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It was going to make taking her with him a hell of a lot easier if he knew that she could take care of herself or at the very least, he mused as he took another sip of blood, keep herself from attacking everyone in sight.
Chapter 30
“Are you sure that you’re okay?” Christofer suddenly asked and she’d just barely stopped herself from flinching.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said absently as she pulled her legs up and shot another nervous glance around the large penthouse, her gaze pausing on all the doors and the large windows before reluctantly returning to the large flat screen television above the fireplace where some horrible romantic comedy was playing.
“Are you planning on staying up?”
“Uh huh,” she murmured, struggling not to glance around the large open space to make sure that everything was still as it should be.
“Do you want some company?” he asked, pushing away from the kitchen island.
She shrugged, trying not to let him know just how much she wanted him to stay with her. She didn’t want him to know how badly their little “talk” had affected her. When he’d volunteered to answer her questions, she’d been relieved and admittedly a little excited to find out what else she could do now. A lot of the stuff that she’d learned like being able to see in the dark, being able to float and having inhuman strength had definitely helped take the sting out of her new predicament, but the other things that he’d explained to her had scared the hell out of her.
Not that he knew that.
As he explained things to her along with the new dangers that went hand in hand with her new existence, she’d forced herself to sit there and listen, making sure to nod at the appropriate times while she’d struggled to make sense of what he was telling her. She knew that there was still a lot of information that she didn’t know, that he most likely didn’t know either, but what she knew now had her terrified to take so much as a step outside of this building.
The monsters that had haunted her dreams and memories all these years, the ones that everyone including her therapists had claimed were just a figment of her traumatized imagination were in fact, real. Christofer hadn’t been able to give her much information about them other than they were apparently very real. A part of her had always wished that the therapists and doctors had been right, that her injuries were just an unfortunate circumstance from the fire, but deep down she knew that she hadn’t imagined the terrifying memories from that night.
Until Christofer had explained what he’d learned, she’d been able to pretend that there was a possibility that those monsters really didn’t exist, but now there was no point in pretending any longer. She’d been attacked by shifters, aka werewolves.
When he’d shared that bit of information with her, she’d had to force herself to pretend that the news didn’t bother her when all she wanted to do was run to the rooms where her bags had been placed and tear through her stuff until she found her medication and make everything go numb. She hadn’t taken them in years, because she hated the way that they made her feel. She should have just thrown them away years ago when she’d decided to stop taking the damn things, but part of her had been afraid that she’d need them again.
So, she kept them in her bags, refilled them when they expired and pretended that she was fine. Only now, things weren’t fine and she couldn’t stop thinking about them. The only thing that stopped her from getting them was the knowledge that she would need a level head if she was going to get through this and the fact that Christofer had explained that medicine, drugs and alcohol would no longer affect her.
After digesting that depressing information, she’d asked him more questions, hoping to distract herself from the knowledge of what waited out there for her. A few hours later she had more than enough information to keep her busy freaking out for a while. Now she was freaked out, stuffed from drinking too much blood, exhausted and too damn nervous to close her eyes.
She tried to tell herself that the worst was over now, but she had a feeling that Ephraim and his group were going to prove her wrong. They’d brought them here for a reason and tomorrow morning she’d no doubt find out that reason and probably tumble headlong into a nervous breakdown.
It was something to look forward to, she thought with a sigh that was quickly cut off by a yawn as she picked up the remote and-
“Where are you going?” she demanded anxiously when she spotted Christofer heading towards the hallway.
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly, giving her a reassuring smile that he probably thought would comfort her.
It didn’t.
Since the only thing that seemed to comfort her right now was his scent and presence, she couldn’t help but freak out a little bit as she watched him walk out of the room. There was definitely something wrong with needing the man that had not only attacked her, but had also turned her into this thing, and later she’d probably berate herself for her reaction to him, but for now she was too frightened to lie to herself.
She needed him.
Not that she planned on letting him know that. That would give him too much power and right now, he already had more than enough power over her. She was new to their world, unsure of herself and completely dependent on him. It wasn’t something that she was comfortable with, but for now she would endure it.
Biting her lip, she watched him disappear around the corner. It took everything that she had to keep her butt on the couch, which apparently hadn’t been all that much, because not even two seconds later she was moving to get off the couch and follow him and-
Scream her head off!
“What’s wrong?” Christofer asked, looking puzzled as he sat down next to her, shifting the large sketchpad on his lap as he got comfortable.
Still gasping for air, she looked from him towards the hallway where she saw him disappear only a few seconds before and then back to him to find him shooting her a curious look as he opened the sketchpad to a blank page. Having absolutely no idea what just happened or how he got back so fast without her seeing him, she decided to just sit there, struggling to catch her breath as she shot another curious look between him and the hallway.
“Oh,” Christofer said with a frown. “Did I forget to mention that we could move pretty quickly when we need to?”
Gaping at him, she nodded her head, because she was pretty sure that she would have remembered being told that she now had the Road Runner’s skills.
With a shrug, he said, “Well, we can move pretty quickly for short periods. ”
“Apparently,” she mumbled, shooting one last look between him and the hallway. For about thirty seconds she flirted with the idea of seeing just how fast she could move, but with a shrug she returned her attention to the television, deciding that with her luck she’d most likely end up running through a wall.
A few minutes later her breathing had calmed down and she’d managed to find an Indiana Jones movie to watch. She relaxed back and focused on the movie while Christofer continued to scribble in his sketchpad. This was actually nice, she thought as she shifted on the couch and-
Let out another embarrassing squeal as all the lights went out and she suddenly found herself enveloped in hues of blue.
“Did I forget to mention that everything turned blue in the dark?” Christofer asked conversationally, but she didn’t miss the amusement in his tone or the way his lips twitched.
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