Chapter Five

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5. The afternoon passed in a whirlwind for Sorcha, she didn’t have any time to consider her Walker ability’s sudden appearance. Or what that would mean for her. After she’d helped Raven teleport home, Selphie had noticed that Sorcha was weakened. So she’d insisted that Sorcha come to the kitchen for hot chocolate. According to Selphie hot chocolate, or more specifically – chocolate in any form, would cure any ailment. Sorcha sat at the long wooden table while Selphie made the hot chocolate and they chatted. A few minutes later, Drew came in and the three women became fast friends talking about everything and anything. Sorcha learned from Drew that the Omega were all Du’call lycos, all of them cats of some form except for Dante who was a wolf. Drew told her how they’d been shocked when they found out that Dante was an Omega, but that he fitted in with the group perfectly. Drew also told her a bit of the story about how she came to be an Omega. Apparently Drew had been human until she’d fallen on Seth’s claws and had become a Lycos. The story was fascinating and Sorcha sighed a time or two at the pure romance of it, wishing she could have had a happy ever after with Martin like that. There was no use dwelling on it though, he was Raven’s, and honestly she wasn’t all that big on Martin anymore. Mr. Hot – now that was another matter, and Sorcha felt a warm buzz imaging that she could have a story like Drew and Seth’s with Mr. Hot. Gah don’t be such a romantic fool. He’s way out of your league. Sorcha lectured herself then decided to change the subject, and get her mind off romantic moments with a man who’s name she didn’t even know. “Selphie, can I ask you something?” “You just did.” Selphie laughed. Sorcha rolled her eyes and smiled. “Earlier when you were showing me my room, you said something about your l-dar never being wrong. What did you mean?” Drew promptly choked on the swallow of coffee she’d just taken. Selphie laughed and good-naturedly pounded the other woman on the back. “She mentioned your name and the word l-dar in one sentence?” Drew asked “No.” “Good.” “Ah, but why is that good, I was talking about Sorcha when I said the words.” “Oh no.” Drew groaned and dropped her head in to her hands in mock horror. “What are you on about?” Sorcha couldn’t help laughing at Drew’s antics, but she was starting to get seriously curious. Drew satisfied the curiosity when she answered. “l-dar, or more precisely Love-Radar. The last time Selphie used those words together, I ended up with Seth.” “I don’t understand.” Sorcha was puzzled. “Selphie is a nymph, she’s good at the matchmaking thing, and she also knows when someone is meant for someone else. So if she’s using those words, she’s decided you’d make a good match to someone here.” Sorcha didn’t know weather they were joking or if she should start worrying. She looked at the women. “Well – am I a match to someone here?” “You could say that.” Selphie answered evasively. “Who?” Sorcha asked, really starting to worry that Selphie was planning on throwing her at some poor unsuspecting Mythos male. “That I’m not telling, I didn’t tell Drew when I knew she was right for Seth, and I won’t tell you. What I will say is that I smell a Nexus.” Drew chocked again. “A what?” Sorcha was now truly confused, she’d heard Gabriel introduce Drew as Seth’s Nexus partner, but she didn’t know what that meant. “Never mind.” Drew gave Selphie a warning look. “Selphie’s loosing it in her old age.” The look of utter horror on Selphie’s face had Drew laughing. “You know I was teasing Selph, don’t look so horrified.” Drew had to use Selphie’s age, a sore spot for the Nymph, before she started telling Sorcha about the Nexus prophesy. Even though Selphie looked about twenty-two she was centuries older. Drew wasn’t even sure if Selphie herself remembered exactly how old she was. As a tactic it worked beautifully, Selphie was too taken back to think of explaining the Nexus to Sorcha, if the Psy needed to know about the nexus, Gabriel would have to tell her. Drew started a discussion on a safer topic and soon the other women were distracted from dangerous talk about the nexus. Kyle gave up. He’d hunted though every guest room in the compound and all the open rooms left and he still hadn’t found Sorcha. After she’d helped Raven teleport, Selphie had dragged her off to the kitchen for some restorative coffee and Kyle hadn’t seen her since. He was just grateful that Raven had left – if he had to listen to her get mean with Sorcha one more time it wouldn’t have been a pillow that he threw at the bitch. When