Mimic (Wardens Legacies - Ancient Blood III)

3 - PHILLIP

"You are enamored with my son." Elizabeth began to speak the moment I had set foot in the hallway.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I opened the front door of the hotel and stepped out into the street. It was late, and only the drunks wondered the Avenue with their bottles of whiskey and gin.

"I saw the way he was looking at you. I could tell you wanted him to kiss you." If my ears were not deceiving me, it sounded like she was trying to pick on me for my clumsily verbal skills.

"Far from it Ms. Bradley," I whispered as I proceeded to make my way down the road till I stood in front of my home.

"I don't mind. Many women will fall for him. He is quite the catch. Why else do you think I chose a Hunter as my mate?" She laughed as I began to pull my sleep clothes from the drawer of my beat-up dresser.

The hotel room had been a grand escape from the poorly kept confines of my room. Literally, I had a single room. My lumpy bed sat at the back, while my small kitchen and its table with a single chair propped against the side wall. I did not need materialistic items. If I needed to live in the wild, that would be perfectly fine. It would not be the first time.

"With all due respect Madame. If you plan to speak with your son in the morning, I would suggest you let me get some rest. You took a bit more than the overflowing power when you went on your visit today. I am quite tired." I was becoming angrier at her the more she talked. First, she had hijacked me and then she had forced me into a situation that could have been bad for both me and Phillip.

The spirit nodded and disappeared from sight. I knew she was still there; I had already become accustomed to her presence after spending just the evening with her. The other spirits were afraid of her and had kept silent during the whole escapade.

Sleep came quickly that night. I was exhausted after being shut in the back of my own body while Elizabeth paraded around town in my shell. When I woke up, I nearly fell out of bed. My eyes fell on the beautiful face of one Phillip Bradly. I rolled over pulling the bed covers up to my chest and growled at him.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I woke this morning quite early. After asking a few people in the area where the old Seer lived, they pointed me here." He smiled at me ignoring the anger that was written all over my face.

"How long have you been here?" I asked, gripping the moth-bitten blanket tightly to my chest.

"A few hours. I think we need to buy you a new nightgown. That one is quite revealing in its old age." He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and I blushed.

Sure, there were holes in almost all my clothes due to their age. I couldn't afford to dress in riches as he could. I could barely afford the rent on this run-down apartment. I pulled the blanket back to see what he was talking about and sighed the moment I realized that plenty of flesh was available for him to see.

"You can't just do that Mr. Bradly," I grumbled as I hurried towards the end of the bed, trying to take the blanket with me for protection.

"Gretel my love. I can do just about anything that I want." He winked. He honestly believed that he had done no wrong coming here so early. "Get dressed we are going shopping."

"For what?" I asked, wrapping the blanket around me as I ran to the bureau looking for a dress.

"Clothes of course," he teased me.

I turned to look at him as he put his back to me. I smiled knowing that he had some chivalry after all.

"I'm fine," I retorted.