Page 17 of Bloodmoon Hit
“Aziz, Orpheus is waiting.”
“Ren,” Aziz greets the other man. “Is Corbin with him?”
“No, Corbin had to push back his meeting,” Ren answers.
“Damn,” Aziz mutters, guiding me past Ren without introduction.
The soft pulsing music filling the club was actually soothing and somewhat erotic in a way. The walls, from what I could tell, were a dark red, matching the black furniture. In the center of the tables that were scattered around, there were candles. Inever would have thought the inside of this nightclub could look as amazing as it does, but it suits the name. To one side, there was a long bar with two bartenders already back there working. One of them had beautiful blonde hair that shined even in the dimness of the room.
Across the way, there was even a stage set up for a band to play. I didn’t even know they did live music here. I thought that in itself was pretty awesome.
Together, Aziz and I walk past all of this toward another section of the room where there was a row of booths off to the side. None of the ones we passed were occupied. Not until we get to the very last one.
There, sitting with his back to the room, a glass carelessly held between his fingers, sits a man with jet black hair styled to perfection. He also had a well-maintained scruff similar to Aziz’s. He was dressed similarly to Aziz in a black button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled partially up. I didn’t know if he was as tall as Aziz, but my guess was that he was either just as tall or taller.
“Orpheus,” Aziz greets this man, but instead of going past him, he ushers me into the seat across from him. “I’d like for you to meet Jett Boyer. My mate.”
Mate?
Wait, what?
What does he mean by his mate?
Orpheus doesn’t say a word for a long moment, his eyes, though, were locked on me, and a part of me wonders what he sees. Could he read my mind? See me like Aziz could? Know who and what I am?
Finally, Orpheus looks to Aziz and smirks.
What’s that about?
“She’s a beauty, my brother. I see why you were taken by her beauty when you saw her.” Orpheus looks back at me. “I do welcome you into the fold, my dear cousin.”
“Cousin?” I blurt, looking at him with wide eyes. Did he just say cousin?
“Well, technically, if you want to get to the gist of it, we’d be second cousins, but who wants to get into all of the logistics?” Orpheus cocks a brow and raises his glass to his lips.
“We’re family? How?” My mind is whirling with thoughts of what he’s shared, alongside Aziz calling me his mate.
Orpheus releases his glass, waves a hand in the air, and I feel something, but I didn’t know what it was. Thankfully, I don’t have to ask because Orpheus explains.
“I’ve placed a barrier around the table, no one can hear the rest of our conversation. It’s one of my many talents.” He smirks and lifts the glass back up and takes another sip before continuing. “To answer your question, I’m the bastard son of Hades. A son he hadn’t thought possible to happen, but here I sit. He’d given me many gifts, including the ability to turn others so as not to be alone as others are. And you, dear Jett, are the daughter of Apollo. One that he cherishes above all others.”
I feel my cheeks heat at the mention of me being my father’s cherished daughter. I knew he had other children. None of which I’d met. He never talked to me about them.
“How do you know this?” I find myself asking.
“I see the light of your aura shining. It’s the same as your father’s. He’s bestowed upon you his gifts.”
Gifts?
“The only thing he’s done is give me immortality. He didn’t want me to die as my mother did.” Now, why did I share this?
Aziz tenses next to me, and his arm around my shoulders tightens as he holds me closer. The feel of his touch makes mefeel better. His touch is calming a part of me that is feeling overwhelmed.
Before either of them can say anything else, I ask the other question that’s in my head as I shift my gaze to Aziz. “What did you mean when you called me your mate?”
His eyes flash, that red coming into them for all of a split second, then it was good again.
“He drank from you while the two of you were . . . how do I put it . . . horizontal and in bed together,” Orpheus spoke first. “Though I might share, my brother, it’s not complete. Not until Jett has also drunk from you.”
