Free Inhuman Heritage by Sonnet O'Dell

for my bike, not that I had been stupid enough to drive to a bar when I had planned on drinking.
    “Apparently I’m still listed under boyfriend.”
    “That’s because Aram doesn’t have a cell phone,” I blurted out. Magnus looked a little less smug but he still pocketed my phone and key. I turned grabbing Wraith by the shirt. “Why?”
    “We may not be best buds, Cassa,” said Wraith wincing, “but even I can tell you ain’t right with yourself. I respect you enough to not want to let you do this to yourself.” I let his shirt go and he stumbled back, I’d actually been holding him up on his tiptoes. “Whatever happened, you need to get some real help.”
    I leveled him with an icy glare. He knew me well enough to know that something was wrong with me but not to know I’d had and lost another boyfriend since Magnus. My focus was lost when I felt hands on my waist pull me forward, lifting me and I was suddenly staring down at Magnus’s butt and past that to the floor. I watched his bottom sway rhythmically as he walked until I realized I was being carried out of the bar. I was being carried out of the bar slung over his shoulder like a caveman. I kicked my feet and made contact with his knee.
    “Let me go! This is not dignified!”
    He stopped in front of the stairs and swung me around him so that he was carrying me like Rhett carried Scarlett in Gone with the Wind . I blushed.
    “Is that better?” I didn’t answer and he started up the stairs. I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck to help balance out my weight and blushed even harder. His new car was sitting parked on the double yellows in the culvert that sat in front of the firehouse that was just down to the left of the bar. This car was completely unlike his brown ford, this car was glossy black, sleek and screamed speed.
    “What did you buy that for?” I asked gawking at it. “Did your mid-life crisis hit and you needed something fast and vaguely phallic shaped?” He chuckled.
    “Something like that!” He hit a keypad and the car lights flashed, the doors unlocking. He dropped my feet down to the floor cradling one arm around my waist still so he had a free hand to open the passenger’s door before he bundled me into the front seat. I ran my hands over the cream leather upholstery and all the strange looking buttons. He had to lean over from the driver’s side to strap me in because I was too busy punching those buttons like a giddy five-year-old, until I hit the one that made my seat drop back. Staring up at the roof of his car made me break out into a fit of the giggles.
    “He, he, he; it’s a sex mobile,” I said through the laughter, secretly adding on in my head, have cock will travel . “Why did you buy this ridiculous car?”
    “I don’t know. I needed a change. I could ask the same of you, the leather pants and the drinking.” I stroked my hands down my thighs without looking at him.
    “They’re motorcycle leathers, I have a bike now to get me from place to place and they just look killer on.”
    “Mmm,” he said and I looked up to see that he was biting his lip as he started the car engine. It purred like a hunting panther, a rather sexy sound to come from an inanimate object. He reached over flicking the button so that my seat shot back up and I was looking out the windscreen as he hit the streets.
    “You didn’t answer me about the drinking,” he said shooting me a sideways glance. I crossed my arms over my chest looking defiant.
    “You’re not the boss of me. I don’t have to tell you a thing.”
    “No, you’re right, but it’s me here taking care of you right now. Do you want me to call Aram?” Magnus said Aram’s name bitterly. I just glared straight ahead.
    “It’s not any of his business either.” We reached some traffic lights and Magnus motioned to turn left to go down to my place. I reached over and smacked his indicator off.
    “Don’t take me home. I don’t want to be there right