your mate you would have
claimed her. If she was mine I would have. I forget she’s human. I wonder how
she’s going to react to learn most of her new friends are shifters.” Mac patted
his back. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall when everything settles and she
learns she’s your mate.”
Savron watched as Brandon opened his passenger door
and Sasha hopped in. Britney got in the back, and Brandon very slowly started
to walk around the driver’s side.
Savron turned back to Mac and raked his fingers
through his hair. “I’ve only known she was my mate for about a week. On her
birthday she came around, and the mate bond showed itself. I’ve been trying to
take it easy because she’s human and only just come of age.”
“You’re a bigger man than me to have not claimed
her. Your lion must be going insane,” Mac said with sympathy in his voice.
“Yes, he is. But after seeing her in her uniform I
know tomorrow no one will mistake whose she is.” He glared at Mac. “So keep
your hands to yourself.” With that he turned and walked to his car, ignoring
the laughter behind him.
Chapter
Four
“What just
happened, Britney? What the hell is Mac talking about, and why on earth did
your brother look ready to kill Mac?”
She shrugged. “You have been hanging out with Savron
quite a bit. He thinks you’re his girlfriend, and he saw you cuddling Mac and
wasn’t happy.”
Sasha told herself not to feel guilty. She’d done
nothing wrong. Mac had put his arm around her; she hadn’t participated.
Sasha had spent last Saturday before her party with
Savron and had had a scorching kiss at her party with him, but other than that
she’d only been with him when he dropped her at dance practice and last night. His
whole family had been there, so she hadn’t spent any one on one time. She’d had
a ball with his family though. She’d decided last night she needed a break from
the Pride family, mainly Savron and his mixed signals. Now he was acting the
jealous suitor. Argh . She didn’t get him.
“What did he mean by mate? And Mac mentioned a mate
mark. What’s he talking about?”
Britney looked anywhere but at her. “I really think
Savron should tell you.”
Sasha turned to stare out the front of the car and
sat with her arms crossed over her chest. She was sick of the weird behavior
and never getting answers. Brandon got in the backseat as the driver’s side
opened and Savron got in. He started the car not saying anything as he drove
out of the school.
Hating the silence, and pissed at everyone for not
telling her what was going on, Sasha turned the radio on flicking through channels
until she found what she wanted. She ignored the people in car and sang out of
tune to the songs. She knew she couldn’t sing. Sasha thought it was fitting
torture for the occupants of the car.
The guys in the car didn’t say a thing. It was
Britney who broke the silence on a long drawn-out suffering groan. “Shut it,
Sasha. I can’t take the torture anymore. I know you know you can’t sing, but
what you’re doing now is worse than nails on a chalkboard.”
Sasha winked at Britney, sighed, and stopped the
torture. She looked around her to see how far they were from her house. “You
went past my turn off.” She glared at Savron.
“You want answers? Then you need to come back to my
parents’ house. I can’t hold back or stay away any longer.”
Sasha nodded and hoped she wasn’t going to learn
she’d become friends with the mob, or they were a part of some weird cult and
wanted her to join. Her mind conjured up
all sort of scenarios. They were a family of spies. They were undercover agents
for the school watching for drugs and other unsavory things.
Savron pulled into the driveway of the house, and
they all got out. He undid the front door, and Sasha followed him to the lounge
room. He sat on the three seat sofa, and she sat next to him eager to hear what
they had to tell. Britney and Brandon sat on