Chasing Demons (Book 2) Rated R

Chapter 3

Surprisingly, I made my first friend at the defender consulate.

Her name was Raven, and she was a faerie, reader hybrid. In fact, all four of the other hybrids seeking refuge here were half reader and half faerie.

A relationship between a faerie and a soulsucker was unheard of, taboo even and as such, I learned that this made me the rarest of the bunch.

And each hybrid was assigned a Defender coach. Hence why I'd thought there were a lot more of them when I'd first seen them practicing out on the field.

Naturally, my assigned coach had been Damian but today he'd been called away on important business.

In his place stood a man named Matt. He wore glasses that hung low on the bridge of his nose and he had brown eyes with shoulder length, curly, brown hair.

He was nice. Perhaps a little too nice.

During the first few hours of training, I often caught him staring at me only to turn a bright shade of red when discovered.

I found it cute, in the way puppies were cute.

A nice boy like him, I thought. Why couldn't I love a nice boy like him?

"Because we're all stupidly attracted to the bad boys." A girl said to my left.

"Excuse me?" I said, glancing at her as she wrapped a bandage around her wrist.

If she'd read my mind, it made no sense cause she wasn't even on my radar of people to think about.

What in the actual fuck crackers?

"Sorry, I forget we're not supposed to do that to the new refugees. Read their minds and stuff. Something about it being rude."

My mouth opened and closed, confused.

"Great, I've offended you." She said when I just stood there.

"No. I mean, it's just that I wasn't thinking about you. How did you do that?"

She shrugged, her fire engine red hair bouncing against her shoulder.

"We can read minds in a way that readers cannot. Annoying huh? But don't worry, it's a lot easier to kick us out than it is to kick out a pure blooded Reader."

I remembered what Christian had told me about his kind when I insisted that he must know everything about me because he could read my mind.

Well that's not how it works darling, he'd said. I can only hear your thoughts when you think about me.

"How do I kick you out? What's the trick?" I asked, quickly. There was no damn way I want any of these people inside my mind.

"Course not," She said, with a grin. "Because then they'd see that handsome vampire you can't stop thinking about. Though I still can't figure out what he did to hurt you. You don't think about it much."

"I try not to." I muttered. "What will it take for you to teach me?" I asked, gripping her arm.

"Easy, firecracker. I don't need much convincing. For one I have to be standing really close to you to do it so don't let anyone near you. Not that you look very approachable." She said with a grin.

"That makes two of us," I responded, with a laugh.

"The smaller the circle, the less drama, am I right?"

"If you're looking for less drama, you are talking to the wrong person, girl" I said. "I'm a drama magnet. Though not intentionally."

"But you're not fake." She said, with a shrug. "I can tell when someone is fake."