Chapter Two #3
“You seem like you would rather be at home with her,” I say dryly.
“You’re right,” he mumbles. “Allie may be a new addition to the family, but she is a part of the group. We help each other. We’ve been known to drop everything to be there when needed.
She vouched for you, along with her brothers.
Sally loves her mates and Allie. I respect the rabbit shifter.
She means something to all of us, so I got out of my warm bed with my pregnant mate to meet you here. ”
“So, did I pass the test?” I grin and lean over the barrel. Not much longer.
“You did.” His lips twitch. “We are accepting but cautious.”
“I can sleep easy now,” I sigh, and he chuckles.
“You’re going to fit in.”
“I don’t fit in most places,” I hum, crouching by the drain. “Most people don’t know how to take me. I see the world differently.”
“We may have more in common than I thought.”
“When I first saw you, I thought we would get along great.” I pull the plug on the tub and stand.
“Bullshit,” he says.
“We are already friends. You feel comfortable enough to call me on my shit,” I smirk.
“Fuck.” He shakes his head. “I get the feeling you are going to cause chaos.”
I lift a shoulder. “See, you know me already.”
“Are you almost done? I’d like to get back to my warm mate,” he says.
“Just about,” I say, as if he can’t tell. “I’m meeting Allie tomorrow night. She wants to introduce Sally.”
“The chaos is already beginning,” he sighs.
“Will you be joining us?” I ask.
“Fuck no.” He crosses his arms. “Where are you meeting?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Don’t let them convince you to go to a club,” he commands.
“Why?” I gather my stuff.
“Bad shit happens when the family goes out together.”
“Such as?” I turn on the hose conveniently next to the trough.
“Fights. Blood. Food fights. Human assholes. Fire.”
“Sounds interesting,” I say.
“No, not interesting. A pain in my ass. Especially when I get a call because of all of the above, and have to leave my mate to influence all the humans.”
“I sense a theme.” I turn off the water. “You get cranky when you have to leave your mate.”
“You are intelligent.”
“Surprised?” I ask, turning toward the door.
“Extremely,” he says, walking beside me.
“I think I’m going to like it here.”
“Continue not to be an asshole, and we will let you stay,” he says, locking the door behind us.
“I will do my best.”
He smirks, lifts his chin, and disappears. A human wouldn’t be able to track his movement. Vampires move at such a high rate of speed, it appears like he teleported. I shake my head and continue to the car. I suppose if I had a mate and got called away, I wouldn’t be happy either.
Relieved it’s done, I store my things, and open my door.
I start the car and eagerly drive away. Bash is a character.
Vampires are naturally possessive, and usually don’t stay in packs.
Shifters have a unique scent, yet each individual has an underlying smell that distinguishes the different species.
Vampires don’t have a specific scent, but a lack of smell.
If you aren’t familiar with them, you wouldn’t know one was upon you until it’s too late.
Many shifters thrive on sharing a mate, yet vampires rarely do.
I was shocked that Atlas and Luca were both Sally's mates. It just doesn’t happen.
I’m eager to meet the woman who can handle the fierce vampires.
My phone rings, and I smile. I engage the car's system and answer.
“Are you done?” Mom asks.
“I am. On the way to my hotel.” I don’t hide anything from her, and if I can, I keep her updated on my schedule. “Why are you up?”
“I had to make sure you were alright,” she says.
“It’s three in the morning,” I say.
“So?” she huffs. “You will understand when you have kids. It doesn’t matter how old you get, I’m still your mom, and I give a shit.”
“Yes, Momma,” I sing.
“Don’t be a smart ass,” she grumbles.
“I’ll try.”
“As if you could stop,” she snorts.
“For you, I would try anything.”
“You are a good boy.” She pauses briefly. “Don’t roll your eyes,” she scolds, and I stop mid-roll. “I can still call you boy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I drawl.
“Call your sister tomorrow. She was worried,” she says.
“Isabella is probably sleeping soundly right now,” I sigh.
“I know, I know. Just like I should be.”
“Haven't we had this conversation before?” I ask slyly.
“Perhaps. Alright. Get some sleep. Are you planning on staying there for a while?”
“I don’t have any jobs at the moment. I’ll let you know what I decide.” I park in front of the hotel. “Love you, Momma.”
“Love you, sweet boy.”
I chuckle and disconnect. We end every conversation the same way. I don’t feel any embarrassment for loving my mom and expressing that love. I’m lucky to have a mother who cares. She respects me, and I return that sentiment. She is the reason I am who I am. So, I can blame her for my quirks.
My body is ready to shut down for the night, and if Bash is to be believed, I’ll need all the rest I can get to be prepared for tomorrow night.
I appreciate his warning, but it takes a lot to shock me.