I've Been Waiting For You

Chapter 82

"I've never heard my son speak in that tone of voice." Sarah said taking the phone from Markus.

"What tone of voice?" Markus ran a hand through his hair then got up from the chair. He glanced at the blank screen for a second time. He didn't realized his phone battery had died. The ripple at the door probably had fried the battery.

"Possessive."

  He even acts that way.

"I'm going to head out. Mitchell is waiting on me."

"Don't tell him anything."

  Markus's hand paused on the doorknob. "You need to tell him before he finds out that you've been keeping secrets from him."

"I will."

  He opened the door and left her office, quietly closing the door behind him.

  Keeping his eyes straight ahead, he walked down the row of desks to the elevator. He was almost to the elevator when he sensed someone walking toward him.

  Markus spun around to find a woman in her early twenties standing there, fingers fidgeting.

"Can I help you?"

"You need to be careful." She kept glancing around even though they were alone. Then he realized she was doing that to avoid looking at him.

  Why was she telling him to be careful?

"Do you know me?"

"I was a few years ahead of you in high school." She told him but her eyes were staring over his shoulder.

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

"Your scent is really strong?"

  Oh...he should find some way of masking his scent if it was affecting everyone around him.

  He spotted the tattoo on the inside of her forearm. It was a drawing of a Banshee. Markus peered down at her.

"Are you a Banshee?"

  Her gaze swung to his, her eyes the color of light purple. Her hands flitted to her neck nervously. "Don't tell anyone. I just found out myself."

"It's fine. I won't say anything." He took her hand, pulling her to another corner. "Why do I need to be careful?"

"There's something after you."

  Markus stared at her. "How do you know this?"

"I'm able to foretell of any impending death." Her small hands gripped his larger ones. "They call it Death Precognition. I can't see anything except you and that's never a good thing."

"What do you mean?"

"In my dreams I see you tied to a chair in a dark room but before I can warn you, I wake up."

"Do you know when it will happen?"

"No, I don't know."

"Keep this to yourself."

"We should find a way to prevent your death."

"There must be a very good reason why I was tied to that chair. Don't tell anyone what you just told me."

"I can't let you die."

"Why? You don't even know me."

"That's not important right now."

  Markus smiled at her. "What's your name?"

  She blinked at him in surprise at his question. "Uh...Valeria."

"Valeria, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, anything."

"Keep this to yourself. I don't want my parents or anyone finding out."

"What if you...?"

"Nothing is going to happen."

  She bit her lips, indecision on her face. He waited for her to make a decision. Valeria let out a sigh then nodded her head. "I won't say anything for now. But if I find a way to save you, I won't keep quiet about it."

  Aaron gave her nod in understanding. Were all females so protective?

"Listen, why don't you come to my birthday party?"

"When is your party?"

"It's Wednesday. Let me have your number then I'll text you my address."

"Why are you trusting me so easily? I could be lying to you about everything."

  Aaron reached out, gripping her hands tightly, as he stared deep in her eyes. His hazel eyes flashed dangerously, his pupils turning red.

  Valeria gasped and took a step backward but Markus refused to let her go. He had to be sure that he wasn't letting anything cloud his judgment. Markus released his hold when he was satisfied with what he saw. His eyes returned to normal and he took a step back.

"What did you just do?"

"Just know that I saw your Aura. Give me your number." Valeria quickly rattled off her number.

"You can read Auras?" Her voice was filled with awe.

"I'll see you Wednesday."

"Take care of yourself, Markus."

"You too, Valeria." Even as he entered the elevator, he was aware of her still watching him. The door closed, leaving him alone in elevator car.

  Was he really going to die? Could he do anything to prevent his death?