A gay story: A Voice From the Night World I don’t own The Night World or seek to profit from the ideas or characters that belong to another. The Night World belongs to the wonderful L. J Smith. I thank her for creating such a wonderful series that I can borrow for the use of my characters.
The characters in this story are fictional and any similarities to living people are accidental. As this story contains sex between males, you need to be of legal age to be reading this story and if you don’t want to be reading about sex between young men you might want to stop now. Feedback is very welcome, as is anyone who is keen to pre-read or edit for me. I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 1
The Night World isn’t a place; it exists all around us and you. We are a secret society of vampires, werewolves, witches, and other creatures of darkness that live among you. We’re beautiful, deadly and irresistible to humans. Your teacher, your parent, or best friend or even your boyfriend could be one of us, you just don’t know it, and if you did you’d be dead.
1998
My name is Liev, I am a shapeshifter and I was born this way. My full name and the black foxglove tattoos on my wrists tell other Night Worlders what I am. I am Scottish and French respectively, both my parents and older sister are also shapeshifters. Our clan name is very powerful in this part of the world and in the shapeshifter aristocracy we are ranked third in Europe.
I stalk the world as a lynx and like all Night Worlders I am a predator. I am the 6 foot, leanly muscled eighteen year old with the cold, hard green eyes, sensual angular face and glossy short tawny blonde hair. I have a dimple in my left cheek and a well shaped mouth that usually wears a small smile that subtly mocks or invites you. I move with a certain feline, predatory stealth and grace, you’ll never hear me come up behind you as a lynx or human unless I want you to.
Its okay for me to toy with you, kill you, fuck you and break your heart, its okay by Night World laws for me to do pretty much anything I damn well like as long as I never allow you to find out the Night World exists or fall in love with you.
I am a kind of bodyguard; I work under Zach, one of the oldest made vampires in the Night World and am part of a team of four other Night Worlders. Our organisation is part of Circle Daybreak; we are an even more secret group of Night World members and humans who try to be a barrier between the rest of the Night World and the human world. We try to prevent too many bad things happening and we fight against the Night World by protecting prominent Circle Daybreak members.
At the moment both sides are on the hunt for the Wild Powers. We have a prophecy made by a powerful witch called the Maiden. She foretold that four special people born seventeen years ago will fight with blue fire in the coming millennium battle and they are to decide the fates of all of us. If even one of the four Wild Powers joins the Nightworld we are all lost, so it is a race to find them and pick your side.
So far two of the four Wild Powers, a half-breed girl and a lamia boy have been found and both are on our side. But there are two still out there that the Nightworld and Circle Daybreak are desperately trying to find. I am what you would call a good guy in the Night World, or as close as we get to being good guys and I don’t mind you vermin. As Daybreakers we believe it is time that the world started to become aware that we and the rest of the Night World is here, has always been here and wants to stay here.
It was 3.30am in the middle of an ambush on a rainy, cold Thursday in Scotland when I discovered my soulmate. The soulmate curse keeps popping up among us Night Worlders like a fast striking plague as we drop like flies to the discovery of our other halves. Like many of us I was unprepared and I admit shocked to discover not only did I have a soulmate, but that he would be the last person in the United Kingdom who I would have thought of to be my other half. But it could have been worse; at least my soulmate is another guy, as I’m gay, a female soulmate would be no good to me. But I’ll begin 4 months after I discovered my other half on that autumn night in Scotland and let you into what life can be like for us.
I was tired, wet, cold and sore as I walked in the door of our headquarters with my cell phone vibrating impatiently with yet another call in the front pocket of my jacket, a large, ordinary looking two story town house in an Edinburgh suburb. I headed through the open plan lounge and dining room to the stairs and began climbing up to the second floor aiming for my room, which was off the sitting room our team of four shared.
“So nice to see you after you disappeared on us Liev.” Drawled the smooth, silky voice of my best friend and leader of my team from behind me, he must have come from downstairs.
