Aerdan: Sci-Fi and Fantasy Romance (Zhekan Mates Book 1)
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Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
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CHAPTER ONE
Angelica
“Angelica! Come on, snap out of it!”
Angelica glanced up just in time to see the crumpled paper ball flying by her face. With a small yelp of surprise, she darted to the side and grabbed the wad of paper. She narrowed her eyes and frowned.
“What’s all this,” Angelica asked. “Trying to attack me now, are you?”
Her best friend, Stacy, stood with her hands on her hips. She cocked her head to the side and smirked. “Sorry,” Stacy said. “You’re just really spacing out today.”
Angelica bit her lip and flushed. “I know,” she said. “Sorry.” She heaved a sigh. “I just can’t stop thinking about that stupid dream I had last night.”
Stacy raised an eyebrow and stared until Angelica began to squirm.
“The one with that really hot guy?”
Angelica’s flush deepened, turning her pale cheeks into bright red circles. “Forget it,” she said. “I never should’ve told you.”
Stacy laughed. “Au contraire,” she said. “I don’t think you told me quite enough!”
Angelica shook her head, sending tangles of wild dark hair flying around her shoulders. “Definitely not,” she said. “Come on, we still have a lot to do before we can close up.”
Stacy rolled her eyes back in her head and leaned against the counter, pretending to faint. “My feet are killing me,” she whined. “I can’t wait to hit happy hour.”
“Oh, shit. Was that tonight?”
“Don’t tell me you forgot,” Stacy said. She groaned. “Angelica, it’s been like…weeks since you came out with us!”
Angelica wrinkled her nose. “Can’t we just order a pizza and pick up some wine? Maybe we could find something good on Netflix,” she added. “Oh, there’s that new horror movie! What was it called? A Night in the Shadows?”
Stacy gave her an odd look. “Ang, babe, you’re twenty-five,” she said. “You don’t have to be so elderly.”
Angelica sighed. “I’m not elderly,” she sniffed. “I just hate going to bars. All those gross guys drooling all over themselves to buy us drinks…and then turning into major assholes just because we don’t want to sleep with them as a way to say ‘thank you.’”
Stacy narrowed her eyes. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said. “But come on. You’re elderly,” she added. “You knit and crochet and I can’t even remember the last time you stayed up past ten.”
Angelica tried to suppress the annoyance building inside of her. “Yeah, well, maybe you’re right,” she shot back. “But having to get up at seven-thirty just to get here by nine is kind of a fun-killer, you know?”
Stacy softened. “I know,” she said. She gave her best friend a pleading look. “It’s just, I miss hanging out with you. Holly and Melinda are fun, you know, but all they can do is talk about themselves.”
Angelica burst out laughing. “So we’ll have a girls’ night tonight,” she said. “We could get pizza, or Chinese, or whatever. We don’t have to hit the bars.”
“I promised Holly I’d meet her at that new tapas place for sangria,” Stacy whined. “I can’t flake out. She’ll totally kill me.” Stacy looked at Angelica with pleading eyes. “It’ll be fun,” she said in a promising tone. “That place won’t be like, full of ex-frat boys. It’s…classy,” she added.
“Yeah, and I bet one drink is fifteen bucks,” Angelica said. “I think I’ll pass, Stace. Thanks, though.”
“Girls!” Nadine, the gallery owner, stepped into the back room and frowned. “I don’t think those pieces are going to hang themselves! We have to get ready for tomorrow,” she added nervously. “It’s going to be our biggest exhibition yet.”
“Sure, Nadine,” Angelica said quickly. “Sorry. I was just taking a break.”
Nadine’s eyes flashed in annoyance but she stepped back and allowed the two girls to meekly pass. As soon as they were in the gallery, Angelica tried to focus on the task at hand – hanging large swaths of muslin from the ceiling. The effect was meant to simulate the waves of the ocean, but privately, Angelica thought it just looked like a fifth-grader’s art project.
