The Devil in Me

The Devil in Me Ch. 8

Chapter Eight:

Noah:

Monday already?

Was it just me, or did the weekend fly by?

I felt myself frown as I stood outside of my room, deciding what it was exactly that I wanted to do.

Do I eat here? Or do I get out of here and eat something?

Baird had promised that I would be free of the program until Thursday. So, I feel I should take full advantage of that.
I was stopped short on my way out of the building.

Baird stood in front of me, and I could see in his face that he had something serious to say to me.

Don't be what I think it is.

"I'm afraid your request out of the program was denied," Baird stated.

I knew that it would be. I just hoped that it would take a little longer to decide.

My gaze dropped to my feet, before looking back up to meet his eyes.

"Is that all?" I asked.

His lips tightened into a thin line.

"Baird," I said low "Tell me you aren't serious."

"I tried to put it off," he said, "But I am afraid Mr. Olsen has argued that you are of age, and should be mated by now."

I knew that I was of age, I just didn't care.

"And with that scare not too long ago," Baird said, "He will not let you out of the program without finding your mate, or you joining the breeding program."

"I wonder how Mr. Olsen would feel if he was told who to fuck and when," I said simply.

Baird only sighed; he was growing accustomed to my short temper as of late. I only wished that I wouldn't feel as angry as I have been. This program just rubbed me the wrong way.

"There is still hope for you, Noah," Baird said, "You never know what might happen."

I didn't want to look at him, I just wanted to leave.

"You'll never guess who had a reaction to one of our volunteers," he said low.

Wait... so somebody actually had a reaction?

"What kind of reaction?" I asked.

"The kind only a mate can induce."

"Who was it?" I asked.

"The human or the Devil?" Baird asked with a smile forming.

"You already know I probably don't know the human," I said "Who was it? Was it Caleb?"

He shook his head slowly before leaning in just a little "Delaney."

I made an unmistakable face "I wasn't aware that he was in the program at all."

"It seems that Mr. Olsen is not only looking at you," Baird stated, "Devon, however, still seems to be a rare exception."

I didn't have to say it, we both knew why.

Delaney's sister Devon was one of the few of us that didn't have any sexual desire at all. It was strange. She didn't find anyone attractive, and the idea of sex with anyone repulsed her.

Sometimes I wished that I was repulsed at the idea, but I still held out some hope that I would find my mate. On my own time.

"Is his mate a man or a woman?" I asked.