All Chapters of The Immortal's Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mory stretched out her neck as she walked down the hall to the office she shared with James. The familiar smell of good Cuban cigars wafted through the distal end of the hall. As she entered the doorway, James looked up from his papers and swatted the smoke away while putting out his cigar in the ashtray. "So, how was the first day?" Sinking back into the soft tufted leather club chair across from him, Mory stretched her legs out in front of her. The old worn-in material felt like butter against her sore legs. Haldir had put her body to the test in the best kind of way over the two nights they spent together and there wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t calling out for the comforting heat of his big, rugged hands. "Not too bad. Those kids have a lot to learn, but nothing me and the boys can't handle Chief." Taking a bottle of whiskey from the drawer of his dark oak desk, James raised his eyebrows to Mory then took out two glasses.

With the smell of disinfectant and James’ stale cigars wrapped around her head like a plastic bag stifling her of all the fresh air that exists, Mory gasped short, shallow breaths as she stumbled through the hall. Stopping at the bathroom door, Mory looked up and down both sides of the hall and bounced quickly as she tried to decide what to do. “You have to go to the bathroom sometime. Just get it over with.”  

The bright morning sun burned into Mory’s eyes as it reflected off the snow outside the window. “For the love of God. I’m buying you new curtains for this damn place.”Pulling her back against his lap, Haldir rubbed himself into her ass. “Don’t bother, were not staying here any longer anyway. I stayed up most of the night thinking about it, and I’m taking you somewhere beautiful tomorrow.”As she tried her best to shield herself from the blinding light with her pillow, Mor

The fresh layer of snow crunched under the treads of his boots as Haldir stepped out of the mist behind the Inn where he first held Morana in his arms barely a week ago. He smiled to himself as he remembered them standing beneath the starry sky and full moon in that very spot and how she shyly turned away from him as his cheek brushed hers.  Walking from the back of the wood log building, Haldir glanced over to the hospital. He knew she was probably still elbow deep in whoever the poor soul was she was fighting for right now, but just seeing the place she worked made him feel close to her. 

“Can I leave him a note? He’s probably worried sick.” Michael crossed his arms as he considered Haldir’s simple home. It was clean and warm and a stark difference from the hovel he once resided in the last Michael came to that frigid island. Looking at the empty alcohol bottles that lined the kitchen counter, Michael smirked to himself and shook his head at how little Haldir had changed over the years. “Yes, of course. I’m sure he’ll be in quite a state otherwise. Just tell him to come see me when he is through so I can explain.”