Gifted

Chapter 32 - Sage

My brain stuttered as we drove away. Peeking in the side mirror I watched the marquee disappear—away from him, Hunter.

Every part of me paused while my thoughts caught up. It felt wrong, so wrong leaving him there. What if my grandfather woke up? What if the Alphas turned on him and his brother, hurt him—or worse?

My breathing stalled as my heart rate picked up, a cold shiver ran through me. "We have to turn around." I turned to face Sylar. "I shouldn't have left him there." My voice unsteady.

He put his hand on my shoulder and my mind instantly calmed, brushing away the hurricane of thoughts from moments ago.

'Breath Sage, relax,'  he spoke to my mind.

My shoulders sagged as the trapped breath released.

"It will be okay; it will, I promise," he said as another wave of reassurance washed through me. 

He was just like me. 

But this was wrong. For the second time in less than a few hours I felt violated, although I knew he meant me no harm.

"Don't." I said a little too sharply, shaking off his hand from my shoulder.

"Don't what?" he asked, but didn't look at me.

"Do that, you're inside my head, messing with my feelings, altering my mood— thoughts. I don't want you inside me head without permission. I've had enough of being a puppet, a plaything."

He nibbled his bottom lip. Tension in his shoulders. He didn't answer, but removed his influence completely. "I'm sorry, I never meant—"

Cutting him off. "Where are we going?" I tried to ease the escalating tension in the small space between us and I had the feeling he wouldn't turn the car around, no matter how much I begged, and I couldn't influence him. He's stronger than me, of that I was sure.

And this scared me, what if he put me to sleep, or tried to make me do something against my wishes. And as if he read my mind, he spoke softly to me.

"I would never hurt you Sage, or try to control you.   You don't have to be afraid of me."

His words appeared genuine. Sighing, I turned to judge where we were, look for anything familiar in our surroundings, read the passing signs.  And the signs I did see suggested we were heading west.

Pressing the electric button on the door, the window opened slightly to allow fresh air to rush in, brushing against my ear.  It relaxed me slightly and I thought back the dreams, the ones I'd been having for months now. I'd been excited to think that maybe there had been someone else out there just like me.  And I couldn't deny I felt something, some connection between us.

But what? I didn't know. Was he my mate? Was he the one I supposed to be with?

I searched for answers, knowing only one thing for certain.  When I looked at him, he stirred none feelings that flooded my body when I thought of Hunter.

Thinking of Hunter, an ache pulled inside my chest. I honestly believed my heart had lived in darkness until the day I met him. Almost as if my whole being had stopped it search from the second I met him.  And it wasn't just his good looks, it was everything about him.  His eyes, smile, his voice, hell even the way he smelled.  And not to mention the way he looked at me, touched me.  Made me feel like no other person ever had. And the urge to be close to him, to touch him was immense, I was consumed by it. So surely Sylar couldn't be my mate—Right?

Mon Dieu.  I was puzzled.

And my wolf, she still hadn't stirred, not a peep from her.  I closed my eyes and focused on communicating with her. But nothing came.  Where was she?