Part 2
So much for all that lovey-dovey together forever crap. The whole soulmate principle was a farce. You bent over backwards to make your soulmate happy, then the bitch goes and betrays you.
It was bad enough to actually be affected by this soulmate thing. It had been hard enough for Chiron to accept that Charlize Redfern was the perfect girl for him. They were about as different as fire from water.
He sat alone on the rooftop of the apartment building he and Charlize lived in, gazing out at blankly at the darkened buildings below, lit occasionally with a yellow light.
Charlize had often liked to come and lie up here on the roof, she'd be there for hours just watching the stars until he had to come and drag her in.
Her moods shifted continuously. She could go from being broody to bright and cheerful, to snotty and bitchy. There was just no telling. He himself was a take things as they came kind of guy. He liked to think he was the more rational minded one of the pair.
The surprising thing was they were both Night People, him a shifter, her a lamia. They were a strange couple, but in a weird way, the relationship had worked.
"This'll cheer you up, it seems Charlize and her new friends aren't as smart as they'd like to think."
Chiron sighed, staring at the cigarette he had lit and forgotten to smoke. Most of it was just ash. He dropped it on the ground and snuffed it out with the heel of his combat boot. He didn't look at the speaker, his friend Verne, a witch. "That doesn't cheer me up."
"I really don't see the fascination with this place."
Chiron heard the fire escape door open and Skye's voice.
"I'm starting to think /nothing/ will cheer you up," Verne snorted. "What /is/ it you girls see in him?"
Chiron felt Skye's arms around his slender waist, her fingers running through his long dark red hair, shot through with black streaks. His figure was extremely slim for a guy, at a distance he could almost be mistaken for feminine. He wasn't even that interested in Skye all over him. He wanted Charlize. Skye was just - convenient.
"He's almost - kittenish," Skye answered.
Chiron snorted, pushing her away. "Gee, you really know how to flatter a guy." He stood up and looked at Verne. "You said you had news."
Verne handed him a piece of paper. "According to my contact this is where Charlize is."
"Let's go teach this bitch a lesson." Skye's tone had changed from flirty sweet to icy cold.
For once, Chiron found himself actually liking her.
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So much for all that lovey-dovey together forever crap. The whole soulmate principle was a farce. You bent over backwards to make your soulmate happy, then the bitch goes and betrays you.
It was bad enough to actually be affected by this soulmate thing. It had been hard enough for Chiron to accept that Charlize Redfern was the perfect girl for him. They were about as different as fire from water.
He sat alone on the rooftop of the apartment building he and Charlize lived in, gazing out at blankly at the darkened buildings below, lit occasionally with a yellow light.
Charlize had often liked to come and lie up here on the roof, she'd be there for hours just watching the stars until he had to come and drag her in.
Her moods shifted continuously. She could go from being broody to bright and cheerful, to snotty and bitchy. There was just no telling. He himself was a take things as they came kind of guy. He liked to think he was the more rational minded one of the pair.
The surprising thing was they were both Night People, him a shifter, her a lamia. They were a strange couple, but in a weird way, the relationship had worked.
"This'll cheer you up, it seems Charlize and her new friends aren't as smart as they'd like to think."
Chiron sighed, staring at the cigarette he had lit and forgotten to smoke. Most of it was just ash. He dropped it on the ground and snuffed it out with the heel of his combat boot. He didn't look at the speaker, his friend Verne, a witch. "That doesn't cheer me up."
"I really don't see the fascination with this place."
Chiron heard the fire escape door open and Skye's voice.
"I'm starting to think /nothing/ will cheer you up," Verne snorted. "What /is/ it you girls see in him?"
Chiron felt Skye's arms around his slender waist, her fingers running through his long dark red hair, shot through with black streaks. His figure was extremely slim for a guy, at a distance he could almost be mistaken for feminine. He wasn't even that interested in Skye all over him. He wanted Charlize. Skye was just - convenient.
"He's almost - kittenish," Skye answered.
Chiron snorted, pushing her away. "Gee, you really know how to flatter a guy." He stood up and looked at Verne. "You said you had news."
Verne handed him a piece of paper. "According to my contact this is where Charlize is."
"Let's go teach this bitch a lesson." Skye's tone had changed from flirty sweet to icy cold.
For once, Chiron found himself actually liking her.
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