Hope
“TELL ME ABOUT the elves,” I asked after the third Disney movie. Mason was relentless. All he wanted to do was watch Lion King.
I finally convinced him to watch something that wasn’t a cartoon and ended up regretting it immediately when he started howling at the screen.
I covered my ears. “What are you doing?”
“It’s a car chase.” Ethan slipped into the room, his tone bored.
“He wants to chase the car.”
“Go to—” Howl. “Hell, Ethan!”
I quickly fast forwarded through that specific scene of Furious Seven and winced as Mason jumped up onto the couch with his feet and started panting.
“Okay, so no action films for you. Check.”
Ethan was back in the room laughing before disappearing again.
“What’s he doing?” I elbowed Mason.
“Research.” Mason didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Cassius and Ethan have been pouring over ancient texts for weeks now. Nothing seems to be helpful, and Cassius is only allowed to see so much of the future, and when the future is tied to us, it is quite often blocked.”
I frowned as a chill spread over my body. “So, he’s not all-knowing?”
Mason tilted his head thoughtfully. “He knows what he needs to know. Beyond that, he can’t use any of his powers to force a human’s hand. At least not anymore.”
My thoughts drifted back to the day Cassius passed me in the compound and told me about my promotion.
Promotion my ass!
Had I known I was going to become a mate to a sex-crazed maniac and end up getting wolf spit on me, I think I would have said “pass.”
I chewed my lip. Maybe.
Images of Alex surged to the forefront of my mind.
I wanted him.
Again.
Seconds after Alex left me with Mason, Mason had gotten a text and then with jerky movements, had re-set the clock on the nightstand.
It was like getting punched in the face.
I wanted more than that.
More than his touch, more than the feel of him. Being with him physically was one thing — but that was as far as it extended. It was like every time I pushed him, he backed off when really all I wanted him to do was fight me.
Or maybe just fight for me.
“I feel your sadness.” Mason said in a thick voice as he plopped down next to me. “It’s choking.”
“Oh.” I tucked my feet under my body and grabbed the nearest blanket. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you could feel emotions like that.”
“All immortals can. My abilities are a bit sensitive when it comes to you.” He flushed. “After…” With a cough and a flick of his wrist, he waved me off. “You know.” He frowned and then shook his shaggy head.
“The sex?” I helped out with a laugh.