Leonarya interrupted her sharply."...so, what you chose to pay me back with after all these years of my sacrifice, is to have a vampire read my thoughts?" Leonarya inquired, dropping her hand on her chest, faking a tear, shaking her head as if in sorrow."No, mother. I'm sorry.""I'm not a vampire, woman!"Freya and Yodah said respectively, at the same time that Aiden scoffed. "Fake.""You are not a vampire? So, what are you?" Leonarya asked, furrowing her eyebrows at Yodah."What I am is none of your concern." He replied, ignoring the murmurings g
Freya opened her eyes, after what seemed like seconds to her. She noticed that she was in the arms of someone that was not Yodah. Their scents were different.She trailed her eyes from the powerful chest to the face of the man who was carrying her.His hair was the color of dark coffee beans, a dark espresso, drawn back and tied at the nape of his neck. His face was that of an angel or a devil, strength and power, with a sensual mouth that hinted at cruelty; his hooded eyes were black obsidian, black ice, pure black magic.She couldn't read him, couldn't feel his emotions or hear his thoughts. That had never happened.But she already knew who he was. Her heart was beating faster than the normal. Her insides were humming in pleasure.Aiden."Tonight might not be so good for me. I'm feeling..." She broke off, trying to get his attention, but then catching a glimpse of a moving shadow pacing them. Her heart nearly stopped. She looked around, sighted a second, then a third. Her hand clutc
The heavy door swung closed behind Freya with a thud of finality. She shivered, finding the shelter cold even in the midly hot afternoon. She rubbed her arms nervously. Aiden whirled a cape around her, enveloping her in warmth, in his woodsy, masculine scent. He strode across the marble floor to throw open the doors to the library. Within minutes he had a fire roaring. He indicated a chair near the flames. It was high-backed, deep cushioned, an antique, yet curiously not worn.Freya studied the room with awe. It was large, with a beautiful hardwood floor, each parquet piece a part of a larger mosaic. On three sides there were floor-to-ceiling shelves, completely filled with books, most leather bound, many very old. The chairs were comfortable, the small table, in between the chairs, an antique in perfect condition. The chessboard was marble, the pieces uniquely carved."Drink this." Aiden said, appraising her with his eyes.She nearly jumped out of her skin when he appeared beside her
"How many times did you do this thing?" Aiden asked Freya. She was leaving things out. The details of horror and pain, the faces of those she helped as they watched her work, shocked, fascinated, yet repulsed by her ability. He saw those details, sharing her mind, reading her memories to learn her true nature."Four. I went after four killers. The last time I fell apart. He was so sick, so evil. I felt as if I was unclean, as if I could never get him out of my head. I came here hoping to find peace, hoping to find you too. I decided I would never do anything like that again. I'm not sure my mother would want me to either." She replied.Above her head, he closed his eyes for a moment to calm his mind. That she could feel unclean. He could look into her heart and soul, see her every secret, know she was light and compassion, courage and gentleness. The things she had seen in her young life should never have been. He waited until his voice was calm and soothing. "And you get these heada
Freya curled her legs beneath her, whilst regarding him steadily. "You know, Aiden, you are so used to using your power, you don't even stop to think if it's right or wrong." She stated."He had no right to touch you. He was causing you pain." Aiden replied with a shrug."But he didn't know he was. And you had no right to touch me, but you did anyway," She pointed out reasonably.His eyes glittered coldly. "I have every right. You belong to me." He said it calmly, his voice soft, with a hint of warning. "More importantly, Freya, I did not cause you pain."Freya's breath caught in her throat. Her tongue moistened her lips with a small, delicate gesture. "Aiden" - her voice was hesitant, as she chose her words carefully - "I belong to myself. I'm a person, not something you can own. In any case. I live in the United States. I'm going back there soon and intend to be on the next flight to Budapest."His smile was that of a hunter. Predatory. For a moment the firelight gleamed red, so