An Unacceptable Mate

Chapter Ten

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    "No," Matt repeated for the hundredth time, hands on either side of me. His glare was fixed on Acera who leant casually against a black counter. This plane had a damn kitchen and yet again, the pureblood owned it.

  "Just a week, at most," my mate assured, trying to keep his expression light but where his eyes nearly rolled every time Matt refused.

    "Have you any idea how dangerous it is for Charlie to be seen in public with...a vampire?" Matt spat. "What if one of your kind is lurking around Venice and decide to, oh I don't know, kill Charlie? Doesn't her life concern you in the slightest?"

As much as I loved Matt – like my own, long lost brother – his protective, testosterone-heavy side sometimes got a tad on the irritating side.

Acera stiffened. "I care very much for Charlie's life. But trust me, Matt, the house I have selected in Venice is certainly suitable for us. Also, we will have some company."

My ears perked up, skin crawling uncertainly. "Vampires or humans?"

He smiled faintly, amber eyes carefully absorbing my alertness. "A bit of both. You'll both be able to see that the two kinds are able to live in harmony with one another."

You were already leading me to believe that, Acera, I thought in the back of my mind.

        "For the last freaking time, I said..." Matt shouted.

My fist stung barely at all, but Matt's jaw was fat and purple. He shot me an accusing stare in the back of the slick, red Ferrari several times. Acera was in the front, driving without his eyes on the road, gazing out into the forest.

When was the last time he'd fed? Was he keeping his health in check as well as mine?

Oh no, I sounded like I cared.

Giving myself a shake to rid myself of this concern, I decided to apologise once to Matt for punching him in the face and then studied the rising sun making its famous appearance. When its yellow fingers spread over the fields and reached through the window to me, a smile formed on my lips.

Britain just didn't see the sun like this; barely saw it at all.

Acera really knew which locations to go for to impress me and when I turned back round to face the front, I caught his eye in the rear mirror. He had been watching me, amber orbs more beautiful today than I'd ever seen them. My cheeks burned, eyes hurriedly finding somewhere else to look.

Why did that make me feel so good? So flustered? Was I losing my sanity to this uniquely immaculate vampire? God save me if I even considered feelings other than hatred towards a vampire.

The car moved like it was floating over the ground, engine barely humming. There was soft music drifting from the speakers, so soft that I was sent off to sleep.

At first, it was nothing – just one of those dreamless, unconscious sleeps – and then the temperature started to increase. The most peculiar thing was that only certain parts of me started to heat up the most, while others gradually succumbed to it. When I tried to open my eyes, they were forced down, like a dream you couldn't wake up from.

    "Not long now, Charlie," someone whispered into my ear, hot breath oddly electrifying. "Then we can see what it will really be like to feel each other."