Savage Mates novel Chapter 94

Chapter Ninety-Four: Rules are made to be broken

I stopped in front of apartment 2B, looking at the shiny golden letters on the dark cherry wood door. Rock music played inside the apartment and I could picture my best friend. The kitchen was probably a mess, Charity was super bad about cleaning up as she cooked.

The sound of her off key singing was muffled by the door and I knew that she would be dancing while she cooked. She was always in motion, she always had an energy to her that seemed limitless. I had been halfway convinced that she had ADHD and no one had noticed it but me.

I could picture her in there with her hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head. Her lips spread in a smile as she did her thing. It was a scene I had walked into more times than I could count. I was still nervous to see her, but I knew that I could stand out here all morning.

Biting my lower lip, I brought my hand up and knocked on the door. It was best to just get it over with. I couldn’t put this off forever, even if a part of me wanted to. I worried that things were going to change between the two of us.

I was pretty sure that my friend was a shifter. That there was so much about her that I didn’t know.

It hurt that she hadn’t trusted me with this. There wasn’t a part of my life that I didn’t share with her. Yet, she had not trusted me enough to tell me her secret. She must have known that Jake was like her, but that was another thing she hadn’t told me.

It was beginning to feel like the world that I knew was all a lie. I just hoped there were no more shocking secrets that were going to come out about the world and the people closest to me. I didn’t know if I would be able to handle it if there was. Each thing! learned made me feel more and more like this was some very vivid hallucination.

The door swung open and Charity looked at me, wringing her hands together in front of her. Her pink lips spread into a wide smile, but I could see the worry in fear in her eyes that mirrored my own. She looked like I had thought she would. Her hair was all messy, piled on top of her head. Flour was smeared across the top of her cheek

She was wearing an oversized navy blue shirt that stopped at her thighs and her skin seemed to glow. My gaze moved down to the marks on her ankles and the ones at her wrist.

“You’re hurt?” I said, frowning at those marks. “Did he hurt you?”

“What, no,” she said, lifting up her hands and I realized that the bruises were healing but they wrapped around both her wrists and ankles. “Things got a little wild with Aaron last night, but it was all consenting.”

“That’s good.” I said, unsure of what I should say. I wasn’t bothered that she’d had kinky sex. I was one to yuck someone’s yum. I just couldn’t seem to press through my worry.

Charity’s eyes moved over me. Taking in the clothing that Jason had given me and the marks on both sides of my neck. She smoothed her hands over the front of her shirt, giving me a smile. “Good morning, Tillie. I hope you’re hungry. I made pancakes and coffee.”