That was when she realized she had no idea of the time, only that it was nearing sunset.
Pulling out her ever present black leather pants and t-shirt and pulling them on, Zane went through the tunnel to go to the house she owned. The shower gave her a boost of energy. Not a lot, but more than she’d had. It took her twenty minutes to walk the three mile pathway to her house instead of the normal five. She was drained and hurting again by the time she got there. Opening the back door with a small burst of energy she didn’t have, she entered the kitchen and reached for her medical kit immediately. It was under the sink. Aiden was standing in the doorway to the outside when she stood and turned.
“You have to allow me entrance or I can’t come in. And I’d prefer to talk to you inside, not standing on the porch,” he said in way of greeting.
“How about we start you off out there and you work on allowing yourself inside?
And while you say your piece I’m going to work on a few cuts.”
~CHAPTER 12~
Aiden watched as Zane put the first aid kit on the small table. Then she unsnapped her black jeans. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he realized she planned to take them off while he watched. Then his breath caught when he saw what they’d been hiding.
“Christ! How the hell are you even upright? You look...our kidneys...your kidney had been damaged from the blow you took there. Let me in, Zane. I want to help you.”
Aiden didn’t think she would, so he wasn’t surprised when she didn’t. He realized his beast was rising when he saw her tense up.
“Say your piece, Mr. St. James. I have to finish here and go feed yet tonight. I still have a report to file and other things that I can’t put off. And control your monster. He is bringing mine to the surface.”
Aiden watched as she took a white towel and laid it across the opposite chair from where she sat. He had to look away or he’d never get his other self under control.
The kitchen was done in deep blues and whites; the appliances were all a brushed stainless steel. White tiles surrounded the long sink and on the floor. The counter top looked to be granite. There was none of the normal smaller appliances on the counter, no coffee pot, toaster, or blender. There was a microwave. The table and chairs looked new, the table top bare of any placemats and salt or pepper. Aiden looked back at the woman sitting on one of the chairs when she spoke.
“It’s an illusion. I’m sure you put one up as well. To make people, humans, believe you are just like them. There’s a TV in the other room that’s never been turned on and furniture that I’ve never sat on. There’s a bed in one of the rooms on the upper levels that is supposed to be one of the finest made. Yet I sleep far from here in a lair deep underground. Why are you here?”
The question startled him. “I came to see how you are. I felt your pain and I wanted to make sure you were all right. See if you needed anything.”
Zane’s laugh was bitter and harsh. “I’m just peachy, as you can see. I won’t die, no matter how much I try. If you’ve found this house then you’ve spoken to her majesty.”
There was a good deal of venom in the last word. Aiden would have had to be deaf not to hear it. He wondered at it, but said nothing.
“I did speak to the queen, but I found your home from having someone search for me. Pete, she works with the Brotherhood of the Gray. She found it. She said it was clever of you to use ‘Allider Zandson,’ by the way. If you hadn’t told me your name that day, we might not have figured it out.”
Aiden watched as she knotted off the thread at the wound in her thigh. When she moved to the other one in her calf, she hesitated. This one looked deeper than the one on her upper leg and the blood seeped still. He felt his fangs react to the sight of blood.
“You might as well come in. There’s fresh blood in the fridge. Your hunger is beating at me and I can’t
Pulling out her ever present black leather pants and t-shirt and pulling them on, Zane went through the tunnel to go to the house she owned. The shower gave her a boost of energy. Not a lot, but more than she’d had. It took her twenty minutes to walk the three mile pathway to her house instead of the normal five. She was drained and hurting again by the time she got there. Opening the back door with a small burst of energy she didn’t have, she entered the kitchen and reached for her medical kit immediately. It was under the sink. Aiden was standing in the doorway to the outside when she stood and turned.
“You have to allow me entrance or I can’t come in. And I’d prefer to talk to you inside, not standing on the porch,” he said in way of greeting.
“How about we start you off out there and you work on allowing yourself inside?
And while you say your piece I’m going to work on a few cuts.”
~CHAPTER 12~
Aiden watched as Zane put the first aid kit on the small table. Then she unsnapped her black jeans. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he realized she planned to take them off while he watched. Then his breath caught when he saw what they’d been hiding.
“Christ! How the hell are you even upright? You look...our kidneys...your kidney had been damaged from the blow you took there. Let me in, Zane. I want to help you.”
Aiden didn’t think she would, so he wasn’t surprised when she didn’t. He realized his beast was rising when he saw her tense up.
“Say your piece, Mr. St. James. I have to finish here and go feed yet tonight. I still have a report to file and other things that I can’t put off. And control your monster. He is bringing mine to the surface.”
Aiden watched as she took a white towel and laid it across the opposite chair from where she sat. He had to look away or he’d never get his other self under control.
The kitchen was done in deep blues and whites; the appliances were all a brushed stainless steel. White tiles surrounded the long sink and on the floor. The counter top looked to be granite. There was none of the normal smaller appliances on the counter, no coffee pot, toaster, or blender. There was a microwave. The table and chairs looked new, the table top bare of any placemats and salt or pepper. Aiden looked back at the woman sitting on one of the chairs when she spoke.
“It’s an illusion. I’m sure you put one up as well. To make people, humans, believe you are just like them. There’s a TV in the other room that’s never been turned on and furniture that I’ve never sat on. There’s a bed in one of the rooms on the upper levels that is supposed to be one of the finest made. Yet I sleep far from here in a lair deep underground. Why are you here?”
The question startled him. “I came to see how you are. I felt your pain and I wanted to make sure you were all right. See if you needed anything.”
Zane’s laugh was bitter and harsh. “I’m just peachy, as you can see. I won’t die, no matter how much I try. If you’ve found this house then you’ve spoken to her majesty.”
There was a good deal of venom in the last word. Aiden would have had to be deaf not to hear it. He wondered at it, but said nothing.
“I did speak to the queen, but I found your home from having someone search for me. Pete, she works with the Brotherhood of the Gray. She found it. She said it was clever of you to use ‘Allider Zandson,’ by the way. If you hadn’t told me your name that day, we might not have figured it out.”
Aiden watched as she knotted off the thread at the wound in her thigh. When she moved to the other one in her calf, she hesitated. This one looked deeper than the one on her upper leg and the blood seeped still. He felt his fangs react to the sight of blood.
“You might as well come in. There’s fresh blood in the fridge. Your hunger is beating at me and I can’t
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