I grimaced as I paused in the hallway to turn and glare up at the tall dark haired lamia, or born vampire to you, as he came up the stairs behind me waving his own cell phone at me. At 6’4 he is taller than me and has the build of a boxer, being that is his favourite sport and an exercise he uses to stay bulked up and fit.
“Jesus, what are you, my mother?” I replied wearily as I headed passed the sitting room our team shared on my way to my goal, my bed.
“You disappeared for two days and I saw you take that hit, I couldn’t reach or find you.” Damian retorted following after me as I unlocked my door, pushed it open and sat on the bed.
I checked my the glowing screen of my cell phone and see three miscalls, two from Damien and one from my soulmate.
I sighed as I ran my fingers through my short hair and met his tired dark blue eyes. All vampires had telepathy to some degree, but Damien’s was particularly strong, so strong in fact he could use it as an effective weapon and there wasn’t much that escaped him. His dark, exotically handsome face was a perfect blend of Spanish and English with his clean, sharp bone structure, large hooded eyes and thin well shaped mouth and at the moment it was just as tired as his eyes. He really did worry like my mother sometimes!
I grimaced again and shifted on the bed, rolling my shoulders to relieve the strain and soreness I could feel from my healing injuries. Injuries obtained on Thursday night’s job, which had been a routine exercise that had involved escorting a pair of high profile Daybreakers to a new safe house for a meeting. But we had been ambushed on arrival, the fairly routine, easy job turning to shit. Damian stayed to protect them, as the rest of us split up to lead the attackers away.
“If you promise not to laugh your ass off I’ll tell you.” I reluctantly said when the silence stretched between us all but vibrating with Damian’s curiosity and worry.
He raised a dark eyebrow for me to continue as he sat on my desk and folded his arms across his well muscled chest a move that caused his black hair to fall forward to shield his face. The movement also caused the stylised black rose design on his bicep to peek out the sleeve of his t-shirt. Like the foxglove was a symbol for a shifter, the black rose was a symbol for a vampire, as was a black dahlia for a witch.
“I spent the time stuck in a tree, okay, stuck as a kitty cat.” I finally said, which was the truth, I had spent a cold, miserably rainy day and night stuck up that tree.
I am a big cat, I don’t like water and I’m not a leopard so climbing trees isn’t that easy, I’d had to shift back to human and climb it naked, then change back to lynx to protect myself, all with injuries to my left shoulder and back.
“But why didn’t you just give them the run around and come home?” Damian wanted to know, downstairs we heard the door open and slam shut as somebody else came home. There were three other teams, besides our foursome working for Zach, so there were a few of us coming and going.
“Couldn’t after I led Lily Redfern’s crew on my merry fox hunt, I let them chase me into that forest, I was pinned there. Couldn’t get out of that tree till they got bored and lost interest, bloody ‘wolves and vamps most of them! I was weak and dazed, had to wait for my back and shoulder to heal a bit, they hit me with silver. They couldn’t quite locate exactly where I was thanks to Tien’s spell, it served to hide my scent, so I just sat tight. ” I explained mentioning the third member of our team.
Damien whistled through his teeth long and slow, no hit of fang showing as a smile twitching at lips. He absently brushed his hair off his face; it was just long enough that it brushed his collar. “Sounds like a shitty couple of days; you haven’t passed Chay have you? He’s been gone too, not that that’s unusual for the bastard!”
A typical leader Damian always wanted to know what was happening and where everyone was at all times, like I said, he’s the worrier in our team.
Chay the final, newest member of our team sauntered passed my doorway, tall and leanly muscled he brought in the scents of fresh cool air, wood smoke, rain, feathers and a warm musk that was his own.
His tight dark jeans, tight black t-shirt and black boots did not hide anything, especially wet and that along with the predatory stalk he had betrayed him for something not human. It was a typical crisp, rainy winter Scottish evening and he wore no jacket, he wasn’t even shivering. His shoulder length white blonde hair was damp and tied up; keeping the silky stuff away from his high cheekbones. What could almost be a fine boned classically handsome face with perfect full pink lips was flushed with the cold, but was ruined by the cold, proud cast to his features and brooding anger. Icy, hard penetrating dark eyes regarded us and a smirk appeared as he noticed and acknowledged us on his way to his own room.
