into them and rearranged himself in front before pulling his t-shirt over. When she turned back, she had to bite back a laugh as they fit him like Lycra. They stopped half way up his calves but it was better than keep getting and eyeful every time his t-shirt rose slightly.
"Come on," he said holding out his hand, giving his fingers a wiggle as he waited for her to comply.
"I'm capable of taking myself to a hotel."
"You are coming next door with me."
"No, I'm not."
"I'm not arguing with you," he said then just scooped her up off the floor and threw her over his shoulder as he headed out of her bedroom. He stopped near the door as he spotted something sticking out from under her bed. Going back in he bent to retrieve the floppy bedraggled rabbit teddy and tucked it in his pocket. Maya bounced on his shoulder as he jogged down the stairs, her stomach complaining about the abuse. He pulled her keys off the hook beside the door and then locked up behind them, before walking next door with her. Wrapping a hand over the back of her thighs as he opened his door, he kicked it closed behind them, sliding the bolt home before heading into the front room.
"But you said Bink's and Sam went looking for the shifters, how will they know how to find me?"
"They'll just follow your scent." Maya wrinkled her nose at that, then frowned as she realised they too must be shifters. Why hadn't she picked up on that?
"We're not all psycho's or rogues you know. Some of us go through life minding our own business and only fighting in defence. We don't all get a kick out of hurting people, you are judging us all - including yourself, on the actions of a few. That isn't fare Maya." She opened and then closed her mouth as she sat there on the black leather chair he'd dropped her on. He moved to the front window and shoved the curtain to one side so he could see up and down the street outside.
Maya had never thought about it before, she obviously knew there were shifters I mean her psycho, murdering father was one. She'd just never associated it with others, including herself and did that mean her mother was also a shifter?
"Not necessarily. From what I remember, my father said the female doesn't have to be a shifter to be our mate. Although if the binding ceremony is carried out followed by the bonding, she should then be able to shift." She looked at him and he sighed running a hand around his neck then walked towards her, dropping into the seat opposite.
"I'll be honest here, Maya, I don't know an awful lot about our kind. I've been on my own since I was 15-years old when my family were murdered." She gasped her eyes jumping to his face.
"Yeah the dream, those were my memories you've been seeing not yours. Not a nightmare, well, yes it was a nightmare for me at the time, but in the literal sense."
"Your brother was just a baby, oh god Jaden, I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault, and it was a long time ago." He shrugged and she frowned looking at him, her eyes roaming over his face and fit body.
"You can't be more than about 30-years old at the most?" and he snorted.
"We're immortal Maya, once we hit our peak we stay that way. I'm now over 200-years old, so that memory was nearly 190-years ago." He explained quietly, watching her eyes grow round, and her head begin to shake from side to side in disbelief. "Trust me, I've seen a lot of changes and not all for the good. While technology may be convenient, it now also poses a threat to our kind, too many cameras and phones around that can capture evidence. Most think it's a conspiracy theory or a hoax if they see a picture, but others are more open to the possibility. They can be the dangerous ones, they ask questions and put us at risk by trying to hunt and trap us. They always want answers of how we came to be?" his mouth pursed at the thought.
"Have you been hunted then?" Maya asked, trying to get her head around everything he was telling