Brooklyn.“Speak to me.”“I don't want to.”“You just did.”I throw him a glare and he chuckles. Landon reaches over the console to take my hand in his and I let him. Only because I need to calm down, too. Gingerly, he pecks the back of my hand, his lips staying there for a moment. He glances at me, an endearing look in his eyes, “I love you.”And that melts all the anger I feel. My head falls back against the headrest of the car seat. “Me too,” I respond, shutting my eyes.Having no idea how tired I am, I feel my eyes begin to shut. The soft humming of the car and warmth that comes from our joint hand guides me into a soft sleep and I let it.••••“When do you want to start therapy?” Lan looks down at me.After dinner —yes, dinner. And I ate, too. Landon and I gather in the upper room, body connected as I lay on him and watch the movie that plays on while he does whatever on his phone.I groan, but don't answer and just continue to enjoy the movie. Or I try to.Landon suddenly sits
Brooklyn.Yanking my hand away from Landon, I tap my feet rhythmically on the blue tiled floor. I hear him sigh for the umpteenth time, but I do not glance his way. “It'll be good for you,” he says, “we don't have to come back again after today.” He quickly adds.Smiling sweetly, I peer up at him. “Then, let's make it worthwhile, shall we?”He doesn't respond and just states to me with mixed emotions, however, the most prominent one is sympathy. Swallowing, I look away, that's something I never want my mate to look at me with, pity.But I guess we'll never always get what we want.The door finally opens, sliding into our tension like cake. The doctor, who I have never seen before, steps inside. A flustered look on her face, as if she has been caught doing something she shouldn't do. Her gaze travels between us and they connect with mine, she instantly looks away, the red on her face deepening.Amusement fills me. Now, who's this shy doctor?She bows, “I'm Elina and I'll be your thera
Brooklyn.“This is the longest we've been without speaking to each other.” Mike slides into the bench before me, hands on the table, headset around his neck, with a conflicted look in his eyes. “I don't like it.”“Try the first two months,” I mutter, not looking up from the book I'm reading —which I can no longer read because he is here.Mike groans loudly, “I'm trying to settle with you here.” When I don't see Maddie with him, I glance around, just to see her sitting two tables away. She waves tentatively, a sheepish smile on her face. “She's sorry, you know? She had no idea.”“You're what?” I finally look at my friend, “her mouth piece now?”He reels back in. “Don't do that, Brooklyn.”My gaza falls on her again, and this time, she looks away. Guilt shimmer in my heart and I sigh. I'm just being unnecessarily mean because now I have to share my friend instead of being happy for him like he is for me.. that's selfish of me.“Whatever, call her over.” I grumble.Mike hesitates, I lift
Brooklyn.“Where were you?” Alan asks, opening the car’s door for me. “I almost called the King.” He adds, a little agitated, but relieved as well.I try not to roll my eyes as I step into the car. I understand his concern. I also know that I should have updated him on my whereabouts, but I didn't for a reason. Peace.He shuts the door and steps into the front seat. I look down at my phone, but when I don't hear the car moving…I glance up. Alan is staring at me expectantly. I sigh, “I'm here now, aren't I?” Alan looks away, bows, and turns around. “Drive,” he orders the man.I don't need a book on emotions to know that he was a second away from snapping at the driver, and I don't blame him. What I did was unfair, but I needed the space.The drive back home is silent and somewhat tense, but all I can think of is the red and golden eyed man, Viktor. He didn't tell me what he is, but I know he's not human. From his pale skin and cold body, I'm guessing that he is a vampire.He has a be
Brooklyn.“Hi, there, Q.B.”My eyes roll skywards at the name, I don't even need to turn around to know he is the one. Instead, I slam the car door shut and bring out my phone.Alan steps into the passenger seat and twists back to look at me.My eyes lift up to him as my nose crinkles, “what?”He smiles, shrugging before turning front. He taps on the driver who brings to drive away from home and my sweet mate.Shrugging, I look back to my phone when it pings. My eyebrows furrow when I see that someone is sending me mail. Intrigued, I tap on it and the message tab opens. My eyes part open softly when I see Landon's Gmail address as the sender.I read through it. I gasp softly at what it entails. Alan looks back at me, but I ignore his concerned looks. Is he serious, right now??? To be sure, I read it again.Dear Brooklyn McBroom,I hope this message finds you well.This is to formally invite you as one of the chair holders of the council members for the innate inauguration of the chair
BrooklynOkay.Who asked me?Why didn’t I just keep quiet??Why did I have to suggest meeting a crowd of people???There are over 10,000 heads out there right now!Oh, goddess.Can I back out?!A delicious short laugh — one I’d rather not hear right now — comes from beside me. I glare sideways at him, and it vibrates into a long laugh.“Damn, stop acting cute.”“Cute?!” I swerve in my seat, eyes wide and mouth open in shock. I’m having the worst internal panic attack of my life, and he calls it cute??“Really?!”“Okay.” I see the laughter dancing in his eyes, but he dares not let it out.“Let’s take a deep breath.”He breathes in, and I do. Landon glances at me, then back at the road.“Good. See? It’s just people.”And the panic returns.Does he seriously have to remind me immediately after?He chuckles.“Stop looking so constipated, Brooklyn.”I snort, smiling.“Constipated, really? Here I thought I was acting cute a minute ago.”He swaps his right hand for the left one on the steeri