Kyle had decided to go look for Sorcha again he just couldn’t find her. He’d wanted to try and talk to her and see if she actually heard him in the rec room or if her laughter this afternoon had been a fluke. Now it was after midnight and he’d given up - for the moment at least, he was sure she’d be around in the morning. For now he just wanted to lie down and chill for a bit, it would give him chance to mull over the day’s events, and maybe he’d be able to figure out why the hell he had the big time hots for a woman even though he was a dead man. He stepped through the solid wood of the door leading to his room. He didn’t bother with the light. It would only bug Khaish who was probably asleep on the bed. Being dead didn’t seem to bother Khaish’s sleep patterns, if only Kyle could get that lucky. What he’d give for a good nights sleep would have Satan himself salivating. Sorcha hadn’t gone to bed alone. It seemed that Khaish had taken a liking to her, because after her shower she’d come out the bathroom to find the big sentin stretched over her bed. She’d smiled at the cat and sank down next to him while she brushed her hair. “Hey fella, guess you get lonely with your Du’call gone. I don’t mind if you stay with me tonight, I know this was your room - just don’t hog the bed.” She’d scratched the leopard between the ears, starting him purring, and crawled under the covers in her overly large tee shirt. The day’s events and rescuing Raven had wiped her, it was not easy to feed that much of your own power into someone else. No sooner had her head touched the pillow and Sorcha was fast asleep. Kyle saw the lump that was Khaish on the bed and decided if he couldn’t sleep his sentin could wake up for a bit too. Grinning Kyle launched himself into the air landing on the cat – only it wasn’t Khaish. The lump started shrieking. Kyle lay dead still and turned his head to the right. The lamp like eyes of his sentin looked back at him. “Hold on. If you’re over there Khaish, who the hell did I pounce on?” “On me you idiot.” A woman’s muffled voice came from under the blankets covering the lump. Kyle snapped his fingers and the lights came on. He pulled back the edge of the blanket to see who was under it. “Well – Well.” He grinned flashing dimples at Sorcha. “I’ve been looking for you all night and you’ve been in my bed this whole time?” Sorcha was stunned, Mr. Hot was had just landed on her - literally. She didn’t know weather to yell at him or be very, very grateful. She chose to point out his mistake instead. “I hate to argue, but this is my bed.” “Nope, I’m pretty sure its mine.” He countered. “Do you mind getting off me.” “Trust me Darlin' I mind. I’m staying right where I am.” He grinned. Kyle was ecstatic not only did he have the most gorgeous woman in the world under him and in his bed, but she could hear him and she could feel him, he wasn’t a ghost to Sorcha. He was real. Ha! So much for her Walker powers being MIA, they were pretty damn evident. “Who the hell are you anyway? And what are you doing on my bed?” Sorcha decided it was about time she found out who Mr. Hot was. His laughter sent warm tingles up her spine, it was rich and dark, making her shiver as his chest vibrated. “Sorry Darlin’ we haven’t been introduced, I’m Kyle Reed.” Sorcha gasped as a couple of things fell into place. Now she knew why Seth had been so upset by Khaish becoming visible, Khaish was Kyle’s sentin and she’d heard Kyle call Seth his brother, so this was the Kyle that had died fifty years ago. There was a ghost lying on top of her. She started wiggling under him. “See now – I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His voice became husky. “Why the hell not, I’m trying to get out from under you.” Her wriggling had shifted the blankets enough that he could feel every one of her movements, it was blissful torture to feel her curves rubbing against his muscle. “Cause then I might do some thing like this.” Kyle dipped his head to brush his lips against hers. Sorcha went perfectly still under him as Kyle ran his tongue over her bottom lip. God he felt good, his lips were warm and soft. Surely there must be a mix-up somewhere, this man couldn’t be a ghost. Sorcha opened her mouth for him. Kyle didn’t need another invitation, his tongue met hers in a scorching kiss that had them both panting after only a few minutes. She tasted so damn sweet, he’d never felt himself react to a woman’s touch the way he was reacting to Sorcha right now and it was driving him crazy. His whole body was wide-awake. When her hands spread against his shoulders to pull him closer, Kyle felt heat rush through him. He pushed one