Blood and Mate novel Chapter 8

She quickly put the bandage down, and started recording notes. Mumbling to herself, as she kept glancing up at me, and the blood filled bag.

"Ummm... is everything okay?" I asked, I was slowly starting to fill up with dread... why had I come here?

"Yes! Yes, everything is better than okay!" she beamed at me, whoa...bi-polar much? Narrowing my eyes at her, I silently asked her why.

"Oh... yeah, I seem to have a match to your blood! And you'll never guess who it is-"

"Please don't tell me!" I quickly pleaded with her, "I don't want to know"

"You... ahhh, you don't want a mate, do you?" she nodded, not even needing me to answer. Smiling at her, I was grateful she didn't judge me straight away.

"Neither do I- well at first I did, but then I found out my mate was killed a week before I found out who he was. I was so sad, I cried myself to sleep every night. But you know what? I moved on, I realised I didn't need a mate to live my life" she smiled faintly, as if recalling the memory.

"But don't you worry, you have an amazing mate- I know him personally myself" she chuckled. "I'll tell him who you are, but I won't tell you- you seem very persistent on not knowing"

"More like delaying" I corrected her "what's the point of fighting, when you know you'll lose? I just want to get out of here right now- and never come back"

She nodded in agreement, standing up she handed me a light green piece of paper folded in half.

"Don't open it of you don't want to know who your mate is. Show a friend maybe, but after that; leave it in your suitcase till you meet him" she advised me, pushing me towards the curtains-"here's my number if you are ever in trouble- and it's you mates fault" she smirked. "I'll give him a good bashing"

Beaming at her, I left the safety to the curtains, and exited the room, gripping the paper tightly. Turning the corner for Avery's room, I bumped into a maid- I seemed to be doing that a lot lately- and dropped the folded paper on the floor. Quickly muttering an apology to the maid, I dropped to the floor and picked up the paper.

But I didn't realise that it had unfolded, and 'his' name was in clear view. Gasping, I crawled away from the piece of paper, as if it had a disease. Right then, Avery came out of her room, and her eyes widened as she took in my appearance.