Chayton or Chay as he preferred was half Finnish and a gyrfalcon shifter Zach appointed to our team to replace Mikasi, our coyote shifter. She had left us a month ago to follow her soulmate into hiding. Her soulmate had been a prominent lamia lord, and it was forbidden naturally for our two battling sides to form relationships.
“Good to see you came down out of the sky to bless us with your presence.” Damian called out to him sarcastically, worry a thing of the past, Damien lived to bait and ruffle him.
I glanced between them as they sneered at each other before Chay slammed his bedroom door shut.
“Wanker!” Damian muttered loud enough that Chay would still hear him. “If he wasn’t such a useful bastard in the sky and on the ground, I’d pluck and spit roast him. How I miss Mikasi, next time I see her, I’m going to offer to singe her tail for leaving with that soulmate of hers.”
I smirked at Damian. “I wouldn’t worry Damian just be glad you’ve already got a soulmate or you might have ended up with him yourself.”
Damian snorted and smirked back.
“Gotta be grateful for small favours it’s already enough of a challenge being soulmated to the only male witch in Scotland. Besides we already know who got stuck with him.” He admitted wryly.
“Where is Tien anyway?” I asked curiously male witches were very rare and his clan was one of the most powerful witch clans in the Night World.
“Saturday dinner with his family you know how he is.” Damian answered with a shrug.
I had to smile Tien and his family took family gatherings, especially their traditional weekend dinners very seriously, witches they were such a clannish lot!
“But hey I have to tell you I’ll try to lay off that soulmate of yours. Seeing him pace the house stressed and restless these past few days is something I’ll never forget. It looked like he actually cared.” Damien commented with amusement.
I gave him a sharp look and realised he was serious under the amusement. Having felt the same worry and stress come through the faint bond that connected me to my soulmate when we were apart I knew he was telling the truth. I had felt him looking for me and his frustration that he couldn’t find me. Tien’s spell really had been a good one if even my soulmate hadn’t been able to find me. Our soulmate bond wasn’t helpful when we were apart, because neither of us possessed telepathy like the vampires it was usually just enough to let us feel strong emotions.
“Get lost anyway Damian, I need sleep.” I ordered him after we’d shot the shit for a bit longer; I was still tired and sore.
“I’m going.” He said sliding off the desk. “Remember we’ve got the usual morning debriefing with Zach tomorrow, 9 sharp.”
“Yes mother.” I retorted.
I got a good view of his middle finger as he left and pulled the door shut behind him, I would get him back later, and I’d known him since we were five so I knew all his weaknesses.
I sighed, relaxing as I looked around at my simple white room with its double bed, wardrobe, desk and chair. It wasn’t much, but it was home to me now and nothing felt better then coming home to it and my team. Pulling off my shoes and socks I dumped them on the ground next to the bed, remembered to open the window and swapped my wet clothes for my own skin as I collapsed on the bed. I’d barely closed my eyes when my senses alerted me to the fact that someone was in my room.
“Can’t you wait till tomorrow?” I whispered to the intruder knowing he could hear me.
“Why would I wait till tomorrow?” A low accented voice asked there was a rough, husky quality to it that always made me hard.
“Suit yourself.” I replied as I rolled over and glanced over at the naked intruder as he sat down on the bed next to me.
In the Night World one came across so many hot, beautiful men you got used to it, but I didn’t think I’d ever get used to this one or the fact that he was mine. It took considerable will power to force my eyes to stop staring at his lean, muscled body. His body and his muscles didn’t have the definition of mine; his muscles were more subtle showing more tone and faint outline. The round ass he had was softer than the rest of him too; it was all I could do sometimes to stop myself from grabbing his ass. The dark, hot look he shot me let me know he’d seen me look and liked it.
