could he do that to his
own friend?”
“Steven was already gone when Jacob caught him. Steven
was murdered by a morchain . Jacob and the other
protectors of that territory hunted it down and killed it as well.”
“Are there a lot of them?” Cassie looked around the
town as if she expected one to come out from between the buildings at any
moment.
“Thankfully no. They do not
breed; they are created. No one is sure how the first ones appeared. They are
very violent even with each other. When two get together they fight, rather
than procreate.”
Cassie was going to say something, but she stopped to
stare in open-mouthed appreciation over his car. He had a 1967 black Chevy
Camaro SS. “Oh my lands, now this is a car.” She
circled around it and took in every detail of the perfectly restored car. She
knew it had to be since there was no way this car was kept in this kind of
condition for over 40 years.
“I guess you like cars?” he asked with a proud smile.
“I do. My grandpa, Uncle Dave, and myself used to always work on cars and go to car shows together.” A twinge of sadness
hit her over those days that were gone now. Dave had moved away and barely
spoke to them now, and her grandfather was in no condition to be working on
cars or walking the aisles of car shows.
“Come on, I can hear your stomach rumbling. Let’s get
some food.” He walked her to the passenger side door and opened it for her. He
held her hand until she was seated in the car, and then he belted her in. He
looked her in the eyes as he latched the belt, then leaned in for a kiss. Instantly Cassie was no longer thinking of food or cars.
Her body was heating up, and she wanted another serving of Michael. Her arms
circled around him and found his dark hair. It was soft and felt like silk as
she ran her hands through it.
Michael moaned and deepened the kiss. His hand braced
himself against the seat as he consumed her mouth. He broke away with a growl.
“I can’t get enough of you, but this will have to wait until after you eat.
Your blood sugar is dropping.”
She wondered how he would even know that as he closed
the door, but soon her attention was fixated on the interior of the car. She
barely noticed him get in, but she shivered in delight when he started the
engine and they drove down the gravel drive towards the highway.
Cassie struggled not to drool over it as he drove
through the winding mountain pass into town. The interior was in perfect
condition with black bucket seats in the front and a bench seat in the back.
The car had been modernized, but held onto all the classic elegance of the
Camaro. She caught Michael watching her out of the corner of his eye as she ran
her hand along the smooth leather of the seat. This was no factory job. It was
very expensive leather. “Did you do this restoration yourself?”
“Yes, I found this beauty in a junkyard and knew I
could bring her back with a little work.”
“I am in awe of the work you have done.” She held on
to the seat as he took a corner. She sank into the seat as it molded around her
with the g-force pulling on her.
“Thank you. It helped me to fill my time in between
duties to the territory.” He easily steered the car through another corner, and
the car handled mountain curves with ease.
“Do you have a lot that you need to do?” She was
hoping he would not think she was being nosy.
Michael shrugged. “Sometimes, but mostly it is a lot
like any position of authority. If there is a dispute I settle it, or if a
shifter needs judging I do it. Our Goddess has the last say, but I have never
had her disagree with a judgment before.”
“Can you force shifters to do things?” She remembered
the power she felt flowing through her when he’d held onto her head and
commanded her to change. Was that the power of a shifter or had he done that?
“Yes, I control shifting, I can tamper with memories, and
I can sense when someone is innocent, to name a few of the gifts I
own friend?”
“Steven was already gone when Jacob caught him. Steven
was murdered by a morchain . Jacob and the other
protectors of that territory hunted it down and killed it as well.”
“Are there a lot of them?” Cassie looked around the
town as if she expected one to come out from between the buildings at any
moment.
“Thankfully no. They do not
breed; they are created. No one is sure how the first ones appeared. They are
very violent even with each other. When two get together they fight, rather
than procreate.”
Cassie was going to say something, but she stopped to
stare in open-mouthed appreciation over his car. He had a 1967 black Chevy
Camaro SS. “Oh my lands, now this is a car.” She
circled around it and took in every detail of the perfectly restored car. She
knew it had to be since there was no way this car was kept in this kind of
condition for over 40 years.
“I guess you like cars?” he asked with a proud smile.
“I do. My grandpa, Uncle Dave, and myself used to always work on cars and go to car shows together.” A twinge of sadness
hit her over those days that were gone now. Dave had moved away and barely
spoke to them now, and her grandfather was in no condition to be working on
cars or walking the aisles of car shows.
“Come on, I can hear your stomach rumbling. Let’s get
some food.” He walked her to the passenger side door and opened it for her. He
held her hand until she was seated in the car, and then he belted her in. He
looked her in the eyes as he latched the belt, then leaned in for a kiss. Instantly Cassie was no longer thinking of food or cars.
Her body was heating up, and she wanted another serving of Michael. Her arms
circled around him and found his dark hair. It was soft and felt like silk as
she ran her hands through it.
Michael moaned and deepened the kiss. His hand braced
himself against the seat as he consumed her mouth. He broke away with a growl.
“I can’t get enough of you, but this will have to wait until after you eat.
Your blood sugar is dropping.”
She wondered how he would even know that as he closed
the door, but soon her attention was fixated on the interior of the car. She
barely noticed him get in, but she shivered in delight when he started the
engine and they drove down the gravel drive towards the highway.
Cassie struggled not to drool over it as he drove
through the winding mountain pass into town. The interior was in perfect
condition with black bucket seats in the front and a bench seat in the back.
The car had been modernized, but held onto all the classic elegance of the
Camaro. She caught Michael watching her out of the corner of his eye as she ran
her hand along the smooth leather of the seat. This was no factory job. It was
very expensive leather. “Did you do this restoration yourself?”
“Yes, I found this beauty in a junkyard and knew I
could bring her back with a little work.”
“I am in awe of the work you have done.” She held on
to the seat as he took a corner. She sank into the seat as it molded around her
with the g-force pulling on her.
“Thank you. It helped me to fill my time in between
duties to the territory.” He easily steered the car through another corner, and
the car handled mountain curves with ease.
“Do you have a lot that you need to do?” She was
hoping he would not think she was being nosy.
Michael shrugged. “Sometimes, but mostly it is a lot
like any position of authority. If there is a dispute I settle it, or if a
shifter needs judging I do it. Our Goddess has the last say, but I have never
had her disagree with a judgment before.”
“Can you force shifters to do things?” She remembered
the power she felt flowing through her when he’d held onto her head and
commanded her to change. Was that the power of a shifter or had he done that?
“Yes, I control shifting, I can tamper with memories, and
I can sense when someone is innocent, to name a few of the gifts I
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