Eva
We opened our eyes and just lay on the couch enjoying each other until there was a knock at the door. I looked at my phone, it was 8 am. I slept blissfully for three hours. I don't think that's happened since Kevin and I parted ways. I'm finally at peace. But for how long? I groan, "Fuck, it's early."
Vincent stretches, "What time is it?"
"It is barely 8 a.m.," I yawn.
He kisses me, "At least you got a short nap." He pushes me up, "Go get the door, it's your wolf. I can smell him from here."
I roll my eyes, "Glad I don't have that ability. If I smelled bad you'd tell me though, right?"
With a small smile he says, "You smell like the sea and roses, and taste even sweeter."
I ask, "Does anything smell like that?" He shakes his head no, before I reach the front door. "Morning, Sam," I say, as I motion for him to come in.
He looks at me, "Um, I can come back."
I laugh, "Come in already. It's just pajamas, come in. Katie is still asleep."
Vincent answered from the living room in a normal volume, "If she wakes we can just compel her."
I responded, "I know, Vin."
Sam asks, "You heard him?"
I answered him, "I have vampiric hearing now."
He kisses my cheek, "Well, that is certainly interesting." Does he suspect something? Maybe he can smell or sense something that Eric and Vincent can't? We finally made it into the living room. I tell them to wait a second because I need to summon Eric, so I touch my cheek and inform him that the Wolf is here.
In my mind, I hear Vincent say, "I heard that,"
"That solidifies that and confirms that things just keep getting..." Eric says, but I finish by saying, "Weirder by the minute." We all laugh and Vincent and I do so out loud.
Sam chuckles, but asks, "What is so funny?"
I tell him, "Too many voices in my head." He nods, as if he understands. Does he? Just then my stomach growls, "Well, I guess breakfast first, then we chat."
They follow me into the kitchen. Sam says, "I can help."
I ask, "Are you good in the kitchen?"
He nods, "Yes, my grandmother taught me well." Must be nice to have a family dynamic. Maybe one day I will know what it is like.
I say, "Sam will help me cook. Vin, can you tend to the tea for us? Katie will want coffee and juice."
He raises his eyebrow, "Can't the princess get her own?"
I sigh, "She can, but she won't, because of the destruction from before. So just do it, please." We hear Eric in our heads tell us that he's on his way, by car. I say, "Apparently, we need to set the table for one more."
Both Sam and Vincent look at me and say, "We heard."
I say, "This is wild."
"It is crazy, but it is what it is. I had a quiet house until yesterday," Vincent sighs.
I sassed him back, "You're the one that insisted! So blame yourself."
Sam looks annoyed with both of us, "Do you always bicker?"
We both answer, "Yes," at the same time. Sam chuckles. Vincent glares at him, "It's not funny, Wolf!"
Sam wipes his tears, "But it is, you have a spirited and beautiful woman living with you and you're complaining."
Vin addresses Sam, "This spirited woman nearly flooded the club last night."
Shocked, Sam says, "She did what? How?"
Vincent looks Sam in the eyes, "She can control the elements, but she's gonna need practice."
Sam runs his hand through his hair, "Neither of our kinds does that."
Vincent nods, "I know, but witches do."
"She is not a witch!" Sam exclaims.
Before they continue to talk as if I'm not here, I order, "Eric's here. Vin, go let him in."
He shakes his head, "How can you know? I don't sense him yet."
I sigh, "Well, I just do. By the time you stop arguing with me and get to the door, he will be there just tapping his foot, wondering why you took so long."
He shakes his head, about to walk off, "This is going to be a very long eternity."
I laugh as I talk with Sam. He asks, "You enjoy unnerving him, don't you?"
I grin, "Immensely so. Wouldn't you, if you were me?"
He laughs, "Yes, I believe I would."
I kiss his cheek, "Thank you, for helping me cook."
He smiles, "I enjoy it."
Katie comes in yawning and stretching, "Ummm, I smell food and coffee!"
I tell her, "Yes, go sit. Vin got your juice and coffee ready on the table."
