Sasha's Lion (11 page)

He stayed at his club and finished catching up on
his paper work so he could spend all day with Sasha tomorrow. He tried not to
think about what she said and what she thought. He hoped when he saw her
tomorrow she would have calmed down.

****

Sasha was pissed. She could see by the expression on
Savron’s
face and the way the he acted that he still
wasn’t comfortable with her age and their age difference. She’d watched when
she’d asked for a tour of the club, and she could see on his face that he
didn’t want to show her. He didn’t want to get to into trouble by having an
underage woman in his club. He was annoyed with what fate had given
him, that
he had been given a mate ten years younger than he
was.
A woman who was still at school.
A woman who was busy dancing and studying.

Sasha had moved in with Savron so they could spend
more time together, to help them to get to know one another. But she was busy
with school and dancing, and Savron had the club and saving the world from all
the bad creatures.

Tonight when Savron had picked her up from dancing
and taken her to one of his club Sasha had been excited. She thought he was
going to show her a part of his world, a part that didn’t matter if she was
human or not. At the night club she couldn’t get hurt by the bad creatures.

Sasha felt like she was inferior. She looked out the
back seat window as
Zeck
drove out of Vegas city and
to the suburbs. Savron hadn’t shown her anything of his life outside of his
family and house. Sure he’d explained the vampires, boogie-men, trolls, and
leprechauns, but he hadn’t said how he fought them or how the creatures got
here and many other things. The other night when Savron had come home with a
deep scratch on his face he’d told her hardly anything. She should have asked
more questions, but deep down she really wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
Sasha’s view of the world and life in general had already changed, and she
wasn’t sure she was ready for any more changes.

Sasha told herself he was looking after her. Savron
didn’t tell her much about what he did because he didn’t want her to worry
about things, and she was fine at the moment with that, but she wanted to know
about his other job of helping run the night clubs
his family
owned
. Sasha knew she was underage, but what would it have hurt Savron
for him to show her around the club? She wasn’t asking him to buy her an
alcoholic drink.

“Where should we go? Emily
Roderson
is having a party. Do you all want to go?”
Zeck
yelled over the music that was blasting.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Sasha looked over
at Jess, who sat next to her staring at her.

“Are you okay?” Jess asked as she patted her leg.

“Argh, yeah.”
Sasha forced a smile to her face and placed her hand over Jess’s. She looked up
at Travis, who’d turned around to see what their choice would be.

“Let’s go to the party. Isn’t that what normal eighteen-year-olds
do in America since you can’t get into clubs?”
 
She cringed as even she heard the bitterness in her voice.

Jess squeezed her hand, and Travis winked at her.

“Australia is eighteen like Europe and Canada?”
Travis asked.

Sasha nodded. “Yes. Although I’ve had a fake ID since
I was sixteen.”

“Cool. Have you used it in the clubs here?”
Zeck
asked.

“Sure, a couple of times.
I
went out a couple of weeks ago with some of my dance friends.” She grit her
teeth as images from that night came back to her, and she suddenly didn’t feel
very social. “Do any of you three have fake IDs?”

Jess shook her head, and Travis turned back to face
the front.
“Um, no.
We’ve never really felt the need
for one. Do you like the night clubs, ‘
cos
I could
totally get one?
”

Sasha grinned. “Travis, you don’t need to get one.
Night clubs aren’t all that. They’re not much different from a packed house
party. Well, there is less dancing room and a lot more drunk people, and you
spend a lot more on alcohol, but other than that not much different.”

Jess giggled. “I don’t believe you, but thanks for
not making us feel like losers.”

“Don’t talk stupid. You’re not losers. If you’re
losers then that means I am, and I’m not.”

The car parked to the side of the street. Up
ahead
Sasha could hear loud music and see the people milling
around out the front.

“Come on. Let’s go have some fun.”

Sasha got out of the car and grabbed Travis and
Jess, dragging them to the party. “Come on. Losers don’t go to fun parties like
this. Let’s go have some fun.”

Sasha arrived at the house party and told herself
she was going to have fun. She wasn’t going to worry about school, homework,
dancing, and all the other crazy stuff in her life. Sasha would have a Savron-free
night.
A carefree night.

Chapter
Eight

Sasha groaned as sunlight splashed onto her face. She
rolled over only to squeal at the sight on her other side.
Zeck
lay on the bed staring at her. She sat up and gasped as she stared down at
herself in her bra and undies. She looked around the room to see it wasn’t hers
and Savron’s either.

She covered herself with the sheet. “Where am I?”

“You’re at my place. You were too drunk last night
to tell me the directions to your house. You also told me three different addresses.”

Sasha nodded. She remembered most of last night,
even though she wished she didn’t.

“Why didn’t you just use my phone to call Savron? He
would have come and picked me up.”

Zeck
turned a light shade of pink. “Um, I didn’t think of that. I brought you back
to my house.”

She clutched the sheet to her tighter. “Was I
clothed when you helped me into your bed? This is your bed, isn’t it?

“Yes, it’s my bed. And yes, you were clothed. You
took your cl—”
 

A banging on the door interrupted him.
“
Zeck
, honey.
A phone in your
girlfriend’s bag has been ringing all morning. Why don’t you two come down for
breakfast? I made pancakes, and your girlfriend can call back the people who
are trying to contact her.”

Sasha groaned and told herself that it couldn’t
possible get any
worse,
and she should look on the
bright side. At least she kept her bra and undies on and didn’t sleep naked
like she had since she’d met
Savron
.

