to make sure his people really didn’t know more than they should; yes that is a good reason. I was very careful never to leave anything that might give away my dirty little secret lying around. You never knew when a jealous girlfriend was going to bust in looking for their missing mate. Ok, that had never happened, because if it had I would be dead. I couldn’t fight off a scorned lover. What was that saying? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I am sure if a human female was scary enough to warrant that saying, a female monster would be a thousand times worse. Of course, I live by the motto better paranoid then dead. The note said that the people that left the flowers all around my apartment were very professional. Was that Akia’s way of saying that he knew something? Was he playing mind games with me now, amusing himself? I could almost picture him sitting in the shadows and laughing at me, watching me go crazy trying to figure out what he was going to do to me. When he gets bored of me, will he jum p out and kill me, or does the King not like to get his hands dirty? I was sure I’m probably only merited one of his flunkies.
“Stop it Cat! Get a hold of yourself. You have lived through this life this long, so just make a plan and stick to it. You have been trained for this.” Saying things out loud made me feel a little crazy, but it made me feel a whole lot better as well.
I would hate to have to take out the head monster, but better him then me right? Really, who did he think he was fooling? I am sure that there were women beating down his door just trying to get his attention. Was I supposed to believe that my presence had affected him that much in our short time together? He had to be up to something; this had to be a trick. I mean, getting attached to someone that fast just didn’t happen. Yet, if that wasn’t true, what was the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I had allowed myself to think about him even a little?
There was no reason to stall. I had thought about maybe just going over and getting my wallet; that was more than enough reason to be there. Once I got him alone, I could grill him about the roses. Then my common sense returned and I realized that if it was a trick and he did know what I really was, a blocked phone call would be a much smarter move. Even though I knew somewhere deep down inside that a personal visit would be much more fun, I reached for the phone.
The phone rang about six times before he answered a little breathlessly, “Hello?”
My heart fluttered again. I really should think about getting myself checked out. “You’re Majesty, what the hell is wrong with you? What part of breaking into my apartment seemed like a good idea? I have come to the conclusion that you are completely unhinged.” I sounded as pissed as I felt. Good for me.
“You actually called me?” Akia sounded almost as shocked as I had felt when I opened my door, and then there was silence. He wasn’t saying anything else. I thought about sitting there not encouraging him with conversation, but after about 30 seconds the silence was deafening
“Akia are you even listening to me?”
“I didn’t think you would call. I figured I blew it, and you would never give me the time of day again.” He was really starting to try my patience. What did he mean; I wouldn’t give him the time of day? He was the King; why did he care if someone as nonexistent as me ever talked to him again?
“This isn’t a courtesy call, and stop acting like I am that important to you. You are the King for crying out loud. Stop acting like you care whether or not I called. I want to know who the goons that brought the flowers were, and who you think you are to have sent them? You can’t just invade someone’s home because you feel like it. That has to be breaking the law somehow.” I realized as soon as I said it how stupid it was, there was no law but you when you were the King.
“This is
“Stop it Cat! Get a hold of yourself. You have lived through this life this long, so just make a plan and stick to it. You have been trained for this.” Saying things out loud made me feel a little crazy, but it made me feel a whole lot better as well.
I would hate to have to take out the head monster, but better him then me right? Really, who did he think he was fooling? I am sure that there were women beating down his door just trying to get his attention. Was I supposed to believe that my presence had affected him that much in our short time together? He had to be up to something; this had to be a trick. I mean, getting attached to someone that fast just didn’t happen. Yet, if that wasn’t true, what was the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I had allowed myself to think about him even a little?
There was no reason to stall. I had thought about maybe just going over and getting my wallet; that was more than enough reason to be there. Once I got him alone, I could grill him about the roses. Then my common sense returned and I realized that if it was a trick and he did know what I really was, a blocked phone call would be a much smarter move. Even though I knew somewhere deep down inside that a personal visit would be much more fun, I reached for the phone.
The phone rang about six times before he answered a little breathlessly, “Hello?”
My heart fluttered again. I really should think about getting myself checked out. “You’re Majesty, what the hell is wrong with you? What part of breaking into my apartment seemed like a good idea? I have come to the conclusion that you are completely unhinged.” I sounded as pissed as I felt. Good for me.
“You actually called me?” Akia sounded almost as shocked as I had felt when I opened my door, and then there was silence. He wasn’t saying anything else. I thought about sitting there not encouraging him with conversation, but after about 30 seconds the silence was deafening
“Akia are you even listening to me?”
“I didn’t think you would call. I figured I blew it, and you would never give me the time of day again.” He was really starting to try my patience. What did he mean; I wouldn’t give him the time of day? He was the King; why did he care if someone as nonexistent as me ever talked to him again?
“This isn’t a courtesy call, and stop acting like I am that important to you. You are the King for crying out loud. Stop acting like you care whether or not I called. I want to know who the goons that brought the flowers were, and who you think you are to have sent them? You can’t just invade someone’s home because you feel like it. That has to be breaking the law somehow.” I realized as soon as I said it how stupid it was, there was no law but you when you were the King.
“This is
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