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Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 125

  Evelyn’s POV

  Looking around, I find we are in what appears to be a little studio. The smell of incense hung strong in the air; beaded curtains covered a door leading somewhere. Tie-dyed bedspread and rugs, it is a very artsy looking room.

  “What did you do?” I ask, wondering how we appeared from thin air from one place to another.

  “We misted, or as you humans like to say, teleported,” Amara says like it was no big deal. She walks over to a dresser, pulling some clothes out before handing them to me. Taking the shirt off, I quickly pull the track pants on and singlet. Amara watching me the entire time I get changed, making me feel self-conscious.

  “You have lovely breasts,” she comments, making me feel awkward.

  “Thanks” I say, looking away from her and her awkward remark. “Where are we?”

  “My parent’s house. They turned the back room of the shed into a studio for me,” she answers before sitting on her bed. I sit on the chair at the desk. “On the plus side, they won’t leave you long, especially now they have marked you,” Amara tells me.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, curious.

  “Now that they have marked you, you will go into heat. And to answer your next question, I brought you here hoping to lure my brother home,” she tells me, which was my next question.

  “So you can see the future?” I ask, and she nods before chewing her nail. “Can you see mine?” I ask and I watch her eyes glow brightly and it looks like she is looking straight through me before looking away.

  “The future isn’t so easy to see. Things change. Decisions change. I get glimpses or sometime memories like that burn on your back and how you got it. I don’t like looking in the future because it can change its path, not something to be meddled with,” she says, not adding anything further on the subject.

  “So, your parents know I am here?” I ask and she shakes her head.

  “No, but they will in 3… 2… 1…” The door suddenly opens, and a blonde woman walks in, one haven’t seen before.

  “Hey Aunty B.”

  “Amara?” she asks, her eyes darting to me before she sniffs the air. “You didn’t?“ she says not even hiding her shock at me being kidnapped.

  “I did, and I regret nothing. It will work I have seen it,” Amara tells her.

  “And ends with whose funeral?” The woman asks.

  “No ones. Evelyn, this is my aunty Bianca. She also stays here. Well, until she can’t handle the noise inside the house.”

  I watch as Bianca sniffs the air. “She is marked Amara; he is going to go ballistic.”

  Amara shrugs. “He won’t hurt me, and I will kick his ass if he tries.”

  Bianca watches me carefully, cocking her head to the side. “Your scent smells familiar for some reason; I just can’t put my finger on it,“ she says walking over to me before dipping her face in the crook of neck and sniffing me.

  “Hmm, odd,“ she says pulling back while I eye her like she is a nutter. Who walks up sniffing people?

  “So why are you here in my studio?” Amara asks her.

  “You really need to ask? They have been going at it like rabbits, and there are some things I really don’t want to listen to my sister doing,” Bianca says before shuddering. Amara snorts before laughing.

  “Exactly why I live out here,“ she says, a silly grin on her face.

  “Oops, sounds like they stopped. Let’s go say hi,” Bianca says, tugging my arm and pulling me out the door which leads into a shed with some luxury cars.

  Walking out, I see an enormous house with stone walls and massive veranda, paddocks, and gardens surrounded the entire property. Bianca pulls me up some stairs before opening the door and singing out.

  “Hope your decent; we have a guest,“ she says before pulling me into a lounge room with a fireplace and lounges. I look around it was very homely with heaps of pictures on the walls. Walking over to one, I see Amara and Thaddeus when they were younger, playing in a puddle of water, drenched and wearing yellow raincoats and gumboots. They looked to be about 8 to 10-years-old. Hearing movement upstairs, I look up before Amara walks in the front door.

  “Coffee?” she asks. I nod before following her and Bianca into a kitchen much like the one back home. In fact, a lot was similar on the inside to what was at home, making me wonder if Thaddeus had designed it because he misses being home. Sitting on a stool at the island bench, Amara makes coffee, setting 6 mugs out. Grabbing mine, I take a sip just as Imogen and two men walk in with a startling resemblance to Thaddeus. The men freeze, but Imogen walks over and hugs me.

  “Mum, gross. You were doing god knows what with my fathers, and now you come over and hug her, leaving your sex scent all over her? I have to share a room with her,” Amara scolds her mother, making Imogen chuckle.

  “Your brother is going to love knowing your sharing a room with his mate,” Imogen tells her, making me confused. I thought Thaddeus liked his sister.

  “Evelyn, these two are my mates and Thaddeus fathers. Tobias and Theo or you can call them dad whichever you prefer.”