“
Thanks,
Mum. Give us a
couple of minutes, and we’ll be down.”

Closing her eyes, she hoped it would stop the
throbbing pain in her head. She flinched when she felt
Zeck’s
hands on her arm. Getting out of bed she wrapped the sheet around herself and
gasped at the sight of his morning boner.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She turned her back and searched
the floor for her clothes. She found her shirt in the corner and her black
pants on the floor by her feet. Grabbing both clothes she found her
Ugg
boots at the end of the bed.

Keeping her back turned from
Zeck
she asked, “Ah, is there a bathroom close so I can change?”

“Yeah, it’s the door to your left. I share a
bathroom with my brother, so lock it on both sides. I’ll meet you downstairs
once you’re dressed.”

Sasha nodded and walked into the bathroom. Locking
the other door she did her business, got dressed, and cleaned herself up as
much as possible, before she slowly made her way down the stairs.

She followed the smell of food to a yellow kitchen. An
older woman in a pink apron, cream pants and a light purple top placed butter
on a round six seat table.
Zeck
sat in a
chair,
and a guy a year or two younger than
Zeck
sat next to him on one side, and a grey-haired man sat
with his back to her. The woman looked up at her,
a bright
smile lighting up her face.

Oh
shit,
Sasha
thought. That look didn’t bode well.

“Holy shit, bro!
How the
hell did you get a girlfriend that looks like that?”

Sasha looked around for her bag and an escape as the
younger boy whacked
Zeck
on the back. “I’m not his
girl—”

She was cut off by
Zeck’s
mother. “Benjamin. I don’t want to hear that language in my house.” She went to
Sasha and grabbed her arm pulling her to the table. “Come on, sit. Eat.”

Sasha did as she was told and promised herself she
would never drink again. She also needed to have a conversation with
Zeck
, to clear up that she wasn’t his girlfriend. She was
only his friend, and that wouldn’t ever change.

She sat and a plate was placed before her.

“
Zeck
hasn’t told us your
name? I’m Sandra Cunningham, and this,”
Zeck’s
mother
pointed to the man with his face in the paper, “is Daniel Cunningham.”

“Nice to meet you both.
I’m
Sasha
Brentno
. Thank y—” Sasha heard her phone. It sat
on the kitchen bench.

“Sasha, you are popular. That’s been ringing all
morning.”

“I’m so sorry. You don’t mind if I answer it and
call them back?”

“Go ahead. It’s your phone.”

 
Sasha smiled
and almost ran to her phone. The ringing had stopped, but when she pulled it
out she saw she had fourteen missed calls, and ten of those were Savron. He
would be worried about her, especially with them having their first little
fight. Dialing his number she debated what she would tell him.

“Where the hell are you?” Savron yelled at her.

“I’m at a friend’s.”

“Why didn’t you call me and tell me? What’s the
address? I’m coming to get you now.”

Sasha knew with him worked up the way he was, if he
found out it was
Zeck’s
house he’d probably kill him,
even with his parents here. Savron was way too jealous. And now with her stupid
behavior he had a right to be. God, she was an idiot, but she didn’t want to cause
a bigger scene with the
Cunninghams
.

“No. Stay. I’ll come to you.”

A loud roar was her response, before Savron growled,
“Please. I’ve been going crazy with worry.”

She sighed. “Fine, but you have to promise you’ll be
nice no matter what.”

There was silence on the other end for a long time
before she heard, “Okay, I promise.”

She held the phone away and turned to
Zeck’s
family. “Can I have your address please?”

Sandra told her the address and added that she or
Zeck
would be happy to drive her home.

“Thanks for the offer, but Savron is happy to pick
me up.”

Zeck
frowned, and his mother raised her eyebrow for a moment. Sasha just smiled. She
wasn’t going to explain to
Zeck’s
parents who Savron
was. She was already extremely embarrassed about the situation she was in.

****

Savron had been brutal last night when he fought a
boogie-man and later trolls, thanks to the fight with Sasha. His lion and he
were on edge. He knew the fight was over age difference, a subject that seemed
to still be a touchy subject.

He’d gotten home last night thinking he would find
her waiting up for him ready to argue or talk over what had happened, but she
wasn’t. Sasha wasn’t even in their bed.

Savron rang Sasha’s mobile twice, and she didn’t
answer. Then he tried his sister, who said she’d seen her at a house party with
her drama friends. So he’d waited up all night. At seven o’clock he’d started
ringing Sasha again, and she didn’t answer.

Savron was getting worried. It was now nine o’clock,
and he hadn’t heard anything from Sasha. Savron knew she was pissed off with
him, but he didn’t think Sasha would stay the night away from him. He’d called
her cell again, and it went to voice mail.
 
His lion was itching to break free and go find their mate, and Savron
was at the stage where he was going to let him.

His phone rang, and Savron almost smashed the phone
in his hurry to answer it. Savron really didn’t mean to yell at her, but he’d
been so worried. He got the address of where she was, and even before she hung
up he was out the door and on his way.

A two-storey brick house with a nice manicured lawn
in a good suburb was what he pulled up to ten minutes later. His could smell
Sasha’s desert rose scent and three other males and one female even before he
got out of his car.
 

Savron got out of his car slamming his car door in
frustration at the situation he was in, as he could also smell that the
occupants were all human. Stomping to the front door he took a couple of deep
breaths to calm himself before he knocked on the door.