Angelica had studied art in college, with hopes of opening her own gallery. After graduating, she and Stacy moved to New York, where they both found work at the same gallery. But the art wasn’t much like what Angelica had studied. Nadine, the owner, favored modern, trendy artists. Sometimes Angelica wondered if she shouldn’t be trying harder to make it on her own. But the thought of “networking” or anything like it, m
ade her clam up inside. Maybe it’s better this way, she thought as she reached for another stiff piece of cloth. At least this way I don’t have to worry about being a failure.
By the time Angelica and Stacy had finished decorating the main gallery room, it was almost eight. Angelica’s stomach was rumbling with hunger and she felt light-headed and weak.
“I’ve got to get something to eat,” Angelica said to Stacy as they were locking up the front doors of the gallery. “I feel like I’m gonna pass out, my blood sugar must be crazy low.”
“Come to the tapas place with me,” Stacy said. She checked her watch and groaned. “I bet they have great like, paella, or whatever.”
“Maybe,” Angelica said. “I’m so hungry I feel like I could eat my own shoe at this point.”
“It’s in midtown, we can probably get a cab if we hurry,” Stacy said. “This way, I bet there’s one on the corner.”
Angelica followed Stacy out into the chill, winter night. A blustery breeze whipped at her pale skin and dark hair, and she shut her dark eyes as a particularly fierce blast assaulted her. The two women walked quickly down the sidewalk and over to a line of parked yellow cabs.
After scuttling into the safety of the warm cab interior, Stacy leaned forward and gave the address. The driver grunted in response and the cab moved away from the curb, joining a long snake of traffic.
“I hope this place isn’t too far,” Angelica said. “I’m starving.”
“It shouldn’t be too long,” Stacy said. “Hey, I’m glad you’re coming.”
“Just for something to eat,” Angelica warned. “And then I’m going straight home.”
“Yeah, right.” Stacy smirked. “See if we let you.”
Angelica rolled her eyes. “You’re forgetting that I’m an adult who can make my own decisions,” she said.
“Yeah, but come on – would you rather stay home alone with your sad box of wine or hang out with us?” Stacy batted her lashes.
Normally, Angelica would have laughed. But her low blood sugar was making her feel more irritated than usual and she slumped against the window, resting her forehead on the cold glass.
The cab slowed to a crawl.
“Sorry,” the driver grunted without bothering to turn around. “Traffic’s bad tonight.”
Great, Angelica thought. It’s going to be nine before I even get anything to eat and I feel like I’m going to pass out.
The cab jerked slowly down the avenue, then screeched to a stop as the traffic light flashed bright red. Angelica groaned – the intersection was jammed with cars, brake lights filling the air with cherry light.
Angelica sighed. “Can you let me out here?” She called to the driver.
“Hey, where are you going?” Stacy turned to her friend and frowned. “I thought you decided to come with!”
“I’m too hungry,” Angelica said. She fumbled in her wallet and passed a five-dollar bill to Stacy. “Sorry, I just can’t wait anymore.”
Stacy frowned. She opened her mouth to protest but her cries were lost in the sounds of honking cars and screaming people. Angelica pushed open the cab door and climbed into the frigid air, shivering before both feet were on the ground.
Great, Angelica thought as she started walking towards the gallery at a brisk trot. I’m even farther from my normal stop than usual, and it’s freaking freezing out here.
Angelica pulled the ruff of her coat up and nestled her face inside her scarf. The wool didn’t do much except for chill her even more – condensation from her breath clung to the damp fabric. Angelica felt chilled to the bone as she hustled down street after unfamiliar street. Neon signs flashed in her face, advertising everything from palm reading to falafel. As she stopped on the curb and waited for the signal to change, she glanced around. There was a seedy-looking pizza place on the corner, mostly empty, but brightly-lit and open. Angelica’s mouth watered as the greasy aroma of dough and cheese filled her nose.
I’ll just have one slice, and then I’ll go home, she decided. At least then I won’t be starving on the train.
Angelica pushed inside and ordered a slice of pepperoni. When it was ready, she ate at the counter, standing up and not even caring that the greasy slice burned her tongue. As soon as she’d finished, she felt measurably better.
