“I think you will find that I am the very last person who will disagree with you here. Besides, you couldn’t stop me even if you tried and you know this.” I replied because it was true, making him grit his teeth as he was forced to admit,
“Yes, that as well.”
“So, you see, little Keira girl, better the Devil you know,” I said before my phone started ringing.
“Tell me you have an address.” I barely refrained from snarling this demand, only taking a breath when he replied,
“And a number. I have just sent you the details,” Dante informed me.
“I need that…”
“On it.” Dom said before picking up his own phone and demanding the helicopter to get here asap.
“Anything else?” Dante asked, already fully aware of the situation.
“Yes, question Wendy again.”
“Luc, I don’t think…” I quickly cut him off and this time gave into my demon’s urge to snarl at him,
“I don’t want to fucking hear it! Now, I want it done and Dante…”
“Yeah?” he asked in a deflated tone.
“If she doesn’t tell you anything, then I will be the next one questioning her and I don’t need to tell you…”
“Yeah, yeah, that would be bad. I will use force this time,” he admitted making me nod despite him being unable to see it.
“Good. Report back to me when it is done,” I said knowing that this time he would get his answers, even if the Drude needed to bend a few rules to get it. Which meant invading more than one mind in search of my missing Chosen, something I had not one fucking problem with!
I hung up and got the information I needed before calling the hotel demanding that I be put through to her room immediately. Hoping now that I wasn’t too late before she was on the run again. But even if this was so, I was hoping at the very least it meant that the net was closing in around her, as I would finally have a radius of time around a centre point I could work with. And after all, a Ferrari wasn’t hard to spot in the daylight. Meaning that finally the cops may have more luck picking her up.
But in the meantime, I pressed in the number and started walking out the door as this was one conversation that was between me and my Chosen One only.
“Put me through to Miss Draven’s room,” I asked without bothering with any pleasantries.
“Let me just check the system for you, hold please.” I had to hold back a growl of impatience.
“I am sorry, Sir, but we don’t seem to have anyone by that name.” I gritted my teeth despite expecting this to be the case and said,
“Fine, then you may know what name she did give, for you can’t have many slim, beautiful young women, staying there alone.”
“Aww, that’s sweet,” the woman said making me grimace, for fucking sweet was as far from what I felt in this moment. No, murderous, furious, fucking mad was what I would have gone with and it was one that was quickly tipping over towards blind rage with every second wasted!
“Yes… quite,” I gritted out before telling her,
“She’s five foot five, black hair, naturally tanned, blue eyes, drives a Ferrari.” She snorted a laugh and said,
“Are you sure you have the right hotel, Sir?” I held back the growl of frustration and gritted out my reply,
“Yes, I am sure, and I take it by that wry tone that your establishment is a shit hole?” I snapped making her backtrack,
“Well, no that is not what I am saying…”
“I don’t care, just find the rooms where there are single female occupants!” I snapped,
“Oh, right…yes, I can do that,” she mumbled and the sound of tapping on the computer didn’t exactly fill me with confidence, but despite this and the fact that I nearly put another hole in the walls of Afterlife, a minute later she came back and said,
“There is only one and I will put you through.”
“And the name?” I asked hoping it was one she would continue to use and would aid me for future enquiries if the unfortunate need arose after this phone call.
“Miss Eyre,” she said making me roll my eyes,
“Jane Eyre?”
“Yes, that’s right…oh wait, wasn’t that a book or something?” she asked making me roll my eyes.
“Just patch me through!” I snapped before hearing it ring and ring and fucking ring until I was back with the receptionist.
“I am sorry Sir, but it seems…”
“Try again!” I snapped cutting her off and making her do just that. But once again it continued to ring, making me snarl,
“Pick up the phone, Gods be damned!”
“I am sorry, Sir, but perhaps you could try later?” The receptionist suggested making me want to throw the fucking phone against the wall as my answer.
“No, she is there!” I growled out.
“Then perhaps she doesn’t want to…”
“Take this phone to her room!” I demanded.
“I am sorry, Sir, I can’t do that,” she told me, clearly shocked.
“Why the fuck