“Where have you been?” My soulmate wanted to know the worry showing through his eyes and his own sexual need as his eyes ran over my body with a thoroughness and possession that had me hardening to my own full seven and a half inches.
“I was stuck up a tree playing decoy.” I replied giving him the same story I’d just told Damien to distract him from the relentless search of my body he was doing in his quest to check I was really okay.
He frowned at me his eyes returning to scowl into my face. “That’s why I couldn’t find you! Damn Tien can be too good sometimes.”
“Wipe that expression off your face Tien’s spell saved my butt.” I told him pulling him down beside me and wincing as the action pulled at my still healing back and shoulder.
I ignored the pain as I kissed him and felt the white-hot blue lightening arch between us blasting open the light soulmate connection between us. Ruthlessly it pushed us into each other’s minds as he pressed up against me and returned my kiss.
I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the utter nakedness the full soulmate connection forced on us. It left his mind, soul and heart wide open and naked so I could see his memories and every thought or action he’d ever had, good and bad. I knew he could see the same in me and it left me feeling more vulnerable then I’d ever felt in my life. I could feel the same in him and did my best not to look to closely as our spirits flowed in and out of each other.
I focused on the physical deliberately looking away from his memories of the last two days and ran my hands over him. I could feel him doing the same to me as first he ran his hands over me to check with touch what his eyes had already told him.
When our kisses became hotter and wetter, hungrier, his touch turned more fevered and grasping, as mine did. I would never get used to touching him or running my hands over his warm body and flexing muscles, especially my obsession that soft round ass of his.
My soulmate pulled away from our kiss to roll on top of me and pant heavily against my cheek. He dropped warm kisses on his way to my neck as my fingers reached their goal. I grabbed his naked ass, squeezing and pulling him tighter against me as his mouth sucked at the vulnerable spot where my neck met my shoulder, we both cried out, me in pain, he in need.
His weight had put pressure on my still healing body and forced a wave of weakness through me. Despite the fact I was just as desperate to appease our mutual hunger for each other; my body just wasn’t up to fucking. He felt the pain in me and pulled away with a disappointed sound.
“Sorry.” He whispered still scattering kisses across my face and throat as he pushed himself up onto his elbows and slid off me.
“S’ok.”I managed to mutter back as I wrapped my arms around him and listened to the sound of our heavy breathing that filled my room as the pain, sexual and other throbbed through me.
Time passed and I noticed the rain had stopped as he curled up against my side with a soft sigh and realised I was lazily stroking him. I am a very tactile person with my partners, I like touching and to be touched, it’s not always sexual, it can be for comfort or just enjoyment of skin, hair and the warmth of the body under my fingers. He shifted nuzzling my neck and I felt his fingers run through my short hair and allowed myself to relax against him.
“I’ll help like before” I heard my soulmate say at some point jerking me away from the warm, comforting arms of sleep that I’d been starting to drift in.
I felt him nudge me and urge me to lie on my stomach. With a grumble I complied, rolling over and I felt him press both palms against the skin on my back and soothing faintly gold energy flowed into me through his hands. Slowly the pain, aches and other discomforts I’d been feeling slowly faded away.
“You’re a witch huh?” I whispered to him, remembering he’d done the same thing to me once before.
I was drowsy and contented when I felt him curl against him once more. He ran his fingers through my hair again, his hand stroking my neck as he rested his head next to mine.
I felt a long hesitation and reluctance from him and shrugged. “S’ok, you don’t have to answer that.”
There was another long pause and I felt those clever fingers rub my ears. “My mother was a witch.” He whispered back caution in his tone.
“I won’t tell.” I murmured back, feeling my own purr and felt him kiss my neck as I fell asleep.
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I woke up to the blearing sound of my alarm at 8am feeling my stiff back and a cooling bed. It appeared my soulmate had gone at some point.
Slowly and steadily I stretched my body to get the kinks, sexual and other out, taking particular care and time to carefully stretch the healing muscles in my back. I felt that my own natural healing abilities and what my soulmate had done last night had helped a lot, but I still wasn’t fully healed yet. Grabbing a clean towel and my toiletries I headed for the bathroom the four of us shared to grab a shower.
