My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 13

"I knew you would be in here, little mouse."

"Finished work for the day?" Lyra closes the book and gives Jaze a smile. It has been little over a

week since the tour and Jaze welcomed her home. Since then this has really been home and

Jaze makes sure to spend time with her every day. Usually the library is the place to go during

the hours he has to work so no surprise he found her there.

"More like for the moment, sneaked away but I hope to get the rest of the day off." He says

with a hearty chuckle. "I came here hoping you would join me for lunch?"

"I would be happy to."

"And there's someone I'd like you to meet." Hearing that made the book fall out of her hands

and fear starts to seep into her body. Meeting a new person was something she never

liked. New people always meant more of everything that is bad. "None of that now." Warm

arms wrap around her and the fear slowly subsides until it no longer controls her thoughts.

"Nothing bad is going to happen." Nodding she give him a weak smile. "He is a friend of mine.

Promise you won’t leave me after tasting his food?" He jokes trying to ease her fears. Together

they stand up and she takes his hand before following him towards the kitchen where this

heavenly aroma greets them.

"Nice of you to finally join." a deep, masculine, yet melodic voice says.

"Don't act like such a grumpy grandpa. You should cut down on your lemons, they make you so

sour."

"Ha ha you’re such a comedian Jaze."

"Hearing you finally admit that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I knew you loved me

beneath that sour exterior of yours."

"Just sit your fat ass down and occupy that big mouth of yours with food instead."

"Manners Lydoran, manners." Jaze scolds playfully knowing very well that he sounds like an

obnoxious kid. From the sidelines, still holding hands with Jaze Lyra observes the back and forth

bickering between the two of them with interest. First, she thought they were arguing but

quickly thought otherwise when both smiled. While standing in her own world she failed to

notice when the bickering stopped and attention shifted towards her instead so when it

suddenly got silent, she looks up. Two nearly black eyes and two unusual grey, almost silver,

colored eyes look back at her, one amused and the other intrigued.

"Lyra, this is Lydoran. Lydoran meet Lyra." Jaze introduces.

"So, this is the little stray kitten who wandered the storm?"

"Hello, I'm Lyra." She introduces holding out her hand for him to shake. What she really wanted

to do was to run and hide somewhere.

"Don't be afraid kitten." Gently taking her hand he shakes it. "It’s nice to meet you. Come, time

to eat."

Following Jaze she takes a seat next to Jaze but sneaks a curious glance at Lydoran. Just like Jaze

he is tall and well built. Guessing she would put him around the same age too. He has a little