through the scent of alcohol and perfumes.
She had desires, and her body still wanted release, but no male seemed to fire her blood in any way. With some, the mere scent of them had turned her stomach.
“Steaks for dinner?” Mia announced.
“Okay.” They enjoyed mealtime, even though they rarely ate much of the food. They did it out of habit, not out of any need for human sustenance. The Earth’s energies were what kept them strong, and they always made sure to secure a nice cavern within the earth to refuel.
“Come in here with us,” Mia said, and Dacia stopped her mental ramblings and walked into the kitchen to see what her sisters were up to.
Zoe eyed her. “Do you really need to move?”
She sat on a bar stool and eyed them both. “Yes, I need to be on my own. Staring at a computer is not for me. I want to live the life Gunn does.” Their one brother in the US had his independence and a task that seemed much more suited to her liking and abilities.
Zoe grew serious. “I know, but trust me, the hunt is not all that entertaining. It’s mostly nasty-smelling hospitals that lead to nothing productive.” She eyed Dacia, assessing. “I know you’re set on doing this. I also know you’ll be going out with Gunn to see what he does, but that doesn’t mean we won’t worry.”
“I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” she said without inflection, knowing they wouldn’t be able to refute that. She was powerful in her own right, not to mention smart. She wouldn’t take chances out there that could jeopardize her family. She would soothe them as much as possible, but she would follow her own chosen path whether they worried or not.
Mia was quiet as she grabbed a few bags of marinating steaks from the refrigerator. There were already vegetables cut and waiting on the counter.
“Sitting behind a computer and searching for blood-related anomalies or flags in hospital databases is not the right path for me. I know it’s important if we’re going to find the Immortals, and I know that Isa thought it was the perfect job to go with my temperament, but it’s not where my skills would be used to the best advantage.” She eyed her sisters. “I may like logic and order, but I feel confident I’d be better suited to chase down the leads. I need to find my own place in this.” She wanted freedom, that’s really what she craved. Not that she didn’t love her mischievous and loving sisters, she did, but at thirty, it was well past the time to come into her own purpose. Mia and Zoe could take shifts sifting through data to find things that needed investigating. There were plenty of oddities to check out, and only Gunn was out in the States and Canada checking them. He was likely missing a lot of potential opportunities when he didn’t get there within a timely manner. He was only one person for a big space.
Mia blew out a breath. Both she and Zoe knew there would be no dissuading her. Mia tried to lighten the mood. “We’ve decided to do Taco Tuesdays at your new place.” Dacia lifted a brow at her sister’s bright-eyed announcement. “Don’t pretend you wouldn’t miss us otherwise,” Mia slipped in with a hopeful, too cheesy grin. Taco Tuesday usually ended up being Margarita Tuesday. “You may want some peace and quiet occasionally, but you would grow lonely without our cheerful faces and mad cooking skills.”
She glared at her recalcitrant sisters for inviting themselves over before she’d even officially moved out. “After I get settled in, and pending my being home.”
Zoe and Mia frowned at each other and then turned their best overly dramatic and distinctly pathetic looks at her. She needed to hold her ground or they’d just move in with her. She’d known it would be difficult to keep them away for more than a week. She mentally shook her head, looking at Mia’s and Zoe’s bright amber eyes filled with the most imploring and manipulative puppy looks they could muster.