This morning, we set out to end the wolf sales, which we did somewhat successfully until The Owner escaped, and then we get back home, go on an adventure, and end up bringing back a supernatural that already feels like a friend to us.
At least I’m never bored.
“Let’s go and introduce you to the others. House and Ethel will have gotten dinner done by now. I bet you’re hungry,” Raiden suggests. “I’ve just messaged the others to let them know that what happened with the ward was us, and that we aren’t under attack.”
“I’m not entirely sure what to make of this new turn of events,” Baz admits honestly as we move across the driveway.
“Neither are we,” I admit.
“We’ll figure it out,” Ransom adds.
“And we’ll try to figure out if we can restore your memory in the least damaging way,” Raiden adds, the wheels in his mind already turning.
Baz nods, “Thank you. I meant what I said earlier, I owe you all a life debt, I am not a threat to you and yours. My magic has clearly decided that this place and therefore those within its barrier are worthy of protecting, and that’s enough for me.”
I believe him. I don’t know why, I don’t have any reason to, but I also don’t have any reason not to.
Something is going on, that’s for certain, and I’m interested to see how the others react to him.
“We’re back,” I yell as I walk through the door, the others on my heels.
Neith
Iam infinitely curious to see if the supernatural that they have brought home, Baz, is the same supernatural that I saw in Luesidious. I’ll know as soon as I see him. I’m not ashamed to admit that the scarred, purple-eyed supernatural has stalked my dreams.
I’m also not ashamed to admit that I will be irrationally disappointed if it isn’t him, and I don’t know why.
To be honest, all the confusing things that I have been feeling about the horned, and quite frankly gorgeous, supernatural, I have been burying because I don’t know what the fuck to do with them.
They don’t make any sense. I saw him for two seconds at the most, and yet the impact that he has had on me is profound.
It makes me twitchy.
The Voices mumble, offering no real advice or help.
“We’re back!” I hear Coen yell.
We share a look and then get up and head to the front door.
“Nice to meet you, man,” Van greets him, shaking his hand.
The guys all introduce themselves, and I just stare because holy shit, it’s the same supernatural.
I was wrong about him being slimmer than Reed, he’s not. He’s fucking massive.
The scars on his face don’t detract from his rugged looks at all, they simply add to it. Throw in the dark purple eyes and huge horns, and I challenge anyone not to think he’s good-looking.
I reach for my phone, before my brain catches up with my actions, and I remember that I can’t take a picture of him to send to Navy and Neera to see if they agree with me that he’s hot.
That’s not socially acceptable.
Oh, and I lost my phone again. I don’t think Griff is going to let me live that one down. It’s fair, I could have put it absolutely anywhere. I’ve found it in the freezer in the past.
His gaze lands on me, and my brain instantly shuts up.
Breathe, behave like a normal human. Er supernatural.
“You,” he mutters, and the guys all look between us.
