Chapter 26
This meeting was quite different than the last time May had spoken with the New Species present. Jericho hadn't allowed many males to speak with her, Darkness, yes, Justice, yes. But when Snow had appeared; Jericho had stood, his eyes darkening and growled a warning.
"I'll just," Snow said, pointing over his shoulder, "wait outside."
"You do that," Jericho said, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"For what it is worth," Snow said, looking at May, "I am sorry."
"I know," May said quietly, "I understand."
"It is not okay," Jericho growled, "I do not understand. Do not talk to my mate. Leave."
Before they got any further, Justice pushed a piece of paper across the table, "I thought you may like this first," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.
May pulled it closer, "Mating papers?"
Jericho leaned forward, smiling. May looked over at him, his eyes were bright red.
"You're happy?" she asked.
"Very," he replied, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.
Justice pushed a pen over to May, who looked for her name and signed above it.
"Don't you want to read it?" Darkness asked.
May shook her head, "This makes Jericho mine. That's all I need to know."
Jericho's face watched her in such a way that May felt herself warming. She squeezed her thighs together, and she saw Jericho's nostrils flare. She heard a throat clear, and she looked embarrassed over to the other males, who, she realized, could also smell her arousal.
"Sorry," she whispered, covering her face while handing the pen to Jericho.
He pulled her hand away, and leaned over, gently kissing her. He wrote his name quickly and handed the pen back to Justice.
"So May, tell us how you met Roger Werner."
May swallowed, "I never met him," she said, "I met Dr. Robert Walker."
She saw Jericho exchange glances with the other males.
"I don't understand," he said, "What do you mean you never met him?"
May took a deep breath, and started telling them what had happened, from being approached at the hospital to speaking with her sister on the phone. As if conjured up by May mentioning her, the door flew open and May's sister appeared. She hissed at the males as they stood, her eyes flying around the room until they landed on May.
"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly, walking over to May and smoothing down her hair. It reminded May of a mother cat, licking the head of her baby, and she smiled,
"I'm fine," she said, "they were asking about Roger Werner."
"You should have told me you were talking to her," her sister scolded, "she is my family. I have a right to be here."
"Our apologies, Hope," Justice said, "since we had already spoken, we didn't want to upset you further."
"Hope?" May asked, "Is that the name you chose? It's beautiful."
Hope nodded, "You gave me hope," she said, "the moment I saw your face and knew you were my family and fighting for me, I thought there was a chance for me."
May felt her throat tighten and she reached out her hand, clasping her sisters until she could pull her forward into an embrace. She felt her sister lay her cheek on her head, and rub against her hair.
"Hey," Jericho said quietly.
Her sister gave a soft chuckle, "Sorry," she apologized. When May pulled back, she saw her sister had a slight blush on her cheeks, and she cocked her head, confused.
"I was putting my scent on you," Hope explained, "and learning yours."
"Aww," May said, making Hope laugh. Hope slung an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into her body.
Jericho gave a little growl.
"This is interesting," Tiger said, "Does Fury attempt to put his scent on you?" he said to Darkness.
"No," Darkness growled, then stopped, "I don't think that he does…" he seemed to think about it before lifting his shirt collar and smelling it.
"Maybe it's a female thing," Tiger said.
"Enough," Jericho said, getting them back on track.
May smiled at him and continued, "Dr. Walker gave me the phone to talk to Hope," she said, "he was the one who let me speak with her."
"That was Werner," Hope interrupted.
May stopped, "He worked at the hospital with me," she whispered, "in the psychiatric department. He said he was a psychologist."
Darkness began typing into a laptop he had, "God damn," he breathed, before turning it around to face them, "Roger Werner," he stated, showing them the staff photo on the hospital website.
"That's him," Hope stated, her face smoothing blankly.
May could almost sense her disquiet, that she was withdrawing into herself. She put her arms around her sister and squeezed her tightly, "It's okay," she told her, "you're safe now."
Hope's arms came up to enfold May, "Thanks to you," she said quietly.
"So how do we get this bastard?" May asked, "What do you need me to do?"