The Origin's Daughter: Book one of The Origin's Daughter series by St Pierre Alexandra

Author:St Pierre, Alexandra [St Pierre, Alexandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-03-25T00:00:00+00:00

“Morning Kitten,” The shifter said with a mischievous grin before heading for the coffee machine. He poured himself a cup and dug through the fridge for the milk as if he had lived here his whole life. “Got any sugar?” He asked with his head still in the fridge. I tried to slam the door shut on him, but he pulled out of the way too quickly for me to do any real damage.

He was out of the fridge and leaning against the counter faster than I could blink and had somehow managed to keep from spilling a drop of coffee. Not only should it not have been possible, but it sure as hell shouldn’t have looked easy. He smiled at me lazily and poured some milk into his cup. He watched me the whole time with those eerie yellow eyes, slit pupils dilating with mirth.

“What are you doing here?” I asked again, this time out loud. He shrugged and crossed his jean-clad legs in front of him as he took a sip from his mug sans sugar. The jade hilt to his knife winked up at me from where the blade disappeared into his scuffed motorcycle boots. It was carved into the shape of a panther. I hadn’t noticed the night before how ornate the handle had been. Though I supposed that was understandable, considering I had been more concerned with keeping him from gutting me with it than the dainty details.

“I’m here to see you, Kitten. You didn’t think I would just disappear, did you?” He raised an eyebrow, that infuriating smirk still on his face.

“I suppose that would be too much to ask,” I grumbled. He ignored me.

“In case you weren’t listening, Kitten, you and I are bound now. My survival depends solely on you not dying. So until I can get rid of you, I guess you have a new bodyguard...and trainer.” He said, the latter almost as an afterthought. I raised an eyebrow.

“Trainer?”

“Well, if last night was any indication, all anyone has to do is send someone with basic motor skills, and you’re pretty much a goner. Watching you try to battle that spider-bitch was one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen.” He drained the last of his coffee and dropped the cup in the sink with a clank. “So yeah, I’m going to train you.” My face flushed red at the insult.

“Well, I didn’t see you jumping in to help at all.” I snarled at him. He rolled his eyes.

“And what? Risk this handsome mug? I don’t think so,” He preened, gripping his chiseled jaw. He looked me up and down and made a face. “Go change into something, you’ll feel more comfortable getting your ass kicked in. I’ll meet you out back.” Before I could come up with anything witty to say in return, he was gone.

I debated locking the door behind him and curling up to watch TV, but thought better of it. Knowing him he would blow the door right out of the hinges and drag me outside by my ankles.

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