  “Hi,” I say giving them a brief wave. They were both handsome and looked to be the same age as their son. I don’t know how I am ever going to get used to people looking the same age as Thaddeus yet refer to them as his parents. I did notice, though, Tobias didn’t take his eyes off me. Watching me before cocking his head to the side.

  “Does Thaddeus know she is here?” he asks, turning to his daughter.

  “He will soon,” she says, and his father pinches the bridge of his nose.

  “Amara, you can’t just kidnap people, especially since she is marked and unmated. Your brother is going to go on a rampage,” He scolds her.

  “I doubt it, he won’t want to risk her getting hurt,” Imogen tells him. I see his other father sniff the air before his mouth falls open.

  “She is human,” he states, looking at me like I was the strangest thing he come across.

  “Why does everyone keep saying that? You are aware half the earth is human, right?” I ask, making Imogen chuckle.

  “Yes, dear we know that. Just you’re probably the first human ever to be fated to a supernatural,“ she says, making me confused.

  “Is that a bad thing?” I ask.

  “No, just means Thaddeus has to be careful is all. He could easily kill you or hurt you. Not that I want to scare you,” she answers, making me regret asking.

  ‘God, she smells familiar,” Tobias says, making me look at him as he walks over sitting on the stool next to me. Now that he was closer, I could see burns going up his arm and over his chest.

  “My burns gross you out?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “No, I have my own,” I tell him, flicking my hair over my shoulder and showing him. He smiles, realising we have something in common.

  “Yeah, she killed someone. Not so innocent looking now, is she, dad?” Amara says making my mouth fall open. “Don’t worry, he totally deserved it,” she adds.

  “Don’t snoop into people’s pasts, Amara. It is rude,” Imogen tells her. Amara rolls her eyes at her mother, and mother’s lips twitch before she presses them in a thin line, annoyed. Note to self: don’t roll my eyes at his mother.

  I notice Bianca staring at me again strangely, like she was trying to figure something out. “Where are you from?” she asks curiously.

  “What do you mean? I am from the Parse City.” She looks thoughtful a second.

  “She smells familiar, I can’t put my finger on it,” says Bianca, and I see Tobias agree with her.

  “So Amara, what is your grand scheme?” Theo, Thaddeus’s father, asks, eyeing me worriedly.

  “No scheme. Mum wanted him home, so I thought what better way than to kidnap his mate,“ she says cockily, walking over to me and wrapping her arms over my shoulders like we are best buddies.

  ‘Yeah, go on, Amara. You’re really going to be pushing his buttons leaving your scent all over her,” Bianca warns her, making me confused.

  “So, tell us a bit about yourself, Evelyn,” Tobias says, his eyes darting to Bianca for a second, which I thought was odd. Like they were having a secret conversation.

  “Not much to tell. I grew up all over Parse, worked at a café, then Thaddeus and Ryland stumbled across me,” I answer, not wanting to share all my secrets.

  “So you lived nowhere else?” Tobias asks.

  “Nope, grew up in foster care, shipped from one house to another,” I answer honestly without giving too many details away.

  “Foster care? What happened to your parents?” Bianca asks, and I find everyone staring at me like I just grew a second head.

  “No idea, I was dropped at a church when I was a baby.”

  “A church?” she asks, her eyes going wide.

  “Yep, an old nun convent just outside the city,” I tell them, and Bianca shoots a look to Tobias. “Is something wrong?” I ask, wondering why they keep eyeing each other every time I answer their questions.

  “No, nothing, just curious,” Bianca answers. I had a sneaking suspicion she was lying, though. Tobias gets up walking out a few minutes later so does Bianca. Theo and Imogen watch them go before Imogen turns to me.

  “Well, why don’t you get cleaned up and get some sleep and we can all chat in the morning. That’s if my son hasn’t destroyed my house by then,” she states, shooting Amara a death glare. Amara chuckles before grabbing my hand.

  “You can sleep in my room, like a slumber party. But without the party,” she tells me, pulling me into the lounge room.

  I see Bianca and Tobias talking on the stairs. They stop, both looking at me.

  “Good night, Evelyn,” Tobias says, and I see Imogen come out and eye them, giving them a look I couldn’t decipher.

  I follow Amara back to her little studio. “Your parents seem nice.”

  “They are. They worry too much, though. Worry Thaddeus will attack me when he realises, I took you.”

  “And you’re not worried?” I ask. She shakes her head.

  “No, he knows I wouldn’t let harm come to one of his mates,“ she says before pulling the door shut. She walks into her room before opening a door I didn’t see before, which is a small bathroom. She hands me a towel. “You can shower if you want. I will find you some pyjamas,” she tells me, and I walk in, turning the shower on and closing the door.

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