10
Seated around kitchen table, the trio sipped tea, the tension palpable.
"Who were those attackers?" Mark inquired, still grappling with the night's events.
"Members of the Vora clan," Lida revealed.
"I thought they'd vanished," Ria mused, visibly shaken.
"They've been dormant, but they're resurfacing," Lida sighed. "I suspect they're collaborating with the Hunters."
"The Hunters?" Mark and Ria exchanged puzzled glances.
"Yes," Aunt Lida replied.
"But why would they Vora work with them?" Ria asked.
"I'm not sure," Lida admitted. "But I do know that the Vora are not to be underestimated.
Mark took a sip of his tea and then asked, "Why did they come after us?"
"It's hard to say."
Aunt Lida noticed that Ria was covered in dirt and blood, and her clothes were torn from the fight. "You should take a shower. You can use the bathroom upstairs in Mark's room."
Ria hesitated but nodded, excusing herself.
"Aunt, do you really think the Vora are working with the hunters?" Mark asks, his brow furrowed in concern.
"I fear it may be so," Lida replies, her expression grave. "The Vora have always been a secretive group, but I have reason to believe that they are up to something more sinister than usual."
"What kind of reasons?"
"I fear so," she said gravely. "Rumors circulate of strange alliances and accumulating power. It is all very vague, but I cannot help but feel that it is connected to the recent attacks. We must be vigilant."
"Do you think they are planning something big?"
"It's hard to say," She replies, shaking her head. "But we cannot afford to be complacent. We must prepare ourselves for the worst."
Mark nods solemnly, his thoughts racing. He had always known that this side of world was full of dangers, but he had never imagined anything on this scale.
"What's our next move?"
"Gather intelligence. Prepare for defense," she instructed, locking eyes with Mark. "And keep your identity secret. Our opponents are ruthless."
Lida leans forward, her gaze fixed intently on Mark. "Mark, I cannot stress enough how important it is that you keep your true identity hidden. The Vora and their allies are not to be trusted, and they will stop at nothing to eliminate anyone who stands in their way."
"I understand. I'll be careful."
"It's not just the Vora you need to be wary of," she continues. "The Hunters are a dangerous group as well. They won't hesitate to use any means necessary to achieve their goals."
"What do you suggest I do?"
"Keep a low profile, for one," Lida advises. "And be cautious of who you trust. Not everyone is what they seem in this world."
Mark nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know," he replies. "But I trust Ria."
She chuckles softly. "You don't have to tell me that, Mark. I can sense the bond between you two. You two are mates, after all."
"What? Mates?"
"Yes, the bond between the two of you is strong. It's a rare and powerful thing."
Mark can feel his face flushing with embarrassment. He and Ria had only just met, and now Aunt Lida was talking about them being mates.
"I don't understand," he says, trying to keep his voice calm. "What does that mean, exactly?"
Lida smiles. "It means that you two are meant to be together, in every sense of the word. Your souls are intertwined, and your magic is stronger when you're together."
Mark takes a moment to process this information. It was a lot to take in, but he couldn't deny the feelings he had for Ria. He felt a strong connection to her, even though they had only known each other for a short time.
"I...I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything, Mark. Just be careful. The Vora and the hunters will stop at nothing to capture you, and they will use anyone and anything to get to you."
Mark nods, understanding the seriousness of the situation. The two fall into a comfortable silence, both lost in their own thoughts. The sound of the shower running upstairs breaks the stillness, and Lida glances up at the ceiling.
"It looks like Ria is making herself at home," she says with a chuckle. "Now, let's get some rest. It's been a long day, and we have a lot of work to do tomorrow."
Mark nods and heads upstairs, lost in thought about the recent attack and the revelation about Ria being his mate. He had never believed in the concept of soulmates, but the connection he felt with Ria was undeniable.
Mark steps into his room to find Ria at his dresser, combing her hair. She's donned one of his oversized t-shirts, and he's struck by how it accentuates her curves. Her long, smooth legs are impossible to ignore.
