Part 4
Malachite checked his watch impatiently. He looked around the club. She should be here by now, she had promised. So where the hell was she? Maybe he was going over the top with this, but he needed to keep Yanna safe. She would never understand, no matter how he tried to tell her. He was sure of that.
So Ara had to be disposed of. He couldn't do it himself, the Daybreakers would have a fit. Hell, they would have a fit if they found out what he was doing now. He was serious enough about his issues with Ara Redfern to break the rules, but loved his soulmate enough to at least try and stay with her as long as he could.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Shiva sat beside him casually giving him the once over, smiling in approval at what she saw.
Malachite wasn't in the mood for flirting. "I don't think Valarie would want to see me face to face." He smiled without humour.
"So I must be mad for agreeing to meet with you?" Shiva said, folding her arms on the table.
Malachite glanced around the club again. The place was discreet, a human one, so the risk of any Night People finding out what they were up to was slimmer. With any luck, no one should recognise them.
"Maybe. And I am sure, I need to do this. I don't know what Valarie's problem with Ara is, but I have enough problems with her to let you guys in." He scribbled the address of the safe house on a napkin. She took it and slipped it down the front of her sleek red top, smiling coyly.
"I'll see what I can do. Don't worry, no one needs to know where to came from."
"Thanks." Malachite stood up, leaving. He knew he couldn't avoid the safe house forever. Maybe he could convince Ara he wasn't the same monster he had been back when she had known him.
~Yeah, and maybe ants will take over the world~ he thought, smiling dryly.
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Malachite checked his watch impatiently. He looked around the club. She should be here by now, she had promised. So where the hell was she? Maybe he was going over the top with this, but he needed to keep Yanna safe. She would never understand, no matter how he tried to tell her. He was sure of that.
So Ara had to be disposed of. He couldn't do it himself, the Daybreakers would have a fit. Hell, they would have a fit if they found out what he was doing now. He was serious enough about his issues with Ara Redfern to break the rules, but loved his soulmate enough to at least try and stay with her as long as he could.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Shiva sat beside him casually giving him the once over, smiling in approval at what she saw.
Malachite wasn't in the mood for flirting. "I don't think Valarie would want to see me face to face." He smiled without humour.
"So I must be mad for agreeing to meet with you?" Shiva said, folding her arms on the table.
Malachite glanced around the club again. The place was discreet, a human one, so the risk of any Night People finding out what they were up to was slimmer. With any luck, no one should recognise them.
"Maybe. And I am sure, I need to do this. I don't know what Valarie's problem with Ara is, but I have enough problems with her to let you guys in." He scribbled the address of the safe house on a napkin. She took it and slipped it down the front of her sleek red top, smiling coyly.
"I'll see what I can do. Don't worry, no one needs to know where to came from."
"Thanks." Malachite stood up, leaving. He knew he couldn't avoid the safe house forever. Maybe he could convince Ara he wasn't the same monster he had been back when she had known him.
~Yeah, and maybe ants will take over the world~ he thought, smiling dryly.
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