Chasing Freedom (Book 2)

Chapter Thirty-Three: Waiting To Die (Aidenn)

Chapter Thirty-Three: Waiting To Die (AIDENN)

Devlin, I think as we walk further into the room, looked exactly how I expected an original immortal to look; old despite his never aging face that appeared wise from centuries of past mistakes, always dressed to kill in a crisp suit, a certain authority in his dark eyes and an emotionless face that dared no one to oppose.

"You're late, Jackson" is the first thing he sees once he spots us with a thick, deep voice, his words directed to the person standing beside me, now known as Jackson.

I fight the urge to shrink back, but Jackson just stands there, his tone matching Devlin's as he shrugs and says, "you know how they are; always asking questions that slow you down."

I glare at the side of his head, biting back words that wanted to say maybe if he answered my questions when I asked them, we wouldn't have been so slow getting here.

Devlin stares at him pointedly for a moment and Jackson all but sighs in relief when he directs his attention towards me, "Aidenn Futurm, isn't it?"

I don't nod my head or respond; his tone implied he knew already, and that he didn't need my clarification.

"You hold your head with confidence," he points out, "everything about seems to be laced in arrogance, something Katherine would be proud of, I'm sure."

My eyebrow rises: Katherine?

He seems to notice my confusion and chuckles in response, "one of your ancestors. She was the first foreseer to also become immortal; one of us."

"You talk fondly of her," I observe.

"Me?" He scoffs and then chuckles, "no, I never liked her. Although she spent much of her immortal life as my lover, I'm in the reason she's dead. No hard feelings really, she just grew to annoy me after a couple of centuries."

I slit my eyes in response; there isn't anything I could have said.

If she was dead, what point was there in me dwelling on a person I'd never meet?

"How can I be at your services?" I ask bitterly.

He sighs in disgust and shakes his head, "You Futurm's; never knowing when to keep your mouth shut, I see it runs in the family."

I smirk in response and a few beats pass in uncomfortable silence, then he speaks again, his hands crossed behind his back. "You're here because you are the offspring of one of the best foreseer-immortals in the world, and frankly, know nothing about your kind. Our rates are decreasing and in a couple months time, we'll be wiped out completely. Evil is ready to strike, and you have to be ready."

"Evil?" I repeat, my face etched in confusion, because Devlin spoke of the word as if it were more than just a word, as if it were a person.

"Our creator, you foolish boy," he snaps. "He who created us will be who destroys us. Do you not know of him?"

I shake my head warily, my eyes squinted as I try to figure out who he's talking about.

He laughs harshly, "of course you don't, which is quite ironic considering he walks among you."

Devlin shakes his head in disgust, "what good are you to me, training to fight when you don't even know who you're fighting against."

"What did you expect?" I spit, "capture me, train me and then send me out there all by myself; like that would ever work."