Returning to my room in a towel I passed no one as I headed back to my room to pull on dark jeans and an old light grey Metallica t-shirt. I never wore underwear or unnecessary clothes, being a shifter meant I didn’t need much clothing, I am naturally hot blooded. Clothing tended to get shredded on a regular basis too and underwear was just uncomfortable. Running a brush and some gel through my short hair, I arranged it in the style I preferred, hung my towel up, threw my dirty clothes in with the laundry and headed downstairs to grab some food.
Spending time up a tree as a lynx and 2 days healing from injuries inflicted with silver meant I was starving and needed fuel to replace the energy I’d lost. I’d have to go on a hunt in the next few days; I needed more than mere food could give me. Like the vampires need to feed and get fresh blood to survive, shifters and werewolves need to hunt and kill live prey. We needed the adrenalin of the kill, the organs and blood to feed our own high energy requirements; we too healed from most injuries and had to shift, unless we were killed we were near immortal.
The hunt also helped feed our wild predatory instincts as well, much as the vampires needed blood and witches needed energy to do the same. Most of the Night World tended to use humans to feed their predatory needs, but Daybreakers used animals and occasionally donors or soulmates if you were a vampire or witch. But for now regular human food would do to tide me over.
As I walked into the kitchen I exchanged nods of greeting with Damien who was already there, sitting at the breakfast bar an empty used plate in front of him sipping coffee by the smell of it. Unlike common myths vampires could eat human food; it just gave them no nutritional benefit. There was no sign of any of the other teams, but then we all had different schedules and different jobs. Tien’s auburn head was bent over a pot he was hovering over on the stove. I could smell the tasty scent of breakfast and something else bitter and sour.
“Love the hickey.” Damien called out with a whistle as I walked past him to pour myself a cup of coffee.
I ignored him as I sipped at my coffee, hot, black and with a hint of sugar, just how I liked it, as I looked down Tien’s shoulder at what he was stirring. He was by far the shortest of all of us, at only 5’6 and slender with it.
“I hope that is for you and not me midget.” I commented with a wince as the strong, sharp scent of the tea he was stirring went up my sensitive nose and I moved away.
Tien had a tendency to try out various herbal healing remedies his mother and sister taught him. His power tended towards battle magic, not towards healing like the rest of his family. But this didn’t stop him wanting to have the skill his female relatives possessed, there was a friendly family rivalry going.
Tien glanced over his shoulder at me; his violet eyes and black dahlia signet ring he wore witch trademarks all over the Night World.
“You bet Cat Man, Damien said you got hit with silver. We need to counter some of the silver poisoning your system. It’ll help, trust me.” He coaxed his violet eyes gleaming with humour.
It was a sexy face; he did look like a fey, more delicate version of Jared Leto we all agreed under that wavy auburn hair. There was a running joke among us that someone in his family must have had fae blood but he denied it fiercely. His patient act was a hoax he was powerful enough he could pin me to the wall if he wanted to with a one spell and force it down me.
I backed away from him. “Keep it away from me. I’ll take my chances with my own healing abilities.”
“Damien! Grab him, he needs to drink it. He won’t heal right without diluting the silver poisoning.” Tien ordered as he turned the heat off and moved to pour the hot tea into a mug, a frown altering his fey good looks, patience wasn’t his best trait.
“Come Liev, I put some honey in it so it won’t be as bitter or nasty as it smells.” Tien tried again, seeing Damien stay put as he studiously studied the contents of his coffee mug, knowing better then to get involved and he knew how foul those teas could taste.
I sighed knowing Tien wouldn’t quit and would continue to force Damien into the middle. I put my coffee mug down with an exaggerated mournful look and allowed the witch to push his mug of steaming bitter tea into my hand. I glanced into the dark brown liquid and winced, deciding to swallow it on one go to get it over with. I shuddered, it was as bitter, sour and as strong as I thought it looked and smelled. The honey I could only taste a bare hint of but it did take the edge off a bit.
