Page 55 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

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Neith

“There aren’t any more turn offs for a while, we’re staying on this road for a good few miles,” Raiden says through the helmet speaker.

“Okay,” I reply.

He has been taking it really easy, I can understand why. He has no idea how confident I am on a bike or how experienced I am, and even then, some of the most experienced bikers I have known have always been nervous on twisty roads like the ones that we have just driven on. I get it. I’m just over it. It has been far too long since I have been on a bike this fucking nice, and the last thing that I want to do is to take it easy.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sounding slightly concerned, “I’m not going too fast, am I?”

He really is sweet. Bless him.

I have been riding behind him, since I needed to follow him to know where we are going, but he said that we would be on this road for a good few miles. I want to play.

I pull up beside him and wait until he glances over at me before I say, “Catch me if you can.”

I wait just long enough to see his eyes widen in shock before I laugh like the maniac I am and take off at high speed. Raiden’s laughter sounds in my ear as he easily catches up with me. As we take the corners at speeds we probably shouldn’t and start to overtake each other and really race, I realize that he was holding back a lot, too.

He has managed to overtake me again, and using a move that is particularly risky, and usually used in racing, I undertake him on the corner, my knee coming close to the asphalt.

“Fucking hell,” Raiden curses, although I can hear the smile in his voice.

I pop back up having successfully overtaken him and lift up my middle finger, looking in my mirror to see him throw his head back and start laughing. My smile is huge, but he only lets me enjoy the win for a moment before he speeds past me and sticks his finger up making me laugh.

We play like that for a while, but unfortunately, because we are driving so fast, the turning to the town appears before I am ready to stop playing.

I let him take the lead again as we slow back down since these roads are a lot busier than the one that we have just left.

“Do you want to grab a coffee or head straight to the big mall and get some stuff done?” Raiden asks.

“Erm, mall first and then coffee after? I am really not looking forward to this, so I would rather get it out of the way so I can enjoy the rest of the day with you,” I reply.

“Sounds good,” Raiden replies.

As we drive through the town, I realize that this area is one of the supernatural towns because they clearly outnumber the humans. It isn’t a very big town, although it does seem to be equipped with everything that you could possibly want,including some supernatural stores that I desperately want to look in. There’s a coffee shop called Coffee and a Spell, a herbalist store that sells all sorts of interesting bottles of things I have no name for and that are most likely deadly, and a freaking sword shop that looks awesome, although I get the feeling that I probably shouldn’t take another sword home with me because my enchanted one seems to be stabby enough as it is, and I have no idea if it is capable of getting jealous.

I have a feeling that it most likely is, so I’m not going to risk it by taking another sword home. The last thing that we need right now is a vengeful enchanted object that can’t be good.

I have to admit that I am disappointed when we leave the town with the enchantingly named stores, and turn into a mall that looks like the thousands of others that are spread throughout this country.

As we pull into parking spots and I take my helmet off, Raiden asks, “Why do you look so disappointed?”

“Honestly?” I ask, and he nods, looking curious. “I want to explore the stores that are clearly aimed at supes in the town, and I’m disappointed that we are at the mall that appears to have none of those. It’s been ages since I have been able to have a look around a supe owned hypothecary. I could do with picking up a couple of bits since I can’t get anything from my house.”

Raiden chuckles and gets off his bike, prompting me to do the same.

“You have made it incredibly clear how much you hate shopping, so I thought that we would get it out of the way as quickly as possible. This is the best place to do that,” he explains. “We can head into town after, grab a coffee and have a look around if you would like? You can pick up the bits then. Hopefully, you will be able to go back to your house at some point and grab the stuff that you want to move into our place.”

Well, I guess that answers the vague question I had about whether I am staying with the guys or getting my own place. I like it. I have been lonely in my little house, as much as I love it.

I nod, “Yeah, that sounds great, actually. I hope so. I don’t have much, but what I do have, I fought fucking hard to get, so I would hate to lose it all. I won’t be selling my house, for a similar reason. I love that little place, even if I never live there again, I can’t part with it.”

“I get that,” Raiden replies, “there is no reason that you would need to sell it. If everything goes to plan, then we could use it as a holiday home or something.”

I chuckle, “That’s sweet, but there is no way that it would fit all of you in it, and the town isn’t exactly supe friendly.”

Raiden frowns, “Yeah, the guys told us. Why were you living there? You obviously don’t have a problem with supernaturals, but you were staying in a predominantly human town.”

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