Clearing his throat, he catches her attention. The sight of her in his shirt sends a jolt of desire through him.
"Hey," Ria says with a smile. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah, thanks to Aunt Lida."
"She's incredible," Ria agrees. "Her mastery of fire was something to see."
He chuckles. "She's a force of nature."
There's a brief moment of silence between them, and Mark finds himself struggling to come up with something to say.
"You look good in my shirt," he blurts out.
"Thanks. It's comfy," she grins. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all. Actually, I think it looks better on you than it does on me."
Ria laughs, "Well, that's a relief. I didn't want to steal your favorite shirt or anything."
Mark walks over to her, admiring the way the shirt drapes over her curves. "You could steal all my shirts if you wanted. I wouldn't mind."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah."
She sets down the brush and turns to face him, "So, what's next? What do we do now?"
His smile fades. "We need to find out who the hunters are aligned with. Aunt Lida suspects the Vora might be involved."
"Why would they be involved?"
"I wish I knew," Mark admits, sitting on the bed's edge.
Ria joins him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. Mark embraces her, relishing the warmth of her body.
"Are you okay?" she asks softly.
Mark nods, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about what's going on."
"I know," she says, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm glad you're okay."
"I couldn't have made it without you."
He smiles, his eyes locked onto hers. He can't help but notice how her long lashes frame her beautiful brown eyes, how her pink lips are slightly parted, and the way her hair falls in waves around her face.
They sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company. Mark leans his head against Ria's, taking in the scent of her hair, feeling her warmth against him.
"You should probably take a shower too," she says, her eyes scanning his bloodied shirt and jeans.
Mark nods in agreement.
She stands, nudging him toward the bathroom. "Go on, I'll wait."
After a quick shower to wash away the day's grime, Mark steps out of the bathroom in just his boxers. Ria's eyes widen appreciatively as she takes in his toned physique.
"You should always wear just this," she grins wickedly.
"Maybe I will," he retorts, joining her on the bed.
Ria pats the space beside her. "Come cuddle."
He obliges, wrapping his arm around her as she snuggles against him. They lie in peaceful silence, the sound of their breathing filling the room. Ria breaks the quiet, her hand caressing his cheek.
"This is nice," she murmurs.
Their lips meet in a slow, gentle kiss. Ria's hand wanders down to his chest, tracing his muscles. She pulls away, her eyes lingering on his body.
"I was serious," she says, her fingers dancing over his abdomen. "You should always wear just this—or even less."
"Duly noted."
Ria nestles back against him, her body pressed intimately to his. She takes his hand and kisses his palm. "Good night, baby."
"Good night, Ria," he whispers, resting his chin on her shoulder. She sighs contentedly, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
As Ria's breathing slows, Mark watches her drift into sleep. He kisses the back of her neck before allowing himself to succumb to slumber.
For the rest of the night, they sleep soundly, the day's events forgotten. Wrapped in each other's arms, the only sounds are the soft rustle of sheets and the rhythm of their breathing.
As the morning sun filters through the window, Mark awakens to find Ria still asleep in his arms. Her natural beauty leaves him spellbound. Gently running his fingers through her chestnut hair, he feels a surge of affection.
Ria stirs, her eyes meeting his. "Good morning," she murmurs, her voice tinged with sleepiness.
"Morning. Slept well?"
"Like a baby," she replies, snuggling closer. Their lips meet in a tender kiss, filling the room with a sense of serenity.
"What time is it?"
"Past 7. We should get ready for college," he says, nudging her gently.
She pouts. "Do we have to?"
"As much as I'd love to stay, we should go."
"Fine, but can we linger a bit longer?" Ria asks.
"Of course," Mark agrees, pulling her closer. Their peaceful moment is interrupted by his phone buzzing with a lecture reminder.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead," Mark smirks.
Ria groans but sits up, stretching. "Okay okay, I'm up."
Mark showers quickly and returns to find Ria still in bed. "Your turn," he grins.
Ria heads to the bathroom, and Mark starts packing his bag. "Do you have anything to wear?"