Page 63 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

“Hey, we just came to have a look around,” Raiden says and then gestures to me, “this is Neith, she’s a new member of our team. She is going to need a sword. Neith this is Lewis.”

Lewis smiles at me, “Nice to meet you, Neith. I’m sorry, but I’m actually just about to close, I’ve got an appointment to get to.”

Disappointment thrums through me momentarily before I smile, “No worries, we can come back another day. It’s going to take me a while to design and choose what kind of blade I would like. We probably don’t have enough time before we have to get back to the house anyway.”

Lewis’s eyes light up, “I like you. Raiden and the guys know when I’m usually open, get one of them to message me when you are free next, and I will make sure that you have the store to yourself.”

“Seriously?” I ask, my eyes widening as I start to bounce on my toes with excitement.

Lewis chuckles, “Absolutely.”

“Thanks, man,” Raiden says as we walk back out of the door, and Lewis follows behind us to lock up.

“No problem,” he replies.

Before I can tell him my thanks as well, he waves and rushes down the street in the opposite direction to the one that we came from.

Raiden glances down at me apologetically. “Sorry Neith. I know how badly you wanted to go and check the swords out.”

I grin, “You’re kidding right?” I ask, and then carry on excitedly, “I get to have the store all to myself while I design my weapons with someone who clearly knows what they are doing. That’s fucking awesome.”

Raiden’s smile is big as he adds, “Yeah, Lewis is a fucking master at what he does. I honestly don’t know why he chose to settle in our small town, but I am incredibly grateful that he did. I honestly wouldn’t go to anyone else to get my blades made. He makes custom bullets as well, specifically designed to take downall sorts of creatures, and not just to kill but to stun as well. He’s a fucking genius.”

My eyes widen, “Wow, that is so fucking cool. I hope that we manage to find the time to come back soon.”

Raiden frowns, “Hopefully we will. But with the way that things are going at the moment, I’m not going to make any promises.”

“Fair enough,” I reply with a smile.

“Do you want to walk around town for a bit longer and have a look at some more stores?” Raiden asks me.

I shake my head, “It looks like it’s going to rain, and I have had enough exploring for one day. Do you want to head back?”

Raiden nods, “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

We get back to the bikes, and Raiden takes the bag with Wallace’s cinnamon buns in and opens his jacket, zipping it back up. I’m guessing that there is no more room in the bags since they are full of my clothes, and he’s got no more of the magical appearing from thin air ones. They will be squished, but I highly doubt that Wallace will mind too much. If he does, I will eat them.

Once we are out of the town and back on the road that we raced on before, we both automatically start to race—trying to beat each other and playing more dangerously than when we were on the way here. I guess Raiden has a similar view of death as me. Actually, scratch that. He’s a supe, so he could probably come flying off at these speeds and survive with barely a scratch.

I really appreciate the fact that he isn’t treating me like I’m breakable, and trying to stop me from flying on the bike, it would really piss me off he tried.

It doesn’t take as long as I would like it to, and we are soon pulling up the long driveway that leads to the guy’s house and through the gates.

“What are they doing?” I ask as we come around the corner and I see all of the guys pulling stuff out of, what I am just realizing are their individual garages, and putting it all outside of them. Although all of their attention is now on us as we drive up.

“They’re cleaning their garages,” Raiden replies, sounding slightly confused as we come to a stop. Suddenly, he bursts out laughing, and not just a small chuckle, nope, he is full-on belly laughing.

I take my helmet off, and wave at the guys before I turn to look back at the still laughing Raiden, “What’s so funny?”

“Hey!” River exclaims, rushing up to me and picking me straight up off the bike, giving me a giant hug that I practically melt into.

Chapter Twenty-One

Neith

I guess he is a touchy-feely kind of guy, and that makes sense. Shifters tend to be, and I am not complaining in the slightest. His hugs are like magic.

When he finally puts me down, I turn to the rest of the guys with a smile. It’s nice to be greeted when I get home, it’s usually just Betty and she’s choosy with her replies. Okay, she doesn’t reply.

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