“Are you telling me the truth?”
“Lying to you seems almost impossible now,” he says and takes another bite.
“Tell me about the Forsaken.”
He groans, and I know it’s not something he can talk about, but I thought I would try.
“How does it feel to be the Lord?”
“How do you even know that word?” he asks.
“I’ve learned a lot. Want to know what?” I smirk as I eagerly wait for him to answer.
“Tell me.”
“Are you sure? I mean, you aren’t going to kill me or anything?”
“I won’t kill you.”
“Okay, good. So, what I have learned is that you have different types of events for your members. For example, one is for girlfriends or boyfriends, and no wives are allowed.” I watch him intently, but he gives nothing away, so I continue, “The other is for wives, though one of your members, Reon, had his wife at an event that was for girlfriends only.”
“They are inseparable.” He lets this tidbit slip, and I nod.
“He seems to really love her.”
“Yes, they are in love,” he confirms.
“And then we have the hunts.”
He noticeably tenses at my words, and I know I’ve hit something big. I never intended to bring this up to him. I thought I would let my work die when I started working forhim. It was probably one of the most complex stories I’ve ever worked on. Getting information about the Forsaken is almost impossible, and what I have is only hearsay. I never had any proof. They’ve obviously been a tight-lipped group for many years. I don’t even know precisely how long the Society has been around.
“I don’t know how often the hunts happen, or when they happen, but stories have been whispered that it’s not animals you hunt.”
He remains silent as he sits across from me, waiting for me to talk again. But that’s all the information I have. I know he’s some leader in the Society, which makes sense because he’s a mighty powerful man. Not that the other members aren’t powerful in their own right, but he is on a different level. I’m not really sure how to explain it.
“I’m getting tired,” he admits, then yawns.
“Good. Let’s go watch a movie,” I suggest.
“I don’t watch movies.”
“You have to. No sleeping,” I admonish as I put his plate in the sink.
Soren’s phone starts ringing, and we both see Maya’s name flash on the screen.
“If she comes here, I am not going to be held responsible for what I do to her,” I warn him.
“She doesn’t have keys any longer,” he says. “What movie are we going to watch?”
“Pride and Prejudice.” I smile happily.
“That sounds like an awfully boring movie.”
“Shut up. It’s based on one of thebestromance books ever written.” I exaggerate a swoon as I kick off my shoes and fall back onto his large sofa. I tap the spot next to me, and he comes over and sits. He smells of vanilla and whatever else is in his body wash.
“I prefer a movie where everyone dies,” he grumbles.
“How boring,” I reply.
