you’re hanging around her after what she’d done to me,” I said to Brayden, shoving him in the chest. He stumbled backwards, tripping over his feet. He latched onto an empty meal cart standing beside the wall, trying to steady himself, not realizing it had wheels. His feet flew out from under him, and his butt smacked the linoleum floor, the cart toppling with a loud bang. Nathan howled with laughter. I bent over, clutching my stomach, busting a gut.
Brayden and I had been BFFs since we were kids, then dated on a steady basis the first two years of high school. I was totally crushed when he moved to California, and I didn’t really get over it until I met Nathan six months ago. I remember when I first saw him, something fluttered in my chest, and we instantly connected. I never had taken much stock in the whole soul mate thing, and I still remained skeptical about it; however, I couldn’t deny the magnetic energy between us. I didn’t fall instantly in love with him, and it wasn’t sexual energy either, although he was frickin’ hot.
Anyway, when my mom died, Brayden went to the funeral, and when he discovered my relationship with Nathan, it pissed him off. I later tried to explain to him I wasn’t infatuated with Nathan, that we had a deep bond. Brayden wouldn’t listen, though, because he believed we were meant for each other. Then to my complete surprise, he was marked for immortality as well, which cemented his belief we were destined to be as one because how weird was that, right? Two people who grew up together being marked for immortality.
But still, I told Brayden I belonged with Nathan and not him. Brayden of course wouldn’t accept it and still believed one day we’d be a couple again.
So now I was annoyed because if he cared so damn much about me, why in the hell was he canoodling with Cassondra in Seattle? Brayden knew she had set Nathan and me up so I would see her kiss Nathan and believe he was cheating on me. She even fed half truths to Brayden about her and Nathan’s relationship back in the 1800s, just so he would tell me, and I’d believe her whole charade. Yet Brayden still remained her friend? I felt betrayed by it and deeply hurt. Laughing at him felt good, though, because it took away the sting.
“You didn’t have to do that Paige.” Brayden pushed himself off the floor and righted the cart.
“I guess I don’t know my own strength.” I shrugged and walked past him.
“Cassie is my mentor, and she’s truly sorry for what she did to you,” Brayden said.
Biting my lip, I kept walking. So he calls her Cassie now. How cozy . That would explain Tree’s mom calling her that.
I wanted to lash out at him right then, so he knew exactly how I felt, and he could see my disappointment in him. It seemed like when he became immortal, not only did he lose his humanity but his sense of reasoning as well. I didn’t understand or like this side of him, which was the same side that became friends with Anwar and possibly Bael and Ayperos.
What was wrong with him?
The waiting room swelled with Carrie’s relatives. I didn’t realize how many she had until now. Like me, she was an only child, but she possessed lots of cousins to make up for no sibling. I’d always envied Carrie for her tight-knit family and now getting a good look at how much they loved her, a part of me wanted to weep. I recognized the feeling all too well. Carrie’s good fortune in the kinfolk department made me feel sorry for myself.
But when Carrie’s six-year-old cousin Molly came running to me with her arms spread wide and a grin on her red lips, the feeling subsided. She jumped up like she always did when she saw me. I lifted her, liking that my immortal strength made it easy. She giggled and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. “I missed you,” she said, looping her arms around my shoulders. She smelled like cherries.
“I missed you, too, my little monkey girl.” I tickled her sides, causing her to
Brayden and I had been BFFs since we were kids, then dated on a steady basis the first two years of high school. I was totally crushed when he moved to California, and I didn’t really get over it until I met Nathan six months ago. I remember when I first saw him, something fluttered in my chest, and we instantly connected. I never had taken much stock in the whole soul mate thing, and I still remained skeptical about it; however, I couldn’t deny the magnetic energy between us. I didn’t fall instantly in love with him, and it wasn’t sexual energy either, although he was frickin’ hot.
Anyway, when my mom died, Brayden went to the funeral, and when he discovered my relationship with Nathan, it pissed him off. I later tried to explain to him I wasn’t infatuated with Nathan, that we had a deep bond. Brayden wouldn’t listen, though, because he believed we were meant for each other. Then to my complete surprise, he was marked for immortality as well, which cemented his belief we were destined to be as one because how weird was that, right? Two people who grew up together being marked for immortality.
But still, I told Brayden I belonged with Nathan and not him. Brayden of course wouldn’t accept it and still believed one day we’d be a couple again.
So now I was annoyed because if he cared so damn much about me, why in the hell was he canoodling with Cassondra in Seattle? Brayden knew she had set Nathan and me up so I would see her kiss Nathan and believe he was cheating on me. She even fed half truths to Brayden about her and Nathan’s relationship back in the 1800s, just so he would tell me, and I’d believe her whole charade. Yet Brayden still remained her friend? I felt betrayed by it and deeply hurt. Laughing at him felt good, though, because it took away the sting.
“You didn’t have to do that Paige.” Brayden pushed himself off the floor and righted the cart.
“I guess I don’t know my own strength.” I shrugged and walked past him.
“Cassie is my mentor, and she’s truly sorry for what she did to you,” Brayden said.
Biting my lip, I kept walking. So he calls her Cassie now. How cozy . That would explain Tree’s mom calling her that.
I wanted to lash out at him right then, so he knew exactly how I felt, and he could see my disappointment in him. It seemed like when he became immortal, not only did he lose his humanity but his sense of reasoning as well. I didn’t understand or like this side of him, which was the same side that became friends with Anwar and possibly Bael and Ayperos.
What was wrong with him?
The waiting room swelled with Carrie’s relatives. I didn’t realize how many she had until now. Like me, she was an only child, but she possessed lots of cousins to make up for no sibling. I’d always envied Carrie for her tight-knit family and now getting a good look at how much they loved her, a part of me wanted to weep. I recognized the feeling all too well. Carrie’s good fortune in the kinfolk department made me feel sorry for myself.
But when Carrie’s six-year-old cousin Molly came running to me with her arms spread wide and a grin on her red lips, the feeling subsided. She jumped up like she always did when she saw me. I lifted her, liking that my immortal strength made it easy. She giggled and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. “I missed you,” she said, looping her arms around my shoulders. She smelled like cherries.
“I missed you, too, my little monkey girl.” I tickled her sides, causing her to
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