Mitch pulled from her and watched her as she straightened her clothing. He’d had no idea that she was half undressed and that he’d done that to her. When she looked at him then, he could see that she was calmer, but he wasn’t feeling very good.
“You won’t age either, like I said. Not even if I’m killed or meet the sun. You’ll heal faster too now that you’ve drank my blood.” He started to deny that, but remembered her lovely ass from last night. “I would like for you to be what I am, but I know that will be next to impossible being what you are. I don’t...you do realize that people believe that we’re dead and that as a necromancer, you are a certain death to me?”
“I won’t hurt you.” She only looked at his friends as they were talking to ghosts. “Can you see them now? After drinking my blood, can you see what I see?”
“No.” He had no idea why, but he thought she was lying. But he didn’t call her on it. There were some things that they really had to work out. “I’m seven hundred and forty-seven years old. I know that Steele thinks I’m younger, but it’s because I’m a pureblood and we’re harder to read on purpose. I can also read your mind, as you can mine. So you should know that I really can’t see them. Not at all.”
Christ, she was almost thirty times his own age. He leaned back against the wall just as one of the people they were working with walked away from Steele and the others. This work...he really needed his break that was coming up soon.
“In six days I had plans to leave here. I don’t...I had no plans of coming back. They don’t know that...well, I think a few of them know, but I just don’t think I’m cut out for this kind of work.” She asked him why. “I don’t like myself, much less a bunch of ghosts that never finished whatever it was they were here to do in the first place. I know that’s not right for all of them, but I’m tired…exhausted really.”
It hadn’t always been that way. He’d really enjoyed his working with Steele and the others. But long before that, he’d had a good time helping the few that would come around when he’d been a teenager. It was a way for him to escape his life, the horrors of it, and those that still tried to hurt him. Now...people were greedy and cruel, and he was sick of having to pick up after them.
“You won’t be able to do anything else. I don’t think that the people you help will be able to let you go.” He nodded but said nothing. “I have to go to my clients, the Bruces, and let them know that I can no longer help them. I can’t help you either, but I can give whoever you hire my files. It’s not ethical, but at this point in my life, I don’t care. I need to help you in any way that I can.”
Mitch told her that he appreciated any help he could get. In a way, he knew that this thing hanging over his head was what was stressing him out the most. They were suing him for a great deal of money, and if they won, which he didn’t doubt that they would, his name would be shit for the rest of his life. Changing the subject as he normally did when someone brought it up, he looked at the woman he’d be spending the rest of his life with.
“That day at the house. What happened to us...to me?” She didn’t answer him, and he really looked at her. “Something passed between us. It was...it was powerful and painful.”
“I told my mom that I’d lost control of my magic. She no more believed me than I did when I said it. To be honest with you, I’m not really sure what happened. I meant only to touch you, and my power really did get away from me for a split second. Where it went, what it did, I don’t have a clue. I only know that we were both affected by it. I barely got you to my house before I had to rest.”
“Did you know who I was to you before that happened?” She told him that she’d not, not until she touched him. “So now what do we do, Vinnie? You’re a night person, I’m a day guy. We have different lifestyles and eating habits.”
She laughed with him. “I don’t know. I really don’t. I have to go and talk with my grandmother and see what she knows. I trust her answers more than I ever would my mother’s. And she won’t try to hurt you either.” Mitch started to ask her how old she was, but decided he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know. Instead, he asked her when she could do that. “She’s coming to town in a couple of days. Mom told her I’d found my mate and she’s come to measure you up. That or tell you off. I don’t know what Mom told her.”