“True, but stranger things have happened. Especially considering what Aefre said about it not being possible to begin with, save for you feeding on her.”
“Stay, come. It’s up to you. I’m going,” he says.
CK glances at me, concerned that he isn’t more worried.
“I’ll come and find you in a bit,” he says to me with a kiss.
I nod. “Okay, my love.” I get up to leave with Devon and Scott.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE
“He seems awfully protective,” Devon muses on our way down.
“No, it’s not that so much as he still feels he is…” I pause, trying to find the right word.
“King of the world?” Devon remarks and he is back, my smartarse boy.
“Yeah, nice Titanic quote, by the way.”
“Epic film. It seems almost unreal that had we been a couple of years later, we probably would have been on it.”
“I know. Pretty insane, really.”
“Erm, Liv,” Scott says.
“Yes, Scott?”
“I have a question for you, about me.”
“Go on.”
“What am I? I mean really. Am I still human or what?” he asks, completely embarrassed.
I blink at him. “No, sweetie. You aren’t human. You never were. It was assumed so at first, but you are of your own kind. Empaths, Shifters, Vampires, Demons, Dragons. We are all the same. Well, sort of.”
“Oh. Do you mind if I use some of Saxon’s resources to try and find some more of my own kind?”
“Oh, of course not, no. You should have mentioned it sooner. Or rather, told me to do it. You know what I’m like,” I say by way of explanation and he snorts.
“I do. I think the words ‘vain,’ ‘selfish,’ and ‘willful’ came up at some point.” He half smiles at me and I stare at him open-mouthed.
“Eavesdropper!” I say, good-naturedly.
“Mind Reader,” he corrects me.
“Oooo, remind me to dock you for being cheeky,” I say, glaring at him, but it’s all in fun.
“No. Can’t say that I will,” he says breezily as he saunters off the elevator.
I shake my head at him. He has come out of his shell around us so much the last few days. Despite all the drama, it is doing him good to be in the mix.
“He is one of us now,” Devon says, reading my thoughts.
“Yes, he is.”
“Will Jess be one of us?” he asks.
“She left us no choice,” I say grimly. He doesn’t look happy, but I am sick of trying to be all happy-face about this when I could stake her myself for doing this.