Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
“Theo, I heard you were coming to visit today, did you bring them?” He asks, his voice sounds really squeaky, kind of like listening to a mouse. He kind of reminds me of Golem from the Lord of the Rings, except he is dressed like a butler.
“Yep, sure did. Did mom and dad already head to the chambers?” He says, pulling a paper bag out of his pocket.
The elf looks inside before pulling out some stringy, red liquorice. The very moment, he grabs one and bites a piece off with his sharp looking teeth. “Yep, they are inside already, this must be your mate. Nice to meet you, Imogen, I am Percy,” he says, holding his hand out which is the size of a small child’s but with long sharp looking nails.
I shake his hand, wondering how he knows my name.
“Josiah told me about you, you’re much prettier than I thought,” he says with a wink, answering the question I’m thinking.
I smile, I like him already. He shoves the doors open. It opens up to a huge square room before we walk directly across to another set of doors. Theo opens them before placing his hand on my lower back. “Don’t freak out and whatever you do, don’t stare, it will be awkward,” he says.
I wonder what he means. I don’t have to wait long to find out though, stepping through the door, we are in some sort of quadrangle. The place is bustling with people and creatures I have only read about in fairy tales. Shops and buildings along every side, the place is like a little town. I can’t help but stare when a centaur walks past me. A fucking centaur.
“You’re staring,” says Theo, whispering in my ear.
“How the hell does he hide in the human world?” I ask, not being able to believe my own eyes.
“He doesn’t, his name is Bruno and he lives permanently here at court. He is the last of his kind.” Theo answers.
Maybe there really was something in that coffee, or maybe my mind conjured up this delusion, or I’m dreaming. None of this makes sense; first, an elf creature, now a centaur. Is every mythical creature real?
“Not all, just some, where do you think the stories come from? Humans aren’t that imaginative to come up with that stuff on their own. There is always a little truth to legend,” Theo says, answering my thoughts.
I drag my eyes away from the half donkey looking man. Theo’s hand on my lower back pushes me along, seeing as my feet just aren’t cooperating. When we are halfway through the quad, I start really looking around. I feel Tobias grab my hand before bending slightly blocking my view. “What are you looking for?” He asks, an amused look on his face as I stare at all the people, and half peoples roaming around.
“I figured since all these exist that I should make sure jebus isn’t here too. I might need to ask for forgiveness since every other mythical creature exists, I am assuming he does too and need to make sure I cover all my bases if I’m gonna die.” I say, looking past him and searching the faces of the many people passing by.
I hear Theo chuckle. “Ask forgiveness for what? And just so you know, Jesus or jebus as you like to call him is human, not a supernatural creature.”
“What, so he does exist?” I question. Shit, I’m going to hell for being an adulterer.
I hear Theo chuckle, obviously reading my thoughts. “Human, not supernatural, Imogen, and he is just some man someone wrote a story about, doesn’t mean what they wrote is real or not real, people just needed to believe in something bigger than themselves to help them sleep better at night.”
Tobias and Theo both find my shock at this place amusing. We walk for a few minutes, finally coming to the biggest building in the quad. It kind of resembles a sandstone courthouse. It is a huge imposing building with guards out the front that I can tell are vampires by their red eyes and godly looks. We march up the steps and walk inside. Caroline and Josiah are inside, waiting patiently on some red velvet seats.
Caroline stands up and walks over, giving me a hug. “We have registered that we are here, so we shouldn’t have to wait long,” she says.
I sit next to her; this room is some kind of waiting area, lined with seats and pictures on the wall of scary looking men and women, who definitely aren’t human. The huge paintings and photos lead up a huge corridor with doors running off each side.
I sit nervously twiddling my thumbs when Tobias places his hand over mine, covering my shaking hands. I instantly calm down, the heat of his skin is soothing.
Suddenly, a tall woman in a black dress that reaches the floor walks out, her red eyes indicate she is another vampire, her eyes roam over all of us, before settling on Tobias and Theo.
“Alaric will see you three now,” she says, brushing her long, black hair over her shoulder and turning her back on us. Tobias pulls me up from my seat and suddenly, my mouth goes dry. We walk up the long corridor to the last door, he opens it and steps aside allowing us to enter.
I walk in after Tobias and Theo, a man is sitting behind a huge desk, wearing a suit. He looks up as we enter. “Tobias, Theo,” he says, standing up and walking around his desk. He shakes their hands before turning to me.
“You must be the human woman, Imogen,” he says. I can hear the distaste in his mouth as he looks at me before escorting us over to some chairs and a table on the other side of the room. The room is full of bookshelves and old looking scrolls dumped on different surfaces, the walls covered in old painted portraits. A portrait of the man from the photograph Josiah found is hanging above the fireplace. Only he doesn’t look like the same man from the photo, he looks demonic, with his red eyes he looks slightly crazed, the perfect predator, the sort of man you wouldn’t want to bump into on a night down a dark alley. I swallow and freeze, staring up at the picture.
Theo suddenly pulls me down on the soft gray armchair that is behind me.
The man, Alaric, looks over his shoulder at the painting I’m so engrossed in before he growls, snapping my attention back to him. “Sorry,” I whisper.
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