Her Miracle Mate novel Chapter 5

I was done with my afternoon shift soon enough and went home to take a nap.

I had probably just fallen asleep when I heard my phone ring. It was Starke.

"Hey," I said in a sleepy voice.

I could only hear his breathing on the other end.

"Starke, you there?" I said clearing my throat a little.

"Yeah, hey hi" he said quickly and I could practically feel his nervousness through the phone.

"What's up? All good?"

"Yeah I'm sorry I didn't know you were asleep."

"No it's okay how would you, anyway?" I laughed. He didn't reply to that either.

What's gotten into him?

I heard him sigh on the other end and then he said, "I just thought I'd remind you about tonight. I really hope you can make it."

"Of course. I'll be there."

"If you want I'll come pick you up?"

I smiled at his sweet gesture. He shouldn't try so hard.

"I'll be alright Starke. Thank you." I said softly.

"Well okay then. I'll see you at 7." I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

I hung up and checked the time. It's 4 pm.

Loads of time.

I went back to sleep.

...

I woke up and checked my phone.

The first thing I see is two missed calls from Starke.

The second is the time. 7:23 pm.

My eyes went wide as I rushed out of bed.

How did I not hear those calls?

You can be one hell of a deep sleeper Rayne.

I quickly freshened myself up and changed into a flowy pastel blue georgette top and black skinny jeans. I knew I didn't have any time for make up so I just made sure my face was clean and my handy mascara and glitter balm were in my purse. I rushed to book a cab and called Starke.

"Hey Rayne."

"Hey Starke. I'm sorry I didn't take your calls, I was a little busy."

"Hi, I'm Rayne."

He didn't move an inch as he looked at me intensely and said, "You're a dyrith."

My eyes widened at his words. Not many people that I have met are able to figure out that I am a dyrith. My scent is of a regular werewolf and nothing about my physical appearance is significant, well, except-

"Your eyes."

"Are you half Faery?" he asked coming a bit closer. He touched my cheek softly then pushed my hair behind my ear.

"No pointy ears. Probably no folded wings either," he mumbled to himself and looked closer as if deciphering the code written on my face.

"Umm, no. May I come in?" I asked, smiling at him awkwardly and trying to get away.

He raised an eyebrow at me as he looked at my eyes unabashedly.

My eyes are the color of champagne. They can be rose gold at their deepest, and almost silver in the sun. I've never seen or heard of anyone who had an eye color like this. Maybe I'm just special.

You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?

I sighed at my own thoughts and peeped behind this boy to look for Starke. He came just in time rushing from the kitchen when he heard my voice.

"Rayne! I didn't hear you ring the bell. When did you get here?" He said pushing the blue-haired boy out of the way.

He motioned for me to come in and I did.

"I see you've met Carson" he said, pointing to Mr. Blue.