His Miracle Mate: Rise of the Moon Children

Chapter 43

Sam's POV

Watching two new-found mates make googly eyes at each other all day long wasn't an ideal way to spend my time.

But alas, I was stuck with babysitting duty.

They thought Jun was too dangerous to leave alone with Haley. The thing is, the bastard was too damn strong. If he really wanted to hurt us, he would've, especially now that his magic had made a full recovery.

Of course, it wouldn't be easy, and I would make him pay, but we would still be hurt.

Still, that handsome bastard looked like he'd rather eat his balls than hurt a hair on Haley's head.

"Breakfast for two," I said, walking into the hotel suite with a trolley of food for the two lovebirds. Room service delivered our food so that I wouldn't have to leave them alone.

Our suite had two rooms, a living room with a flat screen and a piano, for whatever reason, and a small office space. Bright sunlight filtered in through the sheer drapes of the balcony doors, lending the earthy tones of the suite a golden glow.

Jun stood by the balcony doors, making a good show of pretending to peek outside. But his eyes kept flickering to where Haley was curled in a corner of the brown couch, a tablet in her lap, her white skirt pooled around her like fresh snow.

"Finally," Haley put her tablet aside and scooted forward, eyeing the breakfast spread like a hungry wolf. Jun sat down next to her, too close for Haley's liking if her glare was any indication.

She ignored him, snatched a plate of sliced fruits and started picking up the blueberries and popping them in her mouth like popcorn.

Jun ate one blueberry and watched Haley with an amused glint in his eyes. He looked so much better already. He'd filled out since we stopped dosing him with silver, and his eyes no longer seemed carved with shadows. His clothes were clean, and he smelled nicer than the sweaty, silver-stinking mess he'd been. Haley must have a pretty hard time staying away from him.

"So, Jun. How do you like your new found freedom?" I asked, leaning back in my arm chair. My own breakfast was chilling in the fridge. I better not forget any bag of blood in the fridge when we leave, or the hotel staff would be freaked out.

"Great. Hoping it lasts," he drawled, spearing a piece of peach and bringing it to his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, then nodded to himself and ate the rest of it.

"As long as you don't do anything stupid, it'll last," Haley said, polishing the last of the blueberries.

Jun smirked, putting down his half-eaten bowl of fruits. On which only blueberries were left. "The problem is my definition of stupid and yours are probably not the same, so..."

"Well, you better adjust then," Haley grumbled. She eyed Jun's discarded bowl of fruit. "You don't like blueberries?"

"Not much. Help yourself," he said, watching Haley grab the bowl of fruit with a delighted little grin. Aw, he'd left her the blueberries. How cute.

"If your taste of food is anything to go by, then we really won't get along," she said around a mouthful of blueberries.

Jun buttered up some toast, a smirk playing on his lips. "I doubt that."

I let them eat for a few peaceful minutes before asking. "Why don't you tell us about the blood child?"

Jun's hand paused a fraction of a second before he shrugged and took a bite of his toast. He chewed slowly. I waited patiently. I'd been alive for centuries, so he wouldn't win any patience games with me.