hand under the blanket running it along her side over the material of her tee shirt. “Wait!” Sorcha broke the kiss pushing him back. “I’ve got to know. Are you the same Kyle that died fifty years ago?” “Now honey, what’s being dead got to do with it. To you, I’m as real as any man.” Kyle was still talking and she was gone. He looked around the room in amazement, he found her standing near the door. The damn woman had teleported out from underneath him. “What you go and do that for?” “I am not getting hot and heavy with a dead guy!” Sorcha hissed at him “My Walker powers be damned.” “But…” “Out!” “But…” “I said out! Unlike you, I do need to sleep so you can go find another place to hang out.” “Will you tell Seth…” “In the morning Kyle, now get out my room.” He grinned, he loved the way his name came out her mouth, all spitfire and sexy. Hell, she was so hot standing there in her oversized 30 Seconds to Mars tee shirt, her hair all wild and tousled, he was damned if he wanted to go anywhere. “Kyle!” “Alright,” He pushed himself up and got off the bed. “I’m leaving but I’m not happy about it.” “I don’t care. Leave!” Kyle sauntered past her slowly, stopping in front of her. “You sure you want me to leave?” God the man would be the death of her! Here he was standing in front of her his bare chest inches from her face, his long dark braids begging her to untie them so she could see what his hair looked like flowing and loose and he was asking her that! It took all Sorcha’s willpower to look him straight in the eye and repeat her words. “Leave now Kyle.” “Okay, but you don’t know what you are missing out on.” He walked right through the wood of the door. Sorcha put her back to the door and slid down it to sit on the floor. She dropped her head to her knees and took a deep breath, she had a pretty good idea what she was missing out on and she cursed which ever of the fates decided that she should have a major jones for a dead guy.

Chapter Five - word count 2105 - Download PDF

5.
      The afternoon passed in a whirlwind for Sorcha, she didn’t have any time to consider her Walker ability’s sudden appearance.  Or what that would mean for her.
      After she’d helped Raven teleport home, Selphie had noticed that Sorcha was weakened.  So she’d insisted that Sorcha come to the kitchen for hot chocolate.  According to Selphie hot chocolate, or more specifically – chocolate in any form, would cure any ailment.
      Sorcha sat at the long wooden table while Selphie made the hot chocolate and they chatted.  A few minutes later, Drew came in and the three women became fast friends talking about everything and anything.
      Sorcha learned from Drew that the Omega were all Du’call lycos, all of them cats of some form except for Dante who was a wolf.  Drew told her how they’d been shocked when they found out that Dante was an Omega, but that he fitted in with the group perfectly.
      Drew also told her a bit of the story about how she came to be an Omega.  Apparently Drew had been human until she’d fallen on Seth’s claws and had become a Lycos.  The story was fascinating and Sorcha sighed a time or two at the pure romance of it, wishing she could have had a happy ever after with Martin like that.  There was no use dwelling on it though, he was Raven’s, and honestly she wasn’t all that big on Martin anymore.   Mr. Hot – now that was another matter, and Sorcha felt a warm buzz imaging that she could have a story like Drew and Seth’s with Mr. Hot.
      Gah don’t be such a romantic fool.  He’s way out of your league.
      Sorcha lectured herself then decided to change the subject, and get her mind off romantic moments with a man who’s name she didn’t even know.
      “Selphie, can I ask you something?”
      “You just did.” Selphie laughed.
      Sorcha rolled her eyes and smiled.  “Earlier when you were showing me my room, you said something about your l-dar never being wrong.  What did you mean?”
      Drew promptly choked on the swallow of coffee she’d just taken.
      Selphie laughed and good-naturedly pounded the other woman on the back.
      “She mentioned your name and the word l-dar in one sentence?”  Drew asked
      “No.”
      “Good.”
      “Ah, but why is that good, I was talking about Sorcha when I said the words.”
      “Oh no.”  Drew groaned and dropped her head in to her hands in mock horror.
      “What are you on about?”  Sorcha couldn’t help laughing at Drew’s antics, but she was starting to get seriously curious.
      Drew satisfied the curiosity when she answered.  “l-dar, or more precisely Love-Radar.  The last time Selphie used those words together, I ended up with Seth.”
