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~Vaela
"Ugh, I bet he fucks so good."
My head snaps to my friend next to me, who sits back against the headboard, admiring Hale through a gap in the door. He is merely minding his own business in the other room, flicking through a book mindlessly, Eyla’s observation having come out of nowhere.
I tap her arm with the back of my hand. "Eyla!"
"What? I'm just speaking my mind." She rubs her arm, her suggestive smile lingering.
Now that the brutal,
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~Vaela I’ve forgotten what freedom feels like. Now that I’m amidst it, I’m sitting like a fool, staring into a swarm of people. Some dance, others just drink and mingle. Not long ago I would be immersed in the throngs, but now, I watch on warily, painfully aware of my own mortality. Nudging Eyla, I point to a particularly adequate looking man. “I like the look of him.” Truthfully, I’m suddenly hyper aware of how mundane normal Immortals look. Seeing Hale everyday has poisoned my sense of normality, and now I’m concerned I’m going to struggl
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~VaelaMy fork drags noisily across my plate as I push my dinner around mindlessly.Hale hasn’t so much as glanced up. He’s impossible to irritate.Finally he sighs, resting back in his seat, meeting my gaze. "You going around and touching strangers isn't going to work anymore."We’ve only stewed on last nights failure for a few hours, and it seems both of us are defeated. In hindsight, the chances of me finding my mate in a sketchy bar was slim."Why not?" I mutter drily."The chance of you finding your mate like that is near impossible. It's too dangerous," he decides. My stomach twists. He's confirmed all the doubts that plagued my mind all day today.I tap my fork against my lower lip. "So then what?""So, we wait. If you're meant to run into them, you will." Hale's gaze is sharp, monitoring me.Wilting into my seat, I discard of the utensil onto the table, defeated. Hale is the only person I can feasibly run into here, so I'm out of luck."Can't do that like this." I motion aroun
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~VaelaHale’s bedroom door being slightly ajar is enough of an invitation for me to enter, seeking the Immortal out.He rests against his wooden headboard, flicking through a book.He doesn’t even glance up. "For someone who is so concerned about seeing me naked again, you have a proclivity for walking rather confidently into my private space.""You should have told me Larsen was coming,” I snap.Exhaling softly, he closes his book, dragging his attention to me. There is something painfully intimate about standing in his room. The large bed swallows have the space, making it impossible to be aware of anything else."How could I, when even I didn't know?" He kicks his legs out so he's sitting on the edge of the bed, resting the book on his bedside table.I fold my arms over my chest, fingers drumming against my ribs. "Who is he?""A Noble, from a far away land. I wouldn't worry yourself, he will not be here for very long," Hale muses dismissively. My eyes narrow."Can he kill me?" I as
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~HaleI look at her over the crystal decanter I drink from, her back turned to me as she busies herself at the other end of the room with a notepad and a pen.Glancing to my left, I see my friend admiring her with the same intent stare. “I hate the way you look at her,” I growl.Vaela, and all her mortality, has no conception of what powerful men like myself and Larsen are capable of doing to her. We are natural predators, existing for wicked purposes only.It took me a long time to accept that I don’t have to lean into my true nature. That fighting it is far more rewarding.Resisting being an Immortal Sin keeps me alive.I see the restraint glimmering in Larsen. He wants to taunt her, play with her. Larsen is revered where he is from, but boredom plagues him as it does me.But he will not entertain himself with Vaela. I won’t allow it.“She’s easy to look at.” He swirls the liquid around his cup, entranced.Vaela is beautiful. Unnervingly so, in fact.She looks our way, but only for
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