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"I'm not picky. Hamburgers, pasta, chicken tenders, barbeque. I'll eat whatever."
"But what's your favorite?"
"Hmm." I scratch my chin. "I guess maybe pozole or enchiladas. Or maybe my mom's chicken flautas."
"I don't know what any of that is but I can figure it out. Do you have a book somewhere?"
"A book? That's what Pinterest is for."
"What's Pinterest?"
I gasp. "When did you say you were on earth last?"
"I didn't but it was 1995, I think?"
"Yeah, it's 2024 now and a lot has changed. We'll have to get you up to date. Right after we figure out why you keep thinking I'm someone I'm not and how there's fire coming from your tail."
He cups his hand over the flickering flame, hiding his tail behind his back. "How about you sit down and have breakfast with me. Don't worry about anything else right now. We can figure it all out as we go." He walks around me, grabbing a container from the oven. Placing it on the stove, he finds two plates and fills them up with food. Trying to untangle my thoughts, I watch him move around the kitchen, heating up the food and I don't sit down until he does.
Lowering myself in the chair furthest away from him, I tug my plate closer to me, my stomach grumbling from the delicious aroma lifting off the plate. Breaking the overstretching silence, I ask, "What if I don't want to be your mate or give you my blood?"
He sets his silverware down. "Then you don't. I wouldn't ever make you do what you don't want to. Now eat your tacos before they get cold."
"One more question first. Who's Albert?"
Something shifts in his eyes and his jaw twitches. "A human I fell in love with while on earth. It's the reason my father trapped me underground. Our two worlds aren't supposed to mix together."
"So he's the reason you were down there?"
He looks down at his plate and then back at me. "Him and Albert." The sadness and betrayal in his eyes is palpable.
"What—"
"I thought you said only one more question?"
Chewing on my bottom lip, I lift one of the tacos from my plate. Neither of us talk for a long time and I have no idea why I want him to break the silence first. He needs my blood and I feel like I need something from him too but I don't know what.
How did I go from catching my fiancé cheating to this? Is there a chance I could still wake up? Do I want to?
If this is truly me being awake, then the upside is, I don't have to spend the next two weeks alone anymore. The downside is, I'll have to become Sookie fromTrue Bloodin order to keep the company.
Is that really better than being alone?
Standing up, he collects our plates and his tight ass bounces a little as he walks to the sink.
Eh, people give blood to doctors and blood banks all the time. What's the harm in offering a little to a sexy demon who cooks and washes dishes mostly naked?
Besides, I'm still not a hundred percent convinced this is real.
Five
Rorian
He finishes his food, downs two glasses of water, and says he needs more sleep before returning to his room. He shuts the door behind him and I don't hear a lock turn. Is that an invitation? Does this mean he isn't scared of me anymore? Instead of following him, I clean up the kitchen and then search each room for clothes in my size. Turning my nose up at the cable sweaters and collared shirts I find, I enter another room and rummage through each drawer until I stumble upon a pair of purple yoga pants and a white tank. Not perfect, but it'll do for now.
Once dressed, I walk around the house, looking for anything recognizable. So much has changed in twenty five years. I guess it's to be expected. Aside from a few vases and candle holders, everything from before has been replaced. He said he doesn't live here and never has. It would make sense for my father to have put him as far from me as possible. Either he found his way back to me or someone else found their way to me instead.
Pictures on an end table in the living room stop me in my tracks. A happy couple posing with a baby are smiling and dressed in Christmas colors. The top of the frame says Feliz Navidad. Grabbing the photo, I caress the glass, circling my fingers over the familiar face while a knot forms in my throat. Albert. The dreams I had were true. He did go on without me, getting married and creating a family.
