“I want to hear anything you have to say.”
“This isn’t the time to flirt, Kronos! I need help, real help!”
“Okay. Okay,” I said, trying to calm her down, “What kind of help do you need.”
“Can’t you do something?” She asked.
“I cannot interfere in the affairs of your family and roommates.”
“Mylastboyfriend wasn’t afraid to scare some sense into people.”
She was lying about the boyfriend, just saying it to get a rise out of me. I smirked.
“Boyfriend? Do you consider me your boyfriend?”
“Do I look like I want to talk about romance?!”
“Okay. Try to calm down.”
“Don’t you tell me to calm down! You’re a space man who can just jet off into the sun or wherever the hell you came from.”
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“You stop doing that! Stop it!”
“Alright. But you’re getting angry. I want to help you, but I can’t if you don’t calm down.”
“Help? You want to know how to help?”
“How?”
“Give me $13,000.”
“I can’t do that?”
She smiled. Her eyes lit up and I sensed a wicked idea coming behind them.
“Jess, think about what you’re doing.”
“Ok, I’ll think about it alright,” she hissed. She reached into her boot for her hunting knife and pulled it out.
“You might be impervious to bullets, but I bet if I held a hunting knife to your throat, you’d be easier to handle.”
“Are you threatening me?”
I have to say, I didn’t feel threatened. She was small. My bond to her grew as she sat closer to me. Couldn’t she feel it? Beneath her desire for money, or even a roof over her head, there had to be some sense that her search was finished and that for once, she’d have a mate who would take care of her. I could be her mate, the one who would never leave, the one who would keep her safe.
She stuck the knife in her boot.
“No. I’m not.”
“I can give you a room of your own.”
“Fine. Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Good. Then bring your things, sweetling.”
“You shouldn’t call me that,” she snapped.
