Aine: *I had been spent most of the
morning rearranging the things that Satora's clean up crew had so thoughtfully "put away" for me. They had actually done a fairly good job with their clean up, most people wouldn't have known anything had happened here. I, on the other hand, could smell the gun powder and see everything that had been misplaced. Looking around I still didn't know what they had been so interested in. Grabbing a few books, I climb up onto a small ladder to put them back on a top shelf*
Dia: *Entering the store I chuckle to myself. The female was
always up on a ladder. Quietly walking to the base of the ladder I place my
hands on her hips* Careful female, I'd hate for you to fall a break your pretty
little neck.
Aine: *quickly turning around at his touch, losing my footing and
bouncing down the ladder on my ass and straight into his arms* Do you HAVE to
scare me every time you come in here? Jesus, I'm gonna put a damn bell around
your neck or something!
Dia: *Snorts. Quickly setting the female on her feet and stepping
away* I'm not a kept animal. I only stopped by to check on the store. I see
everything is in order. Was there anything missing?
Aine: *moves out of his reach as soon as he steps away* Not that I can tell, but I'm still
finding things all over the shop that are out of place. *moving over to stand
in front of one of my locked display cases* The lock on this case was damaged
though, but nothing was taken.
Dia: *Peering into the the glass case, chewing my lip in thought.*
What is in here that would be of interest? Last time I checked with an interior
decorator ancient Greek decor has long been out of style. *Reaching in and
taking the jar looking at the bottom* Besides one can find these in any five
and dime store.
Aine: *grabs the jar he so carelessly tips upside down* DIA! That is NOT Greek and it was NOT cheap! *gently placing the heirloom back into the case and closing the glass door* That has been in my family for generations and is priceless! That's why it's locked up and also why its NOT for sale! *turning away from his questioning expression* Look, I don't know what they wanted or why they are so interested in me...I mean my shop. Daddy said that he has added extra security so it won't happen again.
Dia: Oh well. I guess what is one persons junk is another ones treasure. Still there is something here that has caught their eyes. And I find it hard to believe it was the name of this store. There are many humans that try to make a dollar off all things Breed. *Runs my fingers along the glass case looking at the contents* According to the security data the warriors were interested in the contents of this display case. Why my dear? Can you enlighten me?
Aine: *sitting down in a chair, tucking my legs up, absentmindedly
rubbing over the mark on my ankle. Staring at the case ~Surely they couldn't
know anything. Those secrets have been buried for far too long~ Losing myself
in thought, I don't notice him moving closer to me*
Dia: *Looking down at Aine, she looks a little pale. Arching a
brow when I see her tattoo* You know a Breed knows the difference between a
fake Breedmate and a real one. And if this is some stupid game you are playing
then all you are doing is inviting trouble,
Aine: *snorts* Like I would bother to get a stupid tattoo just to
trick someone. *gasping as I realize what I just said. Standing, I quickly put
distance between us and busy myself with organizing things again ~Shit shit
SHIT! Daddy's gonna KILL me!~ ducking down behind the counter, hoping he'll
just leave and not question me*
Dia: *Rounding the corner I lean down and inhale deep. Smelling nothing I straighten myself and chuckle* Don't be so nervous. I understand a humans needs to want to live forever. But all your kind is to us is a food source, nothing more. * Walking back over to the case I reach in and take the
ceramic jar along with a metal bracelet* I'm taking these. I'll return them when I
find out why those warriors are interested in them. Good day Aine.
Aine: *letting out my breath at his words, silently thanking God for my ability to conceal my breedmate scent. Standing to see what he had taken, calling out to him as he starts to leave* If there is even the TINIEST of scratches on either of those Meison will have your ass for
it! *growling at his
chuckle, I pull out my phone and send daddy a text :txt: Dia took some things from
the shop. He also saw my mark, but I concealed so he thinks it's just a
tattoo. We NEED TO TALK! :snd: Pocketing my phone, I silently curse myself for allowing him to
see my mark as I go back to work*
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