Just then she jumped because she noticed Sam, "Ok, umm...hi, Sam."
He chuckles, "Good morning, Katie."
She says, "Not that I mind, but why do we have company?"
I have to think of something, "Oh, the story I'm working on; I thought we'd eat first." It's not a complete lie. I am the ultimate story that no one can read.
She relents, "Fine by me. I'll eat and then I'm going to the spa." I had forgotten that today was her monthly spa day. It's good because we will need privacy. We all took the food into the dining room. Sam and I made a bit of everything, Tapas style. Whatever doesn't get eaten, I can repurpose the leftovers. We all made small talk about the food. Katie asked if Eric was part of my story, too. He said that he was. It's not a lie. He is. Hell, he is the reason we all met.
Eric had a surprised look on his face after he took a bite of a waffle that I made, "This is quite good, I'd like the recipe for the waffle batter later."
Vincent and I both chuckle because we know that Eric just realized that he can taste my food. Vin asks, "Do we have any more of those cheesecake things left?"
I laugh, "Yes, in the fridge. I have created a monster!"
We all laugh. We idly chat about trivial things until Katie dresses and leaves. Sam says, "I will help with the dishes." I'm not used to having any help, but I would be stupid to tell him no. He starts scraping the plates clean.
"Thanks," I say, as I go to the kitchen and fill the sink with soapy water. I hold my hand out and wish for the plates that had been cleared of food. They fly to my hand and stack. The guys all stared. I shrugged as I started washing them.
Vincent says, "Yeah, forgot to mention she can do things like that since she turned 25."
Eric adds, "That's a witch's ability, but requires a spell to be spoken. We know that she doesn't smell like a witch, but we can't completely rule it out. She could be a pure vampire but none exist that I know of. Plus, she doesn't require any blood."
Vincent tells Sam, "Her blood isn't like a vampire's but it's not anything I know."
Sam glares at Vincent, "You didn't!"
I take Sam's hand, "No, he didn't."
Vin looks at Sam, "She's my mate, I'd never hurt her!"
"Sam, our kind can't harm our mate. It's as if a force field prevents us from doing that. He won't ever purposely harm her," Eric adds.
I want to ease some of the tension in the room, so I change the subject, "Eric, you could taste the food, couldn't you?"
He nods, "Yes, but I don't know how that is possible."
Sam laughs, so Vincent says, "If you think it's so simple then you explain."
Sam grins, "Our girl loves to cook. She puts a bit of herself into it, just like she does with her writing. Why did you both seek out Midnight Rose? She is why you both can taste and feel."
I think he's onto something, "The age-old saying, you can tell the difference between a dish made with love and one not." They all nod as Sam's grin widens.
"I am going to ask a few questions. Vincent, what does her blood taste like?" Eric asks.
"The sea and roses," Vincent says.
"Her lips?" Eric inquires.
Vincent licked his lips before answering, "Better and sweeter than strawberry wine."
"Sam, how does she smell to you?" Eric asks.
"Like a flowering meadow at twilight that I pray to get lost in," Sam dreamily says.
Eric chuckles before he turns to me, "So, Midnight Rose, seems very fitting, doesn't it?"
I look him in the eyes, "But that's not why I picked it."
He nods, "I know. But it's why it suits you. Okay, myself and Vincent know why Eva is our mate. How do you know, Sam?"
Sam rubs circles on my hand as he talks, "Well, her scent piqued my interest. I smelled her long before I saw her. Then our eyes met. Hers glowed a beautiful green, like a grassy meadow. I just knew. My life flashed, with her in it. We call it imprinting. It only happens with our mate and only once in a lifetime."
I am near breaking, "No offense, but why…just why…I can't be sitting with the fact that I have three mates and that I'm not human, to boot. This is a lot. It's too much!"
Vincent takes my hand and escorts me to my room, "Eva, please breathe. I think we should get changed and then we can all go outside. We will figure everything out. You're not alone in this!" I know I'm not alone, but I feel like an alien; as if I don't even know myself. They know what they are and what abilities they have. I'm a wildcard and a walking time bomb unless we can figure this out, and fast!