      “I don’t understand.”  Sorcha was puzzled.
      “Selphie is a nymph, she’s good at the matchmaking thing, and she also knows when someone is meant for someone else.  So if she’s using those words, she’s decided you’d make a good match to someone here.”
      Sorcha didn’t know weather they were joking or if she should start worrying.  She looked at the women.
      “Well – am I a match to someone here?”
      “You could say that.”  Selphie answered evasively.
      “Who?” Sorcha asked, really starting to worry that Selphie was planning on throwing her at some poor unsuspecting Mythos male.
      “That I’m not telling, I didn’t tell Drew when I knew she was right for Seth, and I won’t tell you.  What I will say is that I smell a Nexus.”
      Drew chocked again.
      “A what?” Sorcha was now truly confused, she’d heard Gabriel introduce Drew as Seth’s Nexus partner, but she didn’t know what that meant.
      “Never mind.”  Drew gave Selphie a warning look.  “Selphie’s loosing it in her old age.”
      The look of utter horror on Selphie’s face had Drew laughing.
      “You know I was teasing Selph, don’t look so horrified.”
      Drew had to use Selphie’s age, a sore spot for the Nymph, before she started telling Sorcha about the Nexus prophesy. Even though Selphie looked about twenty-two she was centuries older.  Drew wasn’t even sure if Selphie herself remembered exactly how old she was.  As a tactic it worked beautifully, Selphie was too taken back to think of explaining the Nexus to Sorcha, if the Psy needed to know about the nexus, Gabriel would have to tell her.
      Drew started a discussion on a safer topic and soon the other women were distracted from dangerous talk about the nexus.

      Kyle gave up.  He’d hunted though every guest room in the compound and all the open rooms left and he still hadn’t found Sorcha.
      After she’d helped Raven teleport, Selphie had dragged her off to the kitchen for some restorative coffee and Kyle hadn’t seen her since.  He was just grateful that Raven had left – if he had to listen to her get mean with Sorcha one more time it wouldn’t have been a pillow that he threw at the bitch.
      When Kyle had decided to go look for Sorcha again he just couldn’t find her.  He’d wanted to try and talk to her and see if she actually heard him in the rec room or if her laughter this afternoon had been a fluke.  Now it was after midnight and he’d given up - for the moment at least, he was sure she’d be around in the morning.  For now he just wanted to lie down and chill for a bit, it would give him chance to mull over the day’s events, and maybe he’d be able to figure out why the hell he had the big time hots for a woman even though he was a dead man.
      He stepped through the solid wood of the door leading to his room.  He didn’t bother with the light.  It would only bug Khaish who was probably asleep on the bed.  Being dead didn’t seem to bother Khaish’s sleep patterns, if only Kyle could get that lucky.  What he’d give for a good nights sleep would have Satan himself salivating.

      Sorcha hadn’t gone to bed alone.  It seemed that Khaish had taken a liking to her, because after her shower she’d come out the bathroom to find the big sentin stretched over her bed.  She’d smiled at the cat and sank down next to him while she brushed her hair.
      “Hey fella, guess you get lonely with your Du’call gone.  I don’t mind if you stay with me tonight, I know this was your room - just don’t hog the bed.”  She’d scratched the leopard between the ears, starting him purring, and crawled under the covers in her overly large tee shirt.  The day’s events and rescuing Raven had wiped her, it was not easy to feed that much of your own power into someone else. No sooner had her head touched the pillow and Sorcha was fast asleep.

      Kyle saw the lump that was Khaish on the bed and decided if he couldn’t sleep his sentin could wake up for a bit too.  Grinning Kyle launched himself into the air landing on the cat – only it wasn’t Khaish.  The lump started shrieking.  Kyle lay dead still and turned his head to the right.  The lamp like eyes of his sentin looked back at him.
      “Hold on.  If you’re over there Khaish, who the hell did I pounce on?”
      “On me you idiot.”  A woman’s muffled voice came from under the blankets covering the lump.  Kyle snapped his fingers and the lights came on.  He pulled back the edge of the blanket to see who was under it.
