cost big money. She loved art and spent time in so many art museums that she’d lost count. Art museums didn’t charge to enter, and since she had no money, it worked out great.
Eadan remained behind, nodding as she glanced back at him. He made a move to come with her, but the one they’d referred to as Colonel stopped him, shaking his head. The other men remaining behind converged on him, keeping him held there. Eadan didn’t look too pleased, but he remained in place all the same.
“What are they doing to him?” she asked.
“He doesn’t want to leave you. I can read it all over his face but I’m guessing he’s having a hard time processing everything that has gone on. And I think he wants to give you time. That would be a very Eadan thing to do.” Green touched her shoulder gently. “It will be fine. I promise. I just need to get you all checked over. While I’m doing that, Eadan and the others will be debriefed.”
She watched him carefully, wondering what his deal was. She couldn’t smell anything about any of the I-Ops team. They had no discerning scents. It was strange. Only Eadan did. Thinking of his scent, the way she smelled nature around him with the smell of man, made her pulse speed and her heart race. She felt her cheeks flush. In an effort to avoid making a fool of herself in front of Green, she decided to go with a joke. “What are you? Some sort of doctor for the weird and wacky?”
He smiled and she felt more at ease. “Yes. That is exactly what I am. Right this way.”
She followed him into a large room that looked part of a state-of-the-art medical facility. Her jaw dropped. “You know how to work all this stuff?”
“I do. So does my mate,” he said as he handed her a gown from a shelf. He pointed to another door. “You can change in there.”
“You’re mated?” asked Inara, needing to know more about mates.
“I am.”
She held the gown close to her chest. Curiosity got the better of her. “What does it mean?”
Green took a seat on a stool, putting him closer to her level. “What does mate mean?”
She nodded.
He looked at her with compassion and scientific interest. Yeah, he’d picked the right profession. “Did Eadan tell you anything about mates?”
“He said they were two halves of a whole,” she answered. “Or something along those lines.”
Green chuckled as if he’d heard a very funny joke. Maybe he just thought the stripped-down explanation she received was amusing. “That would be correct. It would seem that each supernatural is gifted one perfect match. One person who fits them and them alone. With them a bond is formed and the unions can often produce children where children are normally difficult for paranormals.”
She tugged at her lower lip, her mind full of endless questions for the man. “Eadan says we’re mates. How do you know if someone is or isn’t your mate.”
“It’s inborn. Your gut tells you that without them you couldn’t go on.”
Thinking back, she remembered how she’d felt on the pier when she’d had to leave Eadan. She also remembered the buzzing bees between them. “Do you feel energy of sorts?”
“I believe two people with enough magik or Fae in them would, yes.” Green folded his hands before him on his lap, as if prepared to answer any questions she had for hours if need be.
It was hard not to like him.
“He claims I’ve got magik in me. I can’t. I sneeze when I’m around a full-blood,” she blurted.
Green’s lips drew back. He remained pleasant as he spoke, “I’ll do some more testing, but the information I was able to obtain via PSI already tells me quite a bit. I believe you’re not allergic to magiks so much as your body craves it and suppressing that side of you causes this reaction to others of full-magik descent.”
She mulled over his words, letting them soak in. “You’re saying I have magik in me, and because I
Eadan remained behind, nodding as she glanced back at him. He made a move to come with her, but the one they’d referred to as Colonel stopped him, shaking his head. The other men remaining behind converged on him, keeping him held there. Eadan didn’t look too pleased, but he remained in place all the same.
“What are they doing to him?” she asked.
“He doesn’t want to leave you. I can read it all over his face but I’m guessing he’s having a hard time processing everything that has gone on. And I think he wants to give you time. That would be a very Eadan thing to do.” Green touched her shoulder gently. “It will be fine. I promise. I just need to get you all checked over. While I’m doing that, Eadan and the others will be debriefed.”
She watched him carefully, wondering what his deal was. She couldn’t smell anything about any of the I-Ops team. They had no discerning scents. It was strange. Only Eadan did. Thinking of his scent, the way she smelled nature around him with the smell of man, made her pulse speed and her heart race. She felt her cheeks flush. In an effort to avoid making a fool of herself in front of Green, she decided to go with a joke. “What are you? Some sort of doctor for the weird and wacky?”
He smiled and she felt more at ease. “Yes. That is exactly what I am. Right this way.”
She followed him into a large room that looked part of a state-of-the-art medical facility. Her jaw dropped. “You know how to work all this stuff?”
“I do. So does my mate,” he said as he handed her a gown from a shelf. He pointed to another door. “You can change in there.”
“You’re mated?” asked Inara, needing to know more about mates.
“I am.”
She held the gown close to her chest. Curiosity got the better of her. “What does it mean?”
Green took a seat on a stool, putting him closer to her level. “What does mate mean?”
She nodded.
He looked at her with compassion and scientific interest. Yeah, he’d picked the right profession. “Did Eadan tell you anything about mates?”
“He said they were two halves of a whole,” she answered. “Or something along those lines.”
Green chuckled as if he’d heard a very funny joke. Maybe he just thought the stripped-down explanation she received was amusing. “That would be correct. It would seem that each supernatural is gifted one perfect match. One person who fits them and them alone. With them a bond is formed and the unions can often produce children where children are normally difficult for paranormals.”
She tugged at her lower lip, her mind full of endless questions for the man. “Eadan says we’re mates. How do you know if someone is or isn’t your mate.”
“It’s inborn. Your gut tells you that without them you couldn’t go on.”
Thinking back, she remembered how she’d felt on the pier when she’d had to leave Eadan. She also remembered the buzzing bees between them. “Do you feel energy of sorts?”
“I believe two people with enough magik or Fae in them would, yes.” Green folded his hands before him on his lap, as if prepared to answer any questions she had for hours if need be.
It was hard not to like him.
“He claims I’ve got magik in me. I can’t. I sneeze when I’m around a full-blood,” she blurted.
Green’s lips drew back. He remained pleasant as he spoke, “I’ll do some more testing, but the information I was able to obtain via PSI already tells me quite a bit. I believe you’re not allergic to magiks so much as your body craves it and suppressing that side of you causes this reaction to others of full-magik descent.”
She mulled over his words, letting them soak in. “You’re saying I have magik in me, and because I
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