CHAPTER FOUR
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Arrogant men are sexy and a pain in the ass, both things can be true.–Reia
Eloise POV
"Seriously, Cory, what were you thinking?" I tried to speak — to inform whoever it was that I wasn't Cory — but my tongue would not cooperate, sitting heavily in my mouth. It allowed me the time to open my eyes though, and those seemed eager to work. I was in a room lit by very dim bulbs. So far I couldn't identify much of the place but I could feel the presence of people. Looking towards them, I squinted.
"I'm sorry father, she was very nice," someone — most likely Cory — replied. There was a snort somewhere in the room and the owner of the first voice turned towards where the sound came from.
"This is not funny," he grumbled. He wasn't really angry, I realized — more exasperated and fond.
"You were to follow him, Cory. You're still young and whoever that is seems stronger than I am."
"I know but he was going to kill her," Cory whined. I smiled — I kinda liked this Cory.
‘You do, do you?’
A feminine voice said, and I stiffened.
"What's wrong with people and getting into my head," I groused, sitting up. The room went silent and I felt at least three pairs of eyes staring at me.
"I apologize, dear, your thoughts just seem to reach out," the woman said. Cory became animated.
"It wasn't only me — her mind was so loud," he exclaimed, grinning widely. I huffed in annoyance.
"My mind is not loud."
"I must agree with her, I cannot hear much of anything," the taller man said.
"Interesting," the female said.
"Okay. Good to know my mind isn't a gaping hole anyone can fall into. Now who are you and what do you want with me," I asked.
The woman turned to me.
"Well, dear, we have been remiss with the introductions. I am Reia Kansa, our young one is Cory as you've heard, and the tall menacing figure by Cory is Beauguard," she said softly.
Nodding, I looked at each individual, trying to piece together the whole picture.
"Is there a reason your lights are so dim," I said absently.
"We're used to softer lighting," Beauguard ground out.
I huffed.
Who pissed in his wine?
The dim lights became brighter — not by much, but enough that I could actually tell where I was.
I smiled at Reia who had brightened them.
The room was bigger than I'd thought, with muted colours and dark furniture.
Reia was lounging in one of the chairs, her black hair packed in a tight bun, her features very enchanting — wide blue eyes, a thin nose and pouty lips.
Cory was just as I remembered him, average, thin and very hyperactive at the moment.
It was Beauguard that surprised me the most.
When Reia had described him as menacing I'd figured that's what he was — but as I looked at him he didn't seem all that menacing at all.
Or he wouldn't have been if he got rid of that scowl bunching his forehead.
He was tall, much taller than Cory.
I had a suspicious feeling he'd dwarf me and I had a good few inches on Cory.
His face was just like the rest, shimmering with a sort of glow. He had blue eyes but unlike Reia's, they seemed like a calm ocean blue, his hair sat at his collar, a deep brown.
He seemed perfect except for the fact that his nose was almost a tad too wide — but he seemed to make it work.
I heard a soft chuckle and sighed.
It seemed my open mind had leaked thoughts to Reia and Cory.
"It's been a pleasure meeting all of you but I think I'd like to go home now."
The room turned quiet again.
"I'm afraid at the moment that will be impossible," Beauguard replied. I stiffened.
"And why exactly is that," I asked, warning him with my gaze to give me a very good answer.
"You've been in contact with our kind, and as you might have noticed we are not exposed to your society," he replied, and I snorted.
"And you think I'm what — going to go into the streets screaming your names?" When he didn't refute that I glanced at them, incredulous.
"Seriously, do you think I'm that dumb?"
The silence continued and I huffed.
"Well, I can assure you I'm not. Can I go now?"
"There is also the matter of the one hunting you," Reia said.
"He's my stalker not yours, I'll deal with him."
"You can't guarantee that, he's our species. We will take care of it," Beauguard said, and I huffed.
"If you were that eager to tackle it, you might have started when he killed his first victim." He scowled.
"Miss—" he gritted.
"Baker. Eloise Baker," I returned.
"Baker, we're not letting you leave." I laughed, rising to my feet and strolling over to him until I was staring into his scowling face.
"Fang boy, I'd like to see you try keeping me," I growled.
He hissed at me.
The room was immediately filled with tension — Beauguard staring at me like he'd love to just bite me, I glared back daring him to give it a shot.
Out of nowhere it had become a stare down.
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