      “Well – Well.”  He grinned flashing dimples at Sorcha.  “I’ve been looking for you all night and you’ve been in my bed this whole time?”
      Sorcha was stunned, Mr. Hot was had just landed on her - literally.  She didn’t know weather to yell at him or be very, very grateful.  She chose to point out his mistake instead.
      “I hate to argue, but this is my bed.”
      “Nope, I’m pretty sure its mine.”  He countered.
      “Do you mind getting off me.”
      “Trust me Darlin' I mind.  I’m staying right where I am.” He grinned.
      Kyle was ecstatic not only did he have the most gorgeous woman in the world under him and in his bed, but she could hear him and she could feel him, he wasn’t a ghost to Sorcha.  He was real.  Ha! So much for her Walker powers being MIA, they were pretty damn evident.
      “Who the hell are you anyway? And what are you doing on my bed?”  Sorcha decided it was about time she found out who Mr. Hot was.
      His laughter sent warm tingles up her spine, it was rich and dark, making her shiver as his chest vibrated.
      “Sorry Darlin’ we haven’t been introduced, I’m Kyle Reed.”
      Sorcha gasped as a couple of things fell into place.  Now she knew why Seth had been so upset by Khaish becoming visible, Khaish was Kyle’s sentin and she’d heard Kyle call Seth his brother, so this was the Kyle that had died fifty years ago.  There was a ghost lying on top of her.
      She started wiggling under him.
      “See now – I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”  His voice became husky.
      “Why the hell not, I’m trying to get out from under you.”
      Her wriggling had shifted the blankets enough that he could feel every one of her movements, it was blissful torture to feel her curves rubbing against his muscle.
      “Cause then I might do some thing like this.”
      Kyle dipped his head to brush his lips against hers.  Sorcha went perfectly still under him as Kyle ran his tongue over her bottom lip.
      God he felt good, his lips were warm and soft.  Surely there must be a mix-up somewhere, this man couldn’t be a ghost.  Sorcha opened her mouth for him.  Kyle didn’t need another invitation, his tongue met hers in a scorching kiss that had them both panting after only a few minutes.
      She tasted so damn sweet, he’d never felt himself react to a woman’s touch the way he was reacting to Sorcha right now and it was driving him crazy.  His whole body was wide-awake.  When her hands spread against his shoulders to pull him closer, Kyle felt heat rush through him. He pushed one hand under the blanket running it along her side over the material of her tee shirt.
      “Wait!”  Sorcha broke the kiss pushing him back.  “I’ve got to know.  Are you the same Kyle that died fifty years ago?”
      “Now honey, what’s being dead got to do with it.  To you, I’m as real as any man.”
      Kyle was still talking and she was gone.  He looked around the room in amazement, he found her standing near the door.  The damn woman had teleported out from underneath him.
      “What you go and do that for?”
      “I am not getting hot and heavy with a dead guy!”  Sorcha hissed at him “My Walker powers be damned.”
      “But…”
      “Out!”
      “But…”
      “I said out!  Unlike you, I do need to sleep so you can go find another place to hang out.”
      “Will you tell Seth…”
      “In the morning Kyle, now get out my room.”
      He grinned, he loved the way his name came out her mouth, all spitfire and sexy.  Hell, she was so hot standing there in her oversized 30 Seconds to Mars tee shirt, her hair all wild and tousled, he was damned if he wanted to go anywhere.
      “Kyle!”
      “Alright,”  He pushed himself up and got off the bed.  “I’m leaving but I’m not happy about it.”
      “I don’t care.  Leave!”
      Kyle sauntered past her slowly, stopping in front of her.  “You sure you want me to leave?”
      God the man would be the death of her!  Here he was standing in front of her his bare chest inches from her face, his long dark braids begging her to untie them so she could see what his hair looked like flowing and loose and he was asking her that!  It took all Sorcha’s willpower to look him straight in the eye and repeat her words.
      “Leave now Kyle.”
      “Okay, but you don’t know what you are missing out on.”  He walked right through the wood of the door.
      Sorcha put her back to the door and slid down it to sit on the floor.  She dropped her head to her knees and took a deep breath, she had a pretty good idea what she was missing out on and she cursed which ever of the fates decided that she should have a major jones for a dead guy.

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