Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 59: Chapter 59

Fifty-seven minutes later
“Is this truth you speak?”
“Yeah. They are open twenty-four hours. The sign says so,” Heliodore grumbled over a mouth full of delicious, salty goodness.
“Anytime? I can get these rations, these French fries,” she said it better now, with more confidence now that she’d had practice.
“Yep,” he nodded.
“As much as I want?”
“They can always make more,” he sounded reasonable, but still she persisted.
“Anytime I desire?”
“They are open twenty-four hours,” he said, pointing to the sign.
Daeja stepped over to the sign that did, in fact, prominently display the glorious words “open 24 hours a day.” She could have wept with joy. Jennifer Dylluan had cleverly withheld this information.
Daeja growled just thinking the female’s name. Heliodore almost choked at the sound, grabbing her elbow, and hurrying her out the door.
“You can’t do that in public,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
“Do what?”
“The growling. Absolutely no growling. Normals don’t know about us,” he told her.
“Oh yes, sorry. I forgot.”
“What was it like in your Clan? Did the humans around you just accept his kind of thing?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, avoiding his curious stare.
“You know what I mean. When you were explaining to Caro and Jasper about the pregnancy, you used strange terms for marking time. Why is that?”
“I did not.”
Daeja said, avoiding his stare. True, she did slip up, revealing far too much about her alien status that was deemed appropriate. Jennifer had warned her about that.
Better to pretend to be from a secret, foreign Drakein Clan in some other coun-try, than tell the male she was from an entirely different planet. The same he and his brothers had hailed from.
How would they take the news that they were from a faraway solar system?
Probably not very well.
Heliodore cocked his head to one side and looked thoughtful. As if he were trying to recall something. She cleared her throat, digging into the paper sack she held. It was filled to the brim with salty French fries and her stomach was rumbling like mad.
“You really like fries, don’t you?” he asked, gifting her with another heart-stopping grin.
Oh, but he was handsome. Daeja nodded, munching away while she tried to remember if she had made any other mistakes in things she’d said.
“You know, Daeja, we really need to talk.”
“About what?” she asked, feigning ignorance.
“About you,” he started.
“I am boring. I would much rather talk about you.”
“Nah. I mean, where are you really from? You’ve never had French fries? And that accent of yours, I can’t seem to place it.”
“Accent?”
What accent? Her inner Drakein grumbled. Did he not like her speech? Did she sound foolish? Was something wrong with her?
“I mean, it is sexy, I gotta say,” he told her, his cheeks growing dusky with his admission.
“You think my accent is sexy?”
“Fuck yeah. I, mean, um, yes, I do,” he said, his gaze pinning her to the spot. “Fact is, Daeja, I’m not at all certain how to define my feelings for you, but I think I should warn you now. I’m not just protective of you.”
“You’re not?”
“No. It’s really unprofessional, and I admit, I have never felt this way about a client.”
“Good. I mean, good depending on how you feel, revolko,” she whispered, almost afraid of what he would say next.
Heliodore slowed his steps and turned to face her. He placed the sack of fried food on the hood of his car and placed his hands on his hips.
“I like you, Daeja.”
“You like me?”
“Yeah, I do. I like you the way a man likes a woman.”
“Explain,” she replied carefully.
“I wish I could,” he grumbled, then shook his head and shrugged his massive shoulders.
Should a female get shivers because of the way a male’s muscles rippled when he moved? Daeja was uncertain, but she definitely felt a tingling somewhere in her nether regions.
Grrrrr.
“I’m attracted to you, Daeja. It’s like something about you calls to the beast in me.”
“Maybe you should do something about that feeling, yes?” she asked, as a combination of hope and trepidation filled her.
It had always been her fondest wish to find her fated mate. Daeja would be considered lucky by her kind to mate a male like him. But there was much at stake.
Focus.
She had to rescue her apakein first. And the other females from Cas Viper’s evil grasp.
Maybe then she would be ready. Yes, her Drakein wanted this male. But she did not want to lose herself to his will, either.
“Anyway, if you want to be assigned to someone else,” he started, but she was already shaking her head.
“No,” she started, her anxiety skyrocketing at the prospect.
He was right to proceed with caution. But she also knew she wanted no other protecting her at this time.
“Okay,” he agreed, and her Drakein settled.
Once they were seated back inside his car, Daeja opened her sack of food rations and sniffed. She was salivating, and could not wait to dig in.
“Here,” Heliodore said, handing her a napkin.
“Mind if we chat while I drive?”
“Not at all.”
“Okay. So, first question, why do you call us Drakein when we are Wyverns? And why do you need protection?”
“Rations first, then I shall answer the difficult questions,” she said with her mouth full.
“Why is that difficult?”
“Revolko, I promise in time you will know all. But first, what is this?” she asked, lifting a small rectangular tub.
“Ha ha,” he chuckled again. “That is dipping sauce. But why don’t you wait till we are upstairs to try it out?”
“Agreed.”