Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty
My saviour, who’d been standing at the far corner watching this madness with shock, decides to intervene.
“She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but luckily I got there in time,” he says.
The reaction he gets though I don’t think he anticipated.
“And where were you when she was being poisoned?” the hoarse-voice Pinocchio again. Ghosh!!
I catch glimpse of my saviour and see the fear on his face. Poor thing, nothing is as scary to a tiny omega wolf than a group of angry tall Alpha men.
He goes back to his corner. I pull away from Carl's grip on my waist and walk towards my saviour, he follows me.
“I ’ll be fine thanks, I’ll see you around, come to the restaurant anytime,” I say, not going too close to him. “Thank you for everything.”
“You’re not going back there,” Carl jumps in. He’s about to irritate me seriously.
My saviour walks away, looking only too happy to get away from this circus. He comes back and gives my jacket, covered in purplish glittery but smelly dust, to one of these men and rushes off again.
I still can’t keep calm here, I keep looking at each of these men and thinking what the hell is going on here?
The healer appears from the back. She's also stunned.
“You can go home. You’re fine those bruises will be gone in a few days,” she says.
“Are you sure about that?” hoarse voice again. These people are here to embarrass me, that is why they’re here.
The healer nods and walks away quickly.
“We can go now,” I say.
The whole group follows me outside, a bit calmer now. Six dragons are shooting fire at each other outside. Oh good, they came in dragons, no wonder people here are scared.
They stand in a circle again, Carl still clinging on to me.
Now they’re all just looking at me like I’m a new puppy that’s just been brought home.
Okay. I’m just going to stand here until Carl does some introductions.
Now that I look at them carefully I see they are different enough to tell them apart.
“This is her,” Carl says tightening his grip around my waist.
They all still stand there looking at me like I’m a miracle or something. I'm not sure what to do right now.
The first handshake comes from the one who looks exactly like my man, and then the others follow.
They’re definitely not the hugging type. The last one to shake my hand, although he has Pinocchio’s nose, his is sharper, he’s also a bit on the heavy side like he snacks on some junk every chance he gets.
So now I’ve met the seven sons, under some strange circumstances I must say.
“So when are you cooking for us?” the blonde says.
I look at Carl, not knowing how to respond. He notices the awkward situation and jumps in.
“Jeremy, bro, get your own woman to cook for you,” he says.
They all laugh.
“We’re coming to your place on Saturday. It’s nice to meet you Natalie, if anyone poisons you again call us,” someone says, I’m not sure which one it is but anyway it will take me about two years or forever to remember all the names, or even tell them apart. I know now that the one who talks too much with a hoarse-voice is Taylor.
They all get in their dragons and fly off. I realize it’s midnight and I need my sleep.
“Are you sure you’re fine?”
I nod, I thought the herbalist confirmed this and we had moved on from it.
But I must admit I was shaken by all this, and I’m glad he is here.
I wrap my arms around his waist, my head on his chest and I give him a tight hug, a long one.
He is quiet but I can feel his heart beating faster, I don’t like it.
“I’m fine, those darn witches have to do better than just poison me,” I say, he can be crazy sometimes this one.
On our way home, I keep thinking about the Saturday situation. I’m going to have to cook for his brothers and I ’m nervous, what if they don’t like me?
Cooking I have no problem with, I’m good at it. But what if they don’t approve of me or find me disrespectful and stuff. I don ’t even know how I should dress or behave around them.
Nobody ever really taught me about these things. In situations like these a girl needs her mother. Someone to tell you the manual of impressing in laws.
“Are they really coming on Saturday?” I ask him.
He smiles, sensing that I’m nervous.
“Yes they are, they were going to come to my house to meet you on Saturday anyway before all this shit happened, that was the plan,” he says.
“And you didn’t tell me?” I’m not happy about this.
“I was going to tell you tomorrow, just didn’t want you to worry the whole week about meeting those morons, infact they are the ones who should be worried about whether you’ll like them or not,” he says. I’m not sure if that is supposed to put me at ease but really?
I start working out the menu in my head but nothing comes up right now. Maybe I should just stop worrying for now. Or just call Scott. I wonder why he’d stay for so long in one place. He’s been gone for a month and a half now.
He flys us to his house instead. I don’t ask why our place of sleep tonight was not negotiated because all I want is a cuddle and a bed right now.
I must say this house looks far better than the way I found it. I’ve used up all that ‘freezer' money. I bought cutlery, cushions and replaced that hudeous cough his ex bought, ornaments, a big mirror for the lounge wall and some colourful throws. I even had blinds installed in the kitchen and bathroom and got rid of the dreadful velvet curtains.
The bedroom, well, I still need to get rid of the head.
I also refuse sex knowing a talking witch's head can hear everything.
I hear my stomach rumbling, I’m hungry. I had planned to take home some left overs from the restaurant but the witches destroyed that plan.
It ’s Friday tomorrow and I’m not working, I had forgotten about that when I was at the herbalist's.
Carl is still in a foul mood. I have to find a way to cheer him up, sex is out of the question though, I can’t have his tall self humping on top of me with these bruises I have. And that dreadful witch listening in on us.
“I ’m going to make something to eat,” I say.
He’s sitting on the couch with a bottle of vampire blood.
“I ate earlier but I can eat again. We were at Jackson’s when you called,” he says.
I know Jackson is the one who talks too much with a hoarse voice, although I can't guarantee I'll be able to tell him apart from the others but there was one who looked exactly like Carl, he didn't speak much, I assume it's Jeremy because he once mentioned that people can’t tell them apart.