The Powerful Pride of an Immortal (Immortal Supers Book 4) Kurtis Eckstein (psychology books to read TXT) 📖

talking to her, my tone becoming more polite when I recalled again that she had the capacity to hear my every thought. I was still having a pants issue, but it’s not like I could just go take care of it with her around. Not to mention, I was sure I’d be presentable very soon, because there was nothing like unexpected company to sober you up.

However, she didn’t respond at all, appearing to be sound asleep.

Dammit, there was no way I was going to let her sleep in the car. Was it possible she just didn’t have a place to stay tonight? I wasn’t sure.

Normally, I might be hesitant to let someone I barely knew inside the house, even though I’d be awake all night and this person was associated with someone I felt like I could trust, because I had two kids to worry about. However, with it only being Lexi and Heidi here, I didn’t have the same hesitation.

Quite the opposite.

I was not going to let her sleep in the car.

Marching for the door, I opened it up and stepped outside to walk over. She continued to appear asleep, so I paused for a moment, before tapping on the windshield.

Her ear flinched.

Like, she had normal looking ears, but it totally just flinched like a cat.

I knocked again, harder this time.

Still no response.

Finally, I reached inside with an astral limb to give her leg a small tug, but the moment I began wrapping around her ankle, her eyes popped open and she glared at me.

My heart skipped a beat in my chest.

Her sclera was pitch black, and her usually pale green irises were vivid white. No, they were glowing, like the moon.

“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, her voice muffled through the window.

It took me a second to recover. I honestly wasn’t sure how I was feeling right now, but her glowing white gaze was just so intense and alarming, that all I could do was stare. Did this always happen at night? But her eyes looked normal before, when we were driving home.

Did it have anything to do with the moon rising? Except it was almost a new moon, barely the tiniest sliver of it present in the sky, so I wasn’t sure that could be it. Or did it even matter?

Or maybe because there was no light out, not even from the headlights?

“I said, let go,” she hissed again.

I finally did as she asked, clearing my throat and trying to focus on why I’d come out here.

Oh yeah, that’s right.

“Why are you still here?” I demanded.

Her white eyes narrowed, the black pupils enlarging slightly. She didn’t respond.

I finally crossed my arms, just staring her down.

“Fine,” she snapped. “I’m here as a lookout. Shouldn’t that be obvious?”

“Okay, fine,” I replied. “Then come inside and sleep on the couch.”

“No.”

“You said you trust me, right? You should know I’m not going to touch or–”

“You just did,” she snapped.

I rolled my eyes. “Just come inside and stop being stubborn.”

“No.”

“How long are you going to be doing this?” I asked seriously. “Only tonight?”

She just glared at me.

I held her gaze, knowing what her lack of response meant. At least she wasn’t lying to me.

I appreciated that.

“Fine,” she snapped, abruptly sitting up and scooting toward the door. She opened it up so fast that I was sure she was trying to hit me, but I managed to get out of the way just barely in time. She then slammed it shut and stomped past me, not appearing to have any bags or anything else with her, and marched right into the house.

Damn, seriously?

I followed after her, just in time to see her plop down on the FRIL couch. She barely even hesitated, as if she knew exactly where it would be. But then again, with access to my thoughts, that was probably sincerely the case.

Sighing, I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath.

“Do you want a blanket or p–”

“No,” she snapped.

“Dammit, at least take your shoes off,” I snapped back.

She immediately pressed her toes against one heel, followed by the other, knocking her short military-style boots onto the floor. Seriously, was she just pissed about something? Because now I was skeptical that she was really older than she looked.

Sighing heavily, I glanced into the kitchen, seeing that Freya had truly left in a hurry. The enchiladas I made earlier were still sitting on the counter, completely untouched, minus the couple on plates. I then noticed Lily’s phone as well, lying on the table, deciding I should go ahead and take out her personal microchip and make sure mine was still working.

After all, most of the phone was basically just a monitor nowadays. And with mine being broken, I’d just go ahead, take hers, and buy her a brand new one.

Pulling out my damaged device, I first examined the hole in it, only to recall that my clothes were full of holes too, with just a hint of blood around the edges. Dammit, I probably looked like an idiot. I’d just sat around talking to Jackie, followed by seeing Winter, and here I was practically wearing rags.

Taking out Lily’s chip and inserting my own, I was relieved to see my home screen load. Currently, it displayed a winter picture that Lexi took for us just after I asked Freya to marry me when we went sledding. I was holding onto her, while Lily was holding up Freya’s hand and doing an exaggerated look of shock and surprise.

It was adorable.

And I missed them both. I didn’t like not having them home.

Unlocking my phone, I called Freya. It had gotten kind of late, but I’d honestly be a little surprised if they were asleep already.

It rang four times before she picked up, almost going to voicemail.

“Hey Sam,” she said, sounding a little winded. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to check up on you. Did you make it alright?”

“Yep,” she replied, taking a deep breath. “What about you? Are you home? What about