“Thanks,” Angelica called over her shoulder. She wiped her lips on a coarse napkin and tossed her trash away in a dirty bin before braving the cold again.
That’s much better, Angelica thought as she stood on the corner, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she waited for the light to change. God, I was about ready to pass out!
“Mew! Mew!”
Angelica glanced down. A small white cat was twining between her legs, rubbing its soft face on her ankles.
“Oh, hi there,” Angelica crooned. “I’m sorry – I finished all my pizza,” she said. “You’re so cute!”
The cat mewed happily.
The light changed and Angelica started crossing the street. To her shock, the kitten followed behind.
“Sorry little guy,” Angelica said. “I know it’s cold out tonight. Do you live around here?”
The cat sat on its haunches, licking a front paw. It stared at Angelica and she gasped when she realized the cat had one green eye and one blue.
“You’re pretty,” she said. “You poor thing. You must be cold.”
The cat mewed again and Angelica felt her heart lurch to the side. I can’t leave it here, she thought. It’ll freeze! This is the coldest night we’ve had all year!
The cat twisted against Angelica’s ankles, rubbing and purring. She bit her lip.
“My landlord doesn’t allow pets,” she said cautiously. “But maybe you could come home with me tonight and I’ll work on finding you a home tomorrow. How does that sound?”
The cat mewed and almost seemed to nod in agreement. Swallowing hard, Angelica reached down and scooped the freezing cat into her hands. She unzipped her jacket and put the small white body inside. Amazingly, the cat seemed to know that Angelica was helping it. It snuggled up to Angelica’s body, nuzzling at Angelica’s neck until she laughed from the ticklish fur.
As soon as Angelica arrived at her Crown Heights apartment, she took the cat into her bathroom.
“I don’t have any litter or anything, but I’ll run down to the bodega and see if I can’t find something,” Angelica promised. “You stay here – I’ll be back in a little while.”
The cat mewed obediently and Angelica closed it inside the bathroom, hustling back into her coat and boots. She darted down all four flights of stairs across the street. At the bodega, she found a dusty bag of cat litter, some cans of tuna, and a gallon of milk.
“Here we are,” Angelica sang loudly as she burst into her apartment, breathing hard from her frantic errand. “I couldn’t find a litter box, but you can have this,” she added, grabbing a plastic bin full of tools and dumping them out on the ground. After filling the bin with litter, she pushed it into the bathroom.
The white cat purred and mewed as Angelica opened a can of tuna and dumped it into a small dish, mashing the meat down with a fork. She set the dish on the ground and the cat began to gobble the tuna down, taking giant mouthfuls at a time.
“They didn’t have any cat food,” Angelica said wryly. “But somehow I get the feeling you like this even more.”
After a few moments of watching the cat eat, Angelica dug in the fridge and pulled out a carton of leftover Chinese food. She grabbed some chopsticks and settled down on the couch, scrolling through channels. The cat looked up from the tuna and mewed before scampering over and leaping onto Angelica’s lap. She burst out laughing as it tried to bite some of the cold noodles away from her chopsticks.
“This isn’t for you,” Angelica said, still giggling. “There’s more tuna. You still hungry?”
The cat mewed and whined. After a few seconds, Angelica softened.
“Okay,” she said. “One more can, and that’s it. You’ll h
ave to make this last for a long time,” she added. “I didn’t buy any more.”
The cat meowed loudly, as if to say, “yeah, right!” Angelica rolled her eyes as she opened the second can and dumped it into the dish. But before she could set it down, the cat twined and pushed at her ankles. Angelica wobbled for a second and gasped. She groped for the edge of the counter but her fingers closed around nothing, and she crashed to the ground. Her head slammed against the side of her counter, and Angelica’s vision went dark.
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God, my head is killing me, Angelica thought as she struggled to open her eyes. Her whole body ached, as if she’d fallen from a great height. Her mouth was dry and her tongue felt like sandpaper as she licked her lips and struggled to sit up. The previous night came rushing back to her – going out with Stacy, then grabbing a greasy slice of pizza…and finding that white cat.