Chapter Five

 

 

“That was Cade on the phone. We have two hours to get our belongings, check out and get back to the house,” Ven told them quietly.

“Go get the other’s belongings I’ll take care of Mira,” Tristan told him.

“Mira?”

“Hey, suga you still with me?”

“Still here. How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

“You don’t look well.” He got out the Jeep and walked over to her door. “I’m going to carry you. You’re not going to protest.”

“You keep this up suga, and I’m going to think you're carrying me across the threshold on our wedding day.” Her voice was soft. It was hard to keep her eyes open as her emotions came and went. “I’m tired, Tristan.”

“You gave a lot of yourself. I can’t be sure, but I think your blood sugar is low. I also think you're anemic. I want you to drink more orange juice.”

“I drank some.”

“Not enough. We also need to get some food in you.”

“I want to sleep.”

“I know, hold on Mira.”

She nodded as he placed her on the bed. Tristan sat her up and began to encourage her to take small drinks of the orange juice. After he laid her down, he packed everything he brought with him, it wasn’t much. There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

“I packed for everyone and checked out. We can leave.” Ven told him looking at Mira on the bed.

“What about our vehicles?”

“Cade sent Locke and Key for them.”

“Alright I’m going to let you drive. Take your time Ven.”

“I will.”

Tristan picked up Mira and carried her to the back of the Jeep.

“She put her life at risk helping Tina.”

“She’s an angel Tristan. She does this every time she helps someone.”

Tristan nodded his head and pulled her closer. He knew about the angel network. They all did. To find out that Mira was a part of it didn’t surprise him.

She was fine, and that’s what he needed to focus on.

“Ven what do we know about the males we encountered. The one from the bar was there.”

“I called my dad and Declyn. They don’t know anything about them. I talked to mom and Fire, they haven’t felt anything. I think the dome is protecting them from this new menace.”

“They deserve the peace.”

“Well don’t tell them that. They are going to try to find out what’s going on. Mom said if we need her; she'll be here before we can blink.”

Tristan laughed. “I think we’ll figure this out on our own. Deja and Enzo and of course, then Declyn and Safire will come and then… yeah we’ll do this on our own.”

“Scared we’ll have a dragon sighting in the city?”

“Hell yeah.”

“I wanna see a dragon.” Mira struggled to raise her head.

“No dragon’s baby.”

“I like that, but you shouldn’t call me baby.”

“Why?”

“Because sweet names should only be used if you mean it.” She laid her head back on his thigh enjoying the thickness and hardness of it.

They finished the rest of the drive in silence.

“We’re here.” Tristan placed his hand on Mira’s shoulder to wake her.

“I need to work tonight.”

“Do you think you can walk a straight line or wrap that beautiful body around a pole?”

“I hate males like you.”

He lifted a brow and looked at her.

“Reasonable.” She picked up her phone and called off. “Have you seen Anna and Eve? Are they well? Thanks, if anything happens call me.”

“Anna and Eve?”

“Two young females I work with. I’m concerned about them.”

Tristan helped her out of the Jeep and up the steps. When they walked in, there were three males she hadn’t met sitting in the living room.

Damn, they were panty melting handsome. In fact, if she hadn’t of met Tristan first, she would willingly throw her panties at any of them.

“Mira this is Cade; you met him earlier. This is Locke and his brother Key.”

“Hi, you guys remind me a lot of each other. Tall, thick with green eyes. Why does everyone except Ven have green eyes?”

“It was easier for our people to recognize us,” Cade told her.

“Why don’t I like the way you said that?”

“Because you were blessed with sensitivity,” Cade responded.

“No one has ever called this curse a blessing.”

“You’re not cursed. Without you, Tina would be dead or worse,” Tristan whispered in her ear.

“Sometimes people don’t appreciate the blessing they’ve been given. I’ll start dinner,” Ven told them.

“Ven cooks?”

“You’d be surprised what we can do Mira,” Locke told her.

“Nope, I saw what you can do.” She shivered but refused to move away from Tristan. He was different; her mind was still refusing to think about it. She was different too. If her government knew what she could do, they would call her an animal and place her in a cage. It wouldn’t matter that she couldn’t change form.

Tristan took her to a love seat to sit down.

“Did you buy the house furnished?”

“We did, but we’ll eventually change out what we don’t like. Anything you don’t like in our suite, we’ll get rid of immediately.”

“Slow down. One night does not mean you get to keep me.”

“Right, I know that.”

“But you have me for tonight. It’s probably not good for me to be on my own right now.”

“One day at a time.”

“I wish I had a change of clothes.”

“There’s a whole wardrobe upstairs for you to pick from,” Cade told her.

Tristan turned to look at him.

“What? Did you think Deja was going to let her son move into a house she hadn’t seen? I think she was in the car as soon as Ven got off the phone. Between her and Safire, they brought a store full of clothes and thing's females like, bath soaps, etc.… It’s all upstairs because what do any of us know about females?”

Tristan leaned back and laughed. “I thought I was escaping the madness when I left. They never planned to let me go to ground.”

What did going to ground mean? He was going to have to explain it. She didn’t like it. It sounded ominous.

“Should we check out this cache of clothes and possible goodness?” She needed something to take her mind off what happened today.

“Did they find the room I picked out for myself?” Tristan asked.

“Do you really have to ask?” Ven was standing in the doorway to the living room. “The food will be ready when you come down.”

“Can you stand?”

“Yeah, the orange juice seems to have helped. You’re really a doctor.”

