Her Ancient Hybrid Read Online Free Page B
Author: Marisa Chenery
the table as did Brolach.
They ate in silence, him trying to mimic the way she used her knife and fork. Waverly got up and gave Brolach a second helping once he ate everything on his plate. He finished that one with the same gusto as he had the first.
After they were done eating, and she’d put the plates into the sink to be washed with the pots and pans later, she led him out to the living room and sat on the couch. He followed suit.
“Teach me more of your world,” he said.
Waverly reached for the television’s remote. “This might not be the best way to do it, but I think it’ll be easier to show you.”
She turned on the TV and watched his reaction to it. Brolach’s eyes widened, then he leaned slightly forward as the images played on the screen. He focused solely on it.
“What is this? How did these small people get inside the box?” he asked with awe.
Waverly bit back a smile. “It’s called a television or TV. And those people aren’t actually inside it.”
She went on to explain how a TV worked. She also told him the differences between reality shows and make-believe ones along with movies and the news channels. Like a typical male, it didn’t take him long to ask for the remote and to be shown how to use it. After a while, Brolach became so engrossed in watching it, she might as well have not been there. She wondered if she’d made a mistake by getting the three-thousand-year-old hybrid addicted to television.
As Brolach flipped through the channels, only staying for a few minutes on one before switching to the next, Waverly decided to do the dishes. It wasn’t as if he’d notice she was gone. She hoped the novelty wore off soon. She hated to think what he’d be like once she introduced him to computers and the Internet.
Chapter Three
Brolach found it hard to tear his gaze away from the TV. It was unlike anything he’d seen before. And it showed how much the world had changed while he’d slept. If not for Waverly, he doubted he’d last very long out in it by himself. He no longer had the capabilities to function in it anymore. He was like a child who had to learn everything about the environment he lived in.
In some ways the world wasn’t as wild as it used to be. In others, it was harsher. Battles were no longer fought hand-to-hand. Warriors were armed with weapons that could be used from a great distance and caused more damage along with loss of life. It was disturbing to him.
He had no idea how long he sat there watching until he noticed Waverly was no longer beside him. Brolach stood and went in search of her. She wasn’t in the kitchen, but he saw the washing up had been done so she had been in there. He headed toward the room where her bed was to be found.
She was there. Waverly sat on the mattress, holding a black rectangle-shaped object. She touched her finger to its surface or ran it along it. He walked into the room and climbed up next to her on the other side.
She looked at him. “Did you watch enough TV?”
“For now. I came looking for you when I noticed you weren’t there.”
“You were kind of distracted, so I did the dishes, then came in here to check my emails and read on my tablet for a bit.”
Brolach had no idea what any of those things meant, but he’d ask her about them at another time. He’d gotten so caught up in the TV he’d neglected his mate. He was supposed to be winning her over, getting her used to the idea of him being a part of her life. So far, he hadn’t done much of that.
“Well, I am no longer,” he said as he inched closer.
“I can see that.” Waverly placed what she held on the table next to her side of the bed, then turned back to him.
He shifted in her direction and put his arms around her. Brolach lowered his head and claimed her lips in a kiss. At first, Waverly just accepted his kisses, but it wasn’t too long before she returned them and put her arms around his neck. He growled in approval. This was what he should
They ate in silence, him trying to mimic the way she used her knife and fork. Waverly got up and gave Brolach a second helping once he ate everything on his plate. He finished that one with the same gusto as he had the first.
After they were done eating, and she’d put the plates into the sink to be washed with the pots and pans later, she led him out to the living room and sat on the couch. He followed suit.
“Teach me more of your world,” he said.
Waverly reached for the television’s remote. “This might not be the best way to do it, but I think it’ll be easier to show you.”
She turned on the TV and watched his reaction to it. Brolach’s eyes widened, then he leaned slightly forward as the images played on the screen. He focused solely on it.
“What is this? How did these small people get inside the box?” he asked with awe.
Waverly bit back a smile. “It’s called a television or TV. And those people aren’t actually inside it.”
She went on to explain how a TV worked. She also told him the differences between reality shows and make-believe ones along with movies and the news channels. Like a typical male, it didn’t take him long to ask for the remote and to be shown how to use it. After a while, Brolach became so engrossed in watching it, she might as well have not been there. She wondered if she’d made a mistake by getting the three-thousand-year-old hybrid addicted to television.
As Brolach flipped through the channels, only staying for a few minutes on one before switching to the next, Waverly decided to do the dishes. It wasn’t as if he’d notice she was gone. She hoped the novelty wore off soon. She hated to think what he’d be like once she introduced him to computers and the Internet.
Chapter Three
Brolach found it hard to tear his gaze away from the TV. It was unlike anything he’d seen before. And it showed how much the world had changed while he’d slept. If not for Waverly, he doubted he’d last very long out in it by himself. He no longer had the capabilities to function in it anymore. He was like a child who had to learn everything about the environment he lived in.
In some ways the world wasn’t as wild as it used to be. In others, it was harsher. Battles were no longer fought hand-to-hand. Warriors were armed with weapons that could be used from a great distance and caused more damage along with loss of life. It was disturbing to him.
He had no idea how long he sat there watching until he noticed Waverly was no longer beside him. Brolach stood and went in search of her. She wasn’t in the kitchen, but he saw the washing up had been done so she had been in there. He headed toward the room where her bed was to be found.
She was there. Waverly sat on the mattress, holding a black rectangle-shaped object. She touched her finger to its surface or ran it along it. He walked into the room and climbed up next to her on the other side.
She looked at him. “Did you watch enough TV?”
“For now. I came looking for you when I noticed you weren’t there.”
“You were kind of distracted, so I did the dishes, then came in here to check my emails and read on my tablet for a bit.”
Brolach had no idea what any of those things meant, but he’d ask her about them at another time. He’d gotten so caught up in the TV he’d neglected his mate. He was supposed to be winning her over, getting her used to the idea of him being a part of her life. So far, he hadn’t done much of that.
“Well, I am no longer,” he said as he inched closer.
“I can see that.” Waverly placed what she held on the table next to her side of the bed, then turned back to him.
He shifted in her direction and put his arms around her. Brolach lowered his head and claimed her lips in a kiss. At first, Waverly just accepted his kisses, but it wasn’t too long before she returned them and put her arms around his neck. He growled in approval. This was what he should