never-ending erection when it came to dreaming about her .
Chapter 5
The phone in Jesminda’s hand startled her as she made her way through the front door of the office building. The building was tall and unassuming. There were no markers to identify she was in the right place. The man on the phone had just given her the building number and cross streets. She was finally t aking steps to get her freedom back. She could have stayed, watched all those people fall under the power of Marcus’s thumb. But what kind of person would that make her? She valued life, and didn’t want to see it destroyed, even if they were vampires. Jes palmed her phone in her left hand while adjusting the strap to her purse with the other. Coming here was the right thing to do.
“Yeah, baby.” She answered on the second vibrate she knew it wouldn’t be long before her daughter Faith phoned her again.
“Mommy, mommy! Auntie Bells is making sweet tea! I love sweet tea so much!” Her daughter sang into her ear.
She smiled; glad Faith was in a suitable place and safe from danger. Safe from Marcus. That would only last so long before he went in search of her friend. She hadn’t spoken to Bells in over three years. She was thankful she still had a friend to turn to. She’d followed in her mother’s footsteps and become a statue of unfeeling emotions. She’d met Marcus on the plane back from Beliz e. Had known his family was wealthy and owned the entire island of Caye Chapel. They had cornered the market in building vacation homes and later selling them for millions. He had let Bells come around for the first couple of years. After a while, he’d told her Bells wasn’t a loyal friend to her or her daughter. She hadn’t even put up a fight, not because it was true, but because she wanted her friend out of harm’s way.
Bells was a shifter from House Phoenix. She hadn’t known at first, but after the first year of Faith’s birth and the entire debacle back at Odessa’s, she’d come clean. Immortals were a secret to humankind, most of humankind anyway. And it was meant to stay that way indefinitely. Otherwise, the governments would try and control them. They’d signed a treaty and rules were rules. They were even trying to enact a secret law where immortals would have to register so the government could keep tabs on them and what they were d oing. Bells explained all the H ouses agreed against the ruling and this was how t he Shadow Unit s came about. Policing their kind and along the way helping the government as best they could with new medicines and some forms of magic. They didn’t share all their secrets but just enough to be trusted and to ma ke the governments comfortable.
The fact you were born immortal and never made one didn’t rest well with the government at all. It made a lot of sense t hat they would try and harness i mmortal genetics for themselves. But finding out they couldn’t caused a rife between the Houses and the Governments, and still i mmortals were willing to help out anyway they were able .
Seeing that Faith was an immortal herself was what gave Bells the reason to come clean in the first place. It hadn’t been too big of a shock to her. She knew her daughter was different the moment she held her in her arms. Her beautiful little girl had tiny claws for fingernails and incisors that would put knives to sha me. It explained more things tha n she cared to remember. Cyrian and his private parties. Marcus and his gloating on how he knew Immortals were real. He’d told her after three months of dating they existed. She should have seen that as a stop sign then, his family practiced Obeah. Half the populations in Belize were f irm believers in Obeah’s . The firm practice of their Caribbean and West Indian culture . It’d migrated from West Africa. Her mother shunned all those who were into the sorcery and magic’s, but her father had embraced it. She just hadn’t believed until her best friend of
Chapter 5
The phone in Jesminda’s hand startled her as she made her way through the front door of the office building. The building was tall and unassuming. There were no markers to identify she was in the right place. The man on the phone had just given her the building number and cross streets. She was finally t aking steps to get her freedom back. She could have stayed, watched all those people fall under the power of Marcus’s thumb. But what kind of person would that make her? She valued life, and didn’t want to see it destroyed, even if they were vampires. Jes palmed her phone in her left hand while adjusting the strap to her purse with the other. Coming here was the right thing to do.
“Yeah, baby.” She answered on the second vibrate she knew it wouldn’t be long before her daughter Faith phoned her again.
“Mommy, mommy! Auntie Bells is making sweet tea! I love sweet tea so much!” Her daughter sang into her ear.
She smiled; glad Faith was in a suitable place and safe from danger. Safe from Marcus. That would only last so long before he went in search of her friend. She hadn’t spoken to Bells in over three years. She was thankful she still had a friend to turn to. She’d followed in her mother’s footsteps and become a statue of unfeeling emotions. She’d met Marcus on the plane back from Beliz e. Had known his family was wealthy and owned the entire island of Caye Chapel. They had cornered the market in building vacation homes and later selling them for millions. He had let Bells come around for the first couple of years. After a while, he’d told her Bells wasn’t a loyal friend to her or her daughter. She hadn’t even put up a fight, not because it was true, but because she wanted her friend out of harm’s way.
Bells was a shifter from House Phoenix. She hadn’t known at first, but after the first year of Faith’s birth and the entire debacle back at Odessa’s, she’d come clean. Immortals were a secret to humankind, most of humankind anyway. And it was meant to stay that way indefinitely. Otherwise, the governments would try and control them. They’d signed a treaty and rules were rules. They were even trying to enact a secret law where immortals would have to register so the government could keep tabs on them and what they were d oing. Bells explained all the H ouses agreed against the ruling and this was how t he Shadow Unit s came about. Policing their kind and along the way helping the government as best they could with new medicines and some forms of magic. They didn’t share all their secrets but just enough to be trusted and to ma ke the governments comfortable.
The fact you were born immortal and never made one didn’t rest well with the government at all. It made a lot of sense t hat they would try and harness i mmortal genetics for themselves. But finding out they couldn’t caused a rife between the Houses and the Governments, and still i mmortals were willing to help out anyway they were able .
Seeing that Faith was an immortal herself was what gave Bells the reason to come clean in the first place. It hadn’t been too big of a shock to her. She knew her daughter was different the moment she held her in her arms. Her beautiful little girl had tiny claws for fingernails and incisors that would put knives to sha me. It explained more things tha n she cared to remember. Cyrian and his private parties. Marcus and his gloating on how he knew Immortals were real. He’d told her after three months of dating they existed. She should have seen that as a stop sign then, his family practiced Obeah. Half the populations in Belize were f irm believers in Obeah’s . The firm practice of their Caribbean and West Indian culture . It’d migrated from West Africa. Her mother shunned all those who were into the sorcery and magic’s, but her father had embraced it. She just hadn’t believed until her best friend of
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