Chapter 5: Oliver
Rummaging through my closet for a shirt for Claire to wear until I could get her something more fitting to wear, I thought back to all those times I had seen Claire I my shop or around town and wondered how I hadn't known?
Mating was the most precious gifts a vampire could gain over the long lonely years, I had searched for my mate since learning that out there somewhere in the world my other half was out there and here she was, in my home…. naked wet.
Closing my eyes, I forced my inner beast back into its cage and reminded it that if we scared out mate, we would end up losing her. That seemed to temper the beast for the time being and reaching up I pulled out one of my favorite dress shirts that I had specially tailored for me and that fit me perfectly, but on Claire would cover everything that she would want to be covered.
Setting out on the bed, I quickly left the room and made my way down to my study were Myrnin sat waiting drinking a glass of brandy.
"Making yourself at home are we?" I asked and eyebrow raised.
Myrnin simply ignored me, and finished off the expensive liquor before pouring another glass.
"What are we going to do about the boy?" He asked and sounded saner then I had ever heard him.
"Our mate has first rights to punishment." I said and picking up a crystal glass and taking the bottle of brandy and poured myself a healthy amount into the glass.
"You know as well as I, that she will be lenient towards him." Myrnin snarled and heard the glass starting to crack from the force of his grip.
"Don't break the glass Myrnin, the set is almost over a hundred years old and one of my favorites." I said blandly.
Myrnin set the glass down with an angry thump.
"I will not allow that boy to get away with his crimes." He hissed and I calmly raised an eyebrow at him as his eyes turned red and his beast stared out at me.
"What will you do?" I asked calmly. "Will you deny our mate the right to claim vengeance against the one who almost ended her life, the one who abused her and did god only knows what else. Will you really take away any more choices from her?"
And just like that Myrnin's beast retreated from his eyes and was replaced with a look of pain across his face, and I realized that Mynin had loved our mate since the very beginning but instead of pursuing her, had chosen instead to step back and let her be happy with the man she had chosen.
"We must except whatever punishment our mate choses…this is her choice." I said and finished off my drink.