Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy Chapter 477

ARIA

Jordan looked at the vine.

The vine, apparently satisfied, settled back into its place with the composure of something that had accomplished its objective.

"I hate this garden," Jordan said.

"No you don't," Ivory said. "You helped replant it three years ago."

"I hate it now," Jordan said.

"You don't," Ivory said. "You're going to go home tonight and tell Nina about the vine network paper and you're going to find it interesting."

"I'm going to go home," Jordan said, "and not think about the vine network paper."

"You're going to think about the vine network paper," Ivory said.

"IVORY—"

"It's a fascinating model for distributed communication," Ivory said. "You'll see."

I looked at Kael. He was looking at Jordan and the vine with the expression from the lower slope pond — not the managed version, the actual one. The one where something had gotten through and he'd stopped working to prevent it.

It was a good expression on him.

Kael, beside me, had his hand over his mouth.

I looked at him.

His eyes were doing the thing.

"Don't," he said, through his hand.

"I wasn't going to say anything," I said.

"You were about to say something," he said.

"I was thinking something," I said.

"The thoughts are audible," he said.

Silver, in my head, was making a sound that was absolutely a laugh.

"I want it on record," Jordan said, from inside what was apparently an increasingly significant plant interaction, "that this was not in the documentation."

"The documentation covered the trap function," Ivory said.

"The documentation," Jordan said, "should probably have covered this."

"It's very new information," Ivory said.

"It's not," Jordan said. "This plant has been here for—"

"This is the first time the companion behavior has manifested with a person," Ivory said. "I've only observed it with the adjacent root systems." A pause. "You're very warm, Jordan."

"Thank you," Jordan said, flatly.

"I mean that botanically," Ivory said.

"I know," Jordan said.

The laugh that escaped Kael was the real one — the same one from the pond the previous evening, the brief genuine version that changed his whole face. I watched it happen beside me and stored it in the place where the warm things lived.

The garden was warm around us. Ivory's plants, doing their various things. Nina, recovered enough to be pointing out that Jordan's face had gone a specific color she was going to document. Jordan, conducting a dignified extraction of himself from the companion plant situation with as much grace as the situation permitted.

And Kael, beside me, having said the things he'd said, quiet now in the way of someone who'd put something down rather than someone who'd run out of words.

I looked at the old hedge planting. At the established root systems, the decades of growth. At the garden that Ivory had built over years and that held all the things she'd built — the defenses and the medicines and the modifications and the companion plants that apparently had feelings about Jordan's body temperature.

"The bunker," I said.

"Yes," Kael said.

"When this is all resolved," I said. "When we've had the conversations and done the understanding — I'd like to know where it is."

He looked at me.

"Not to use it," I said. "To know it exists. To be part of what's been built here rather than finding out about it during an emergency."

"Yes," he said. "That's fair."

"And the other things," I said. "The parts of how this pack works that I don't know yet. I want to know them."

"Yes," he said.

"Not all at once," I said. "But eventually."

"Eventually," he agreed.

From the northern section, Jordan's voice, with the dignity of a man who'd completed an extraction: "It let go."

"It often does," Ivory said, "when the initial warmth recognition is complete."

"Warmth recognition," Jordan said.

"It was just getting to know you," Ivory said.

Jordan looked at the plant. The plant, from what I could see at this distance, was sitting in a very innocent position.

"I don't trust it," Jordan said.

"That's probably wise," Ivory said.

"Ivory," Jordan said. "I want it documented that the companion plant—"

"It's in the notes," Ivory said. "I've been adding to the notes while Nina was working. The emergent behavior is going in the third botanical volume." A pause. "Under your name."

"Under my name," Jordan said.

"Jordan's body temperature triggers an affectionate response in companion planting," Ivory said, with the clinical satisfaction of someone completing a record. "With the date and the circumstance. For future reference."

"Future reference," Jordan said.

"For whoever tends the garden after me," Ivory said, and the words were light but the meaning underneath them was something older. The specific lightness of someone naming their own mortality without making it heavy. "They should know."

The garden was quiet for a moment.

Then Jordan looked at the plant again.

"It can't have a full entry," he said. "Put it in a footnote."

"It deserves a full entry," Ivory said.

"Footnote," Jordan said.

"Subsection," Ivory said.

"That's larger than a footnote," Jordan said.

"It's a significant observation," Ivory said.

"FOOTNOTE," Jordan said.

"We'll discuss it," Ivory said, with the tone of someone who'd already decided and was willing to let Jordan believe the discussion was open.

Silver, in my head, was warm and laughing.

The morning continued around us.

The elder council was somewhere in the main building, arriving at conclusions. Sona was conducting whatever Sona was conducting. The pack was moving through its day with the specific post-something energy of people who knew they'd done something real.

And in the garden, the six of us were hiding in the specific way that wasn't hiding, tending to plants that had opinions about Jordan and traps that needed resetting and conversations that had started and hadn't finished and wouldn't finish in a morning.

That was alright.

The conversations had started.

That was what mattered.

A/n: And with this I am back to writing, I have two weeks break and a lot of books to write so this also is my apology for going silent since Friday night cause I literally zoned out,and Friday was stressful as hell. I do not want to even think about the exams anymore. And I fell ill, and is currently on medication, can you believe this. Well back to the book.

An apology was made to Aria from Kael, finally, tbh, I didn't want to write about this apology and wanted to jump right into the interesting bits, but Kael had to man up. I do understand if Kael is not liked by you guys all because he was not Aria crazy but I do not know about you, but if Aria and Kael do end up together, I want it because Kael chose her and he chose her, regardless of the bond being there or not, cause we have seen, four fated bond in this story being treated shitty: Sera and Damon, Kael parents, Kael and Aria and now Killian and ivory.