Tien beamed at me and patted my shoulder, accepting the cup back placidly as I glared at him. He then handed me a plate piled with bacon, eggs, sausage and hash browns, throwing on some freshly popped toast and gestured that I should sit. He followed me to the table with his own plate of breakfast.
“Tell me about your adventure.” Tien invited when Damien came and sat at the table with us, keeping us company.
So I told him repeating the same story I had given Damien and my soulmate including the fact that the spell he’d given me helped hide my scent between mouthfuls of food.
“That’s awesome! Good to know my trial spell worked.” Tien commented sounding very pleased with himself as he leaned back in his chair and chewed meditatively.
I protested. “Now you tell me I was your experiment.”
Tien shrugged not put off by my cold look and smiled at me. “You didn’t need to know it was an experimental spell and it worked. So you’re no worse off. I just need to fine-tune it to fit you and then I can modify it to fit Damien, Chay and myself.”
Damien snorted. “Chay can just fly away.”
Tien glared at his soulmate. “It’s not fair to leave him out. Why you two are always baiting each other is beyond me. In other circumstances I would be wondering if you didn’t have the hots for each other.”
Damien shrugged and glanced at his wrist watch “Hurry up its 8.55am, we need to be in Zack’s office. I don’t want a penalty ‘cos we’re late again.”
Damien got up to rinse his empty mug and put it in the dishwasher, he glanced at us seeing neither of us was moving and gestured impatiently.
We got up and followed suit, rinsing our used plates and stacking them in the dishwasher as we followed Damien towards the back of the house and our boss’s office.
The office we entered was large, with a large curtainless bay window and fitted out like the sort of masculine study an English lord might have had a century or so ago, all dark wood, rich carpets, ivory and black leather. The funny part was that Zach was not English, he was Irish, and the house had come with the study.
Zach was sitting in his big office chair behind a modern looking black desk with a frown on his face typing something into the computer in front of him. As usual books, print outs and papers were piled around him; there wasn’t much room for the vampire at the desk.
Without being asked the three of us took an armchair from the group on our side of the room and sat down. Arriving on our heels was Chay who ignored us all as he pulled the heavy wooden door shut behind him and collapsed in the remaining free chair next to me. The gyrfalcon’s hair was damp from a recent shower and he had on an old ripped pair of black jeans and t-shirt.
To the world we were a security firm but our fees were so high we usually only had inquiries from humans who were rich or who were movie stars. We took the occasional offer to work with humans, but it was rare as we always ran the risk of being discovered. Mostly we worked within the Night World and turned down job offers from humans.
Being a few hundred years old and a made vampire, none of us were sure exactly how old Zach was, as he never offered the information and we never dared ask, he did not look like someone who would be a vampire or a leader of an elite Night World business.
He was very young looking, looking about 17 and he had curly dark brown hair that was cropped short around his head, the kind of pale lightly freckled skin you saw on the Irish and a pair of candid light blue eyes in a soft, boyish face. He was only average height at 5’7 and his body was wiry and tough, close to being skinny and he wore a pair of loose, old jeans, a simple white shirt, sneakers and an ancient dark brown leather jacket.
But if you looked closer you saw the hard knowing glint and the shadows in his eyes, the steely strength in the wiry muscles under those casual clothes, the pearly sheen to his skin and the glossy note to his hair. You would feel the air of quiet power that sat around him like the comfortable clothes he was wearing and realise that his calm, easy going expression was a mask that a predator hid behind.
“Glad you could make it boys.” Zach greeted us with only a faint hint of his Irish roots showing in his voice as he finally looked up from whatever he was doing on his computer.
“It’s good to have you back with us Liev.” He added with a slight smile as he acknowledged my return. “I take it you didn’t suffer too much harm?”
I shrugged not too surprised that Zach was aware of the misfortune that had befallen me; he always knew what was going on with his people. “I’m healing and I’ll survive from a cold night in a tree.”
He nodded clicking a button on his mouse and we all heard the whirr and click as his printer kicked into action.
