Blue

Part#11

Declyn watches Blue leave.

Irritation cranks up and manifests as a bad mood. In a blur, he rushes back to his

office and slams the door, throws himself in the chair, and with a slow exhale, rakes the file

with Blue’s contract closer.

As per his instruction, she’s signed it with her initials on every page. It pacifies his

anger while his finger traces over the ink on each page.

Declyn contemplates the girl’s mindset. He is all too familiar with how covens

encourage individuality, as long as it is the one they choose for their donors.

Donors are educated in any matter of topic which takes their interests – They

shouldn’t, however dream of pursuing a career. Their education is purely to enhance their

service agreements and help them land a good home with an immortal who shares the same

interests. Declyn snorts.

“They like talking to our food,” he mutters to himself.

His head lifts when the muffled sound of children screaming seeps through the

walls. His fists clench in exasperation. He’s never hated a sound as much as that.

Declyn admits to himself he is unreasonable as in here, it isn’t loud. He gets his wish

of staying in his study after all.

Then why isn’t it making me happy?

Sudden silence draws the frown between his brows again. Curious, he listens and

only hears creaks from above. With a sigh, he turns his chair around, lift his feet onto the

windowsill and stare outside at the river, focusing on the sound of water. It fails to calm his

mood this time.

Green eyes close, his head against the back of the chair and his mind full of blonde

curls and creature-yellow eyes. His fingers tap against his chest; frustration rips a deep

growl from him. On the inhale, a new scent prickles all his senses into full alert.

The chair swings, his body moves and in a second he leaps clear over the desk, opens

the door and stands at the bottom of the stairs looking up. His mouth opens to check the

scents on the air again.

Initially he only identified one, but now, there are two unique core-signatures in his

house. They’re young, new triggers. The cores are similar in energy to a point where one’s

signature boosts the other in a relay.

“Impossible,” he grumbles as the scent leads him by the nose to the closed nursery

door. The distinct aroma of Blue winds around the new scents quickly, but Declyn already

marked the active cores. Immortal cores that, until now, was dormant – as it should be.

He does not have the ability to identify their classes, but he knows someone who

does.

What in the hell did that woman saddle me with here?

Declyn can’t help the grin on his face as his next thought trickles in humour through

his mind.

Right, little color, you want to be a donor? Well I guess we’ll find out how badly you want it because

as of this very second, you’re a mortal nanny to two immortal children!

With a sly grin he stands for another few minutes before he heads back to his study.

There, he sits on the corner of the desk, pleased as punch for no good reason, and dial a

number he’s not used since he received it. The phone scarcely ring on the other side when it

the owner picks it up but does not speak. Declyn’s grin increases.

“How do you feel about a trip out to the ranch at your earliest convenience? I think

we have a situation on our hands.”

An ugly cussword drops into his ear and a shuffle later, the connection dies.

“Yip, that’s what I thought,” Declyn chortles, throws the phone back onto the desk

and takes up his seat in front of the window again in good spirits.

As much as he does not like people, he wants to know what these kids are and how

to feed them. Instinct prevails and regardless of how much he hates them opening their

mouths; he is first and foremost an alpha and that means he takes care of his pack.

His fingers strokes over his chest and with a sigh, he closes his eyes and try to force

back the gallop from earlier in the evening.

***

Eros and Venus are angels, but they still wake up every two hours, on the dot, for a

feed. On top of that, my nerves activate a ninja response at every sound from the new

environment, which means naps are out of the question.

As it happens, the kids are less niggly when they hear me move around and a slight

tendency to be obsessive compulsive about untidy places drives me to organise it. Though

the moment I stop to catch a breather, the pair becomes restless. It is as if they do not trust

the silence – I can’t blame them. The house creaks and groans all the time, and I cannot tell if

it is because it is old and woody, or if it is because the Horror-dad creeps around outside.

-shudder-

The sun is about to rise and I zombie-stomp through the room to dress, feed and

wind the babies. I am quite proud of myself to have this part down like a seasoned mom and

I am now able to avoid the projectile burbs too! I find two carrier seats and install the kids

before navigating my way to the stairs.

“My turn to eat.” I am starving, which isn’t my body’s usual reaction to mornings.

“Here, I’ll take them,” Declyn speaks from right next to me and I yip in response,

yank the kids behind my legs and am combat ready immediately.

“Don’t be difficult, Blue. I’ll take them, you look ... Unstable.”

I narrow my eyes at him but the colour in his eyes light which means he’s not hungry

and his mood is probably passive. If he thinks I’m being difficult, he has been out of touch

with humans for a lot longer than I guessed. I’m careful, there’s a difference.

Distrusting, I hand over the carriers. He is their parent, or owner of whatever.

Before I blink, he’s down and waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. Concern

overrides the tiredness and I practically fly after him praying I don’t fall and break my neck.

It should make him happy though, he won’t have to do it.