His Human Mate

Chapter Nine

Imani

I sat down at the island of the kitchen, glancing over at the window to see the sky growing darker. Looking down at my mug once again, I watched the brown and white colours in the tea merge together as one.

I was still in shock.

They were still here and they knew where I was. I couldn't help but feel the guilt gnawing at my soul as I realised just how much shit I was in. It wasn't just me anymore, Kieran was involved too.

I flinched when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, my head snapping up to see Kieran behind me.

"I..I'm sorry" I mumbled, lowering my gaze. I was scared out of my mind and he could easily sense it.

He carefully took a seat in front of me, pulling me close to him by my chair. Deep down I couldn't help but feel a sudden urge to leap into his arms. I wanted him to hold me close to him, I wanted him.

The warmth of the mug had now evaporated in my hands and I was left with a deep coldness, a reminder of the dire situation I was in.

"Whenever you're ready to talk, I'm here to listen" he said gently. Such a soft alluring tone from a man who looked like he could fold me in half.

I bit down on my bottom lip anxiously. My blood pressure was through the roofs and my heart was still pounding hard in my chest.

I couldn't leave here. Not that I minded, but still.

"Can I stay the night...please" I found the courage to lift my head and look him in the eyes. His gaze was already on me, a yearning look swirling within them.

"Of course" he said. "I'll show you to your room" He stood from his seat, offering me his hand which I took after a moment of hesitation.

It was a blur as he guided me up the winding steps, taking me to the second floor of the mansion. I held on tightly to his hand, not wanting to ever let go.

We passed various halls before finally we stopped at an intersection. We walked down the right of the hall where he pushed open a wide door.

The room was large and filled with warmth in contrast to the dark gloomy house. Everything seemed to be intact despite the fact everything looked old.

"This is your room" he said, allowing me to enter first before he followed behind. "You're free to stay as long as you need. I'll get you some comfortable clothes while you settle down" he finally said before leaving me.

I looked around the room, my hands running gently across the furniture which seemed to have a story of their own. Everything looked ancient and nothing modern like I had expected.

I took a seat at the old vanity, wiping away the dust that had gradually accumulated on the dark surface. I blew gently on the mirror, watching as the dust flew away slowly.

My reflection stared back at me and I was startled by how I appeared. My eyes were bloodshot from crying so hard, the look of fear so apparent it made me wonder if I was truly looking at myself.

My lips were formed into a saddened pout, the thought of smiling seemed almost unimaginable. Not being able to take my appearance any longer, I rose from the seat, making my way to the bed.

It was massive.

It looked like I could fit in the bed at least six times, possibly more if I wanted to hold my legs to my chest. My hands moved to touch the soft duvet which felt like clouds beneath my finger tips.

The room itself smelt like rose water and a sweet lavender.

"Imani.." I jumped in surprise, whirling around to see Kieran leaning against the door frame.