Page 52 of Blade
“That’s so romantic.”
I love this, and Imogen grins. “Is it the same for you and Blade?”
“No.”
Is it hot in here?
I shift in my seat. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful to him. He rescued me and has been amazing, but, well?—”
“You don’t think of him in that way.”
Cassie blows out a breath, appearing disappointed.
“To be honest, guys–”
I sigh. “It’s probably the other way around.”
“No way!”
Imogen shakes her head. “The fact he walked you to the door and waited until the door closed, isn’t the sign of an uninterested man.”
“I think you’re wrong.”
I’m miserable inside because more than anything, I want Blade to show any kind of interest in me as a woman and not a project.
“He’s just my babysitter and probably can’t wait to get back to well–”
“Whoring around.” Cassie groans. “Don’t worry, Delilah, we understand how it works here and the single Reapers are in demand. It’s probably why we are banned from the bar. I mean, we are aware of what goes on though. We grew up here, but it’s not what you think.”
“In what way?”
I lean forward, desperate to learn what the real deal is here, and Imogen interrupts, “My mom met Flash in the Reaper bar. She was one of their broken angels, and Flash took a liking to her, and she to him. Ryder warned him off, but he went there anyway, and the rest is history.”
Cassie nods. “Then there’s Jet and Lucy. He was sent to bodyguard her, and they ended up returning to the compound as a couple. It happens, you see. Why won’t it happen for you and Blade?”
“Because he may not want me. I’m just another job to him.”
“I’m not so sure, honey. Just carry on being you and look out for the signals. I’m guessing Blade can’t voice his emotions and it’s probably cutting him open inside.”
Imogen giggles. “The proof will be in the Reaper bar. If someone hits on you, it would be interesting to see Blade’s reaction to that.”
I think back to his interruption when Britney mentioned pick and mix in the cafeteria, and a small spark of hope kindles inside me.
The door slams, and an attractive woman heads inside with a kind smile.
“Hi, girls.”
Imogen grins. “This is my mom, Jennifer.”
She turns to her mother. “This is Delilah.”
“It’s great to meet you, honey.” Her smile is warm. “I have a lot to thank you for. You were incredibly brave to approach Drake and help him expose Angela Constable. We owe you Imogen’s life.”
“I didn’t really…”
She holds up her hand. “Nothing will persuade me otherwise.”
She appears concerned. “I understand you lost your memory. That must suck.”
