Whispers of Hope- Book # 3 (Mated Hearts Series) Complete

Chapter 31 (Marissa)

"Whispers of Hope"

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Chapter 31 (Marissa)

Zack and I stepped off the plane hand in hand.  I walked gingerly with my injuries by his side and held my head high.   I was not happy about being here, not with so much on the line, but it seemed as if I had no choice in the matter.  Both Zach and my father had deemed this trip necessary and their word was law.

Walking through the airport, I looked up at my mother who seemed subdued with all the new information she had learned.  Zach had explained that my father had a long conversation with her about what we were and what was happening. 

Strangely enough, before we left, mom simply kissed me on the forehead and smiled up at me saying, "Don't worry baby.  Everything is going to be okay. You'll see".

We stepped out of the airport and everything swarmed me at once.  The sounds, the smells, the lights; everything was so different from Florida.  So much more alive, invigorating.  It was a shock to my system that I had not been expecting

"How you doing?" Zach whispered in my ear as we stood along the sidewalk waiting for the car that dad had rented earlier.

I looked up at him and his bright blue eyes bore down into me.  Nothing but love shone in those beautiful sapphire eyes staring back at me and it made my heart clench to know what laid ahead for us.

A Machto.  A fight to the death.  A fight that would ultimately decide my future.

Zach squeezed my hand and I forced smile on my face for him.  I loved this man with every thread of my being and to think that in just a few short hours that I could possibly lose him was weighing heavily on my heart.  What would I do if something happened to him?

I already knew the answer to that question.  If Zach dies, I die too, taking our child with us.  No ifs, and's or buts about it.  I would not mate with Sergio.

"Marissa?"

I leaned in without preamble and brushed a soft  kiss to his lips.  Pulling back he was grinning back at me and I told him, "I'm okay, considering" and shrugged my shoulders before adding, "I would be much better if we were back at home in bed together waiting for the sun to rise."

His smile waivered a little before he caught himself and brought his hand up to my cheek.  That small touch was featherlight, but I felt it deep it deep in my bones.  It was like a hot brand, searing into me, marking me  as his in the most elemental of ways.  "I would love nothing more than to do just that babe and after tomorrow I promise you," he said and took my chin in his hands, holding my stare captive with his mesmerizing eyes, "I promise you Marissa that we will be doing just that.  morning after morning, day after day, we will wake up and share the sun rise for as long as the Moon goddess grants us life."

The rigid set of his body and the determination written all over his face told me that he truly believed that.  I wanted to believe that too.  God, how I wanted to believe those words but the simple problem of the matter was that there was always the unknown.  In this case the unknown could prove to be fatal and I could not let myself forget that.