Beyond the Gates of Evermoore

Broderick’s eyes unfocused, his body going totally and utterly still. His complete lack of movement was almost eerie. Like a lighting bolt had flashed… and we were just sitting there, waiting for the thunder.

“In your room?” he growled.

“Yes.”

“And you MATED HER?”

“Mated?” I repeated, turning the word over in my mouth. It tasted as strange as it sounded. “MATED?”

I wasn’t the type of girl who minded getting a little kinky now and then… or let’s face it, even a lot kinky. But whatever was going on here was too bizarre — even for me. I wasn’t sticking around for this.

“Alright, that’s it,” I announced loudly. “Fuck this whole weird scene. I’ve had enough.”

I stormed back into Damien’s room and pulled my clothes on in a flash. I could hear them talking again, but this time lowering their voices. Probably so I wouldn’t hear.

By the time I re-entered the living room, the two of them seemed a lot more calm. Damien had found a shirt somewhere. It was a shame covering him up though.

“Good luck with all of this,” I said, jerking my thumb back and forth between them. “I’m thinking you guys are going to need it.”

No one said a word as I headed for the exit. The two of them actually had their heads hung low. I closed my hand over the doorknob and then I heard it.

“Serena, wait.”

Broderick’s voice. Suddenly he sounded very rational. My hand stopped mid-turn.

I hadn’t told him my name.

“Don’t go.”

It was his sense of sudden calm that turned me around. I looked back at him.

“We have something to tell you,” the tall blonde went on. “The both of us.”

They were different now. The anger had gone out of them, but there was something else. A sense of resignation maybe. And more.

Damien caught my gaze and held me with his eyes. He crossed his well-muscled forearms across his chest and smiled.

“You need to know who are we are…”