“I have a new mission for you as you no doubt have realised. You are the only team I have not got currently involved in a job. You are my best and most skilled team so perhaps it is a good thing you’re available.” He told us kicking straight into the meeting.
“What is it you want us to do?” Damien wanted to know.
“I received an email from Lord Theirry and Lord Sebastian a few days ago and they advised me that they have picked up information that the third Wild Power may be here in Britain.” Zach explained ignoring our surprised looks.
Lord Theirry was the oldest made vampire in the Night World and he was the leader of the American Daybreakers. Lord Sebastian was a lamia and the Daybreaker leader in Britain. The mention of a possible identify for our missing third Wild Power was also pretty exciting and none of us could stop leaning forward or wipe our expressions of the eager interest.
“One of their joint teams is currently on the way down from London as we speak to give us more detailed information on who the suspected Wild Power is. Your job will be to befriend, follow and guard this person while their team aims to discover proof and persuade the individual to join us. Because if we have pinpointed the same person you can guarantee Nightworld leaders will not be far behind.” Zach continued to explain feeding our interest. “I warn you now this mission does involve going back to school.”
I groaned. “You’re kidding me?”
Zach’s eyes chilled as he regarded each of us. “I am not kidding. You will do what you need to in order to make this job work. If that means going back to school for a month or two, you’ll do it.”
I shrugged and glanced away from his sharp gaze. “Whatever you say boss.”
“Any more comments?” Zach challenged glancing at each of the other members of my team, when they all shook their heads he nodded reaching out to pick up his newest 3 page print out.
“Here, take this, read over it and report back to me in the afternoon. By then Sebastian’s team will be here and we can debrief each other on any updates then.” Zach continued handing Damien the print out when he leaned forward.
Taking his words as the dismissal they were we all got up and began to file out of his office.
“Liev stay for a minute.” I heard Zach call to me.
Turning around I faced him and shot him a questioning look as Tien pulled the door shut behind him.
“Damien and the rest of your team have told me what happened on Thursday. I would like to hear your side of the story as well.” He requested.
I sat back down with a sigh, getting tired of repeating the same story and told him what had happened to me.
“You’re sure your injuries are healing?” He asked finally as he regarded me for a moment with a long look.
I nodded. “Yes slowly but surely. It still hurts and I feel a bit weak, but it is better than it was yesterday.”
“Tien also gave me one of his teas to help counter any lingering silver poisoning.” I added with a wince and wry smile.
Zach gave me an understanding smile shuddering himself. “I have been at the wrong end of those teas myself a time or two.”
I managed a smile. “He claims they work.”
“How is your soulmate?” He asked casually.
“What do you mean?” I questioned warily feeling a bit shocked by it.
“You don’t need to play the fool with me. I know you now have a soulmate, most would not be aware of it outside your team, as you both hide it. But I can see auras, part of the tiny bit of witch blood that runs through my veins, yours has changed.” Zach answered in the same friendly, casual tone.
I was surprised even more by his comment about having witch blood, it was the first time I’d ever heard him say something so personal about himself and I’d worked for him for three years now. I’d had no idea; I’d assumed he was human before he was turned. But then I guessed perhaps everyone in Ireland had a touch of magic and the witch in them.
“Yes, I think you may be right there.” Zach commented with amusement in his voice and eyes.
I shrugged realising he’d picked the thought right out of my head and sighed remembering to reinforce my mental shielding as Damien had taught me. “As far as I know, my soulmate is fine.”
“You are both adjusting okay?” He added with another of his slow, searching looks.
“As well as any of us do when hit with the soulmate lightening.” I admitted with a nod and the flashing smile I was so good at.
He returned my nod and smiled at me a hint of sadness softening the hard glint in his light eyes. “It is always something of a curse and a blessing discovering a soulmate.”
I laughed in agreement as I got to my feet. “Is it okay if I go now?”
Zach gestured a shooing motion at me in answer and I saluted him mockingly as I opened the door and made my way out of his office.