Exile Empire, Exile The Second

Chapter 13 - Kairos

We spent the rest of the afternoon going over the Society and what they expected of me.

And trying plate after plate of poutine, it turned out my mate was all over it.

His enthusiasm while eating was only matched by his enthusiasm feeding me french fries, to the point that I started to wonder if it was a kink I'd never heard of.

Fryophilia or some shit.

I was sure there was already a website devoted to it, so there'd be no point trying to capitalize on his joy of food, but it was a little catchy and the longer I was in his presence, the happier I felt about the world in general.

It turned out the Society wasn't as organized as they appeared from the outside. Nothing ever was. No government or corporation ran efficiently once you started adding people to the mix. We were doomed to screw things up, even if we had magic behind us. In fact, one might argue that we were inherently more doomed to fuck it up with magic at our disposal.

My brain started to hurt from information overload between Sorin and Missy barking at me with information and facts about magic like I was supposed to learn it all overnight.

"Okay, okay," I said a couple hours into it. I held my hand up and rubbed my temple, as if to drive the pain out. "So the Society isn't going to actually send us any back up, but they are demanding that we rid the world of these demon girls. My sister included."

"Your sister is the feature," Missy said enthusiastically. "Especially now that she's struck out at you in public, out in the open like that. That's a massive no-no from where we're standing."

"Protect the people," I said, repeating the Society's motto. "Protegus populi."

"Exactly," Missy said. "Keep them from knowing how much magic runs the world. It clashes with technology and would lead to chaos. Besides, can you imagine trying to cram magic into the capitalist machine? It'd be a disaster."

"I can see it now, Walmart brand magic power ups along with Costco sized spell books," I laughed. "Imagine what the branding masters would do with it."

"It would be horrible. Can you see the late night infomercials? Because I can," she snorted, covering her mouth as she giggled.

Sorin watched us talking, looking back and forth as we lobbed ideas from one to the other. He seemed to be spectating a tennis match, back and forth, back and forth.

"I don't know this Costco," he said, knitting his brows together. "Is this a big store?"

"It's a gigantic store with huge sizes of everything," I said, leaning against him in an unexpected moment of cuteness. "You might say you're Costco sized."

He smiled at that and appeared pretty pleased with himself. I guess a wolf was much like a dog; he appreciated my attention however he could get it.

And fuck, that magic flared every time I touched him. It felt like I could ride him anywhere if I let myself go. If I fell into the punch drunk love sensation of bonding spells.

I couldn't. I had to focus. I'd fuck my worries away with Sorin, but when we finally dragged our asses out of bed, we'd still have these problems waiting for us.

"I'll bet he's Costco sized all over," Missy said, dropping back into her former lascivious self. It irked me. Fuck. No. I mean let's be honest here, you know it more than irked me.

It fucking pissed me off when she looked at him like that. I had let my guard down with her in the past couple hours and thought we had an understanding. Sorin was mine, all mine, even if I wasn't ready to bond mate with him. Even if I didn't even fully understand what it all meant.