“I am. I must admit that I really didn’t know much about human physiology. I learned from Cait; she is the first one of us to attend medical school. I thought I would never need it.”

She filed that away for later. He didn’t seem to be hiding that he was different from her. “You spent years denying what you were or needed to know.”

“I did.”

“Me too. I let people who I thought knew better than me, tell me that I was crazy. It wasn’t until I took my future into my own hands that my life started to turn around. Human’s aren't supposed to be able to feel other peoples emotions. You only get to do that on television.”

“I know, do you like it?” They were walking down the hall to the room Tristan wanted her to see.

They stopped in front of her favorite suite of rooms. You walked into a little foyer that led to a large sitting room. It was just big enough for a family, from there you could walk into the large master bedroom. There was an en-suite off the bedroom. There was also a bathroom off the sitting room as well as two other bedrooms.

“I love it. You did a good job of picking your rooms.”

“There are three rooms on the other side of this suite. I can always expand if needed. I’ll make one of them into an office. The other two will become an examine room and an overnight observation room for patients who need on-site treatment.”

“Why are you single Tristan?”

“Where I come from no self-respecting female would touch me. I was created to be used as fodder in a war that lost its meaning long ago. They found a way to use a mass of enzymes that is the basis of our evolution to mass create warriors. We are just as real as anyone else, but we have no parents, so we are expendable. We’re not real.”

“You don’t look like those in command.”

“That’s why we have green eyes. So that we can be spotted immediately as inferior.”

“I know people like that.”

“Inferior?”

“No, people who are so filled with prejudice that they can’t see beyond their own reflections.”

The smile he gave her made her heart thud. She walked over to him wrapping her arms around him.

Tristan picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as his hard dick rubbed against her wet pussy. Mira rubbed herself against him before she lowered her head to kiss him.

“We haven’t had our second round yet,” her voice was husky.

Tristan kissed her driving all thought out of her head.

“You need a shower.”

“Later.” She kissed him again grinding slowly against him.

He walked over to the bed and set her down. “I want you Mira, but I can feel your emotions rubbing against mine. You’re raw. Your body is trembling even as you struggle to hide it. I feel you gathering your emotional resources while you doggedly try to rebuild your walls. What I want, and what you need are two different things.”

He placed his hands on either side of her head to hold her still and look into her eyes. “Who takes care of you when you get like this?”

“No one.” The shudder she’d been trying to hide was in her voice.

“Now you have me. Go shower, I’ll be waiting for you in the other room.”

She nodded and stood on shaky legs. There was no way she was going to let Tristan take care of her. She had been alone long enough to know not to depend on anyone except herself. The moment you leaned on them, trusted them, they left you high and dry. Taking care of yourself after you’ve been rejected was hard.

She stripped and stood under the warm water. For a minute, she allowed herself to believe that Tristan was different. He wanted more than a hard fuck or to play with the freak before he left to find a normal girl. One he would flaunt in front of her as they bent their heads to laugh at her.

She’d done that before, she wasn’t going there again. Grabbing a towel, she dried off and went to look at the clothes that were lying out. The first thing she noticed was the multiple sizes. The second thing she noticed was how sexy everything was and the fact that everything had tags on them. They were all brand new.

All though the day was warm, she was still cold despite her hot shower. She pulled on a pair of silver leggings with a cami and a hoodie with 'play hard' written on the back in pink.

“Cold?” Tristan asked when she walked into the sitting room.

“Yeah. It’s hard for me to warm up after I help someone like that.”

Tristan took her hand and led her to the couch. “What happened to her?”

“Do you know what it feels like to be so tired that your body is drained?”

“After an intense battle, we’ve been known to get like that. Our bodies give out and refuse to move.”

“That’s a good way to describe it. Those males were fighting for her emotional and mental energy. They were draining her, another hour or maybe ten minutes, she would have been dead. A husk of her former self. Her wounds were too severe to allow to heal on their own.”

“You healed her like a surgeon stopping the internal bleeding.”

“That’s an apt analogy.”

“My opinion of you continues to rise.”

Mira cuddled up closer to his side lying her head on his chest. A sigh of contentment left her lips. She couldn’t depend on this, but she could bask in his caring for a day.

“Come on you need to eat.”

She stood up and stumbled a little.

“I’d pick you up, but I have a feeling your independence will get in the way.”

“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not. I want to take care of you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips before wrapping his arm around her and leading her out the door.

“What’s for dinner? It smells good.”

“I made spaghetti. The males groaned when I suggested sandwiches, and I didn’t have time to make my mom’s lasagna.”

“Ven’s our budding chef. Deja lets him work his magic in the kitchen whenever he’s in the mood to cook.”

“I can’t wait to taste it.” She took a chair.

“Nothing else?” Tristan asked looking around the kitchen.

“Cade has steaks on the grill.”

“Steaks?” She looked from Tristan to Ven.

“It should be a food group by itself on your pyramid,” Tristan said.

“I admit there are a few food groups I want to add to that darn pyramid. Of course, I was thinking more of the cake food group,” Mira told him.

“Can cookies be a food group?” Cade asked when he walked in with a platter loaded down with steak.

“Mira you’re going to have to wait to meet the other two males living here they are out on patrol,” Cade told her as he sat down at the table.

“We’re also still adjusting,” Locke told her. “Being around human females is still new.”

It was now or never. She dived in. “How long have you been on the planet?” From what Tristan told her he was much older than she was ready to deal with.

“Several hundred years.”

Yep, she wasn’t ready for that level of truth.