Page 39 of Understanding Fate

“How long before we will know the results?” I ask, my eyes focused on the small red tube on the table.

“The committee will have my findings within the hour,” he responds, packing everything back up.

“Thank you,” I say to his back as he walks out of the room without another word.

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About an hour later, there is a knock at the door. Immediately, I think it must be the blood test results, and I rush to open the door without even checking the hall.

To my surprise, it’s not the doctor or anyone from the Vegas pack, but an exceptionally handsome man in a full black suit who I’ve never seen before. His hair is almost black and tied back in a man bun. His high cheekbones accent his almond-shaped eyes and perfectly straight nose.

Fuck.

“Can I help you?” I ask, looking over his shoulder, only to find he’s alone in the hallway.

Where’s Tate?

“I certainly hope so. I’m here for your adjudication, Ms. DelaCourt. May I come in?” he says, his British accent sliding off his tongue, making him even more attractive than before, which is saying something.

He stands there patiently, attempting to look nonthreatening, which only tells me I should be afraid.

Adjudication?

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. Just to verify your version of events,” he says.

“Do you have some sort of identification? A badge or something?” I ask, knowing I have been too careless with my personal safety lately. Letting this man into my room seems like a mistake, especially considering the man who’s been guarding my door all day is miraculously gone.

The man in the suit smiles. It’s small and appears to be almost amused at the question.

“I'm not sure secret agencies hand out identification; seeing as those things can be lost or taken, you’re just going to have to take me at my word,” he says, moving his hands out in an almost shrug.

Like hell I am.

“Or you could consider the fact that I could have killed you ten times over by now if that was my intention and allowme into your room before the mutt I told to take a walk returns.”

My eyes bulge as his statement bounces around in my head despite his mouth never moving, and his eyes are now glowing a beautiful shade of purple.

What the fuck?

Was he using a mind-link?

“Not exactly. But similar.”

You can read my mind?!

I shout the question in my mind, and he chuckles before me.

“Sort of. I’d be happy to explain if you would allow me inside so we can get to it,” he says, this time out loud, and I bite my lip as I consider before waving him in.

He isn’t wrong. He could have easily killed me.

I’m starting to think this whole being human thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

I point to the chairs next to the table where I had my blood drawn an hour ago.

“I’d offer you something to drink, but I don’t have anything here,” I say, falling into the seat opposite the one I pointed at.

The man smirks before moving gracefully to the seat only slowing to unbutton his jacket before sitting and crossing his ankle over his knee. Delight dances on his face as he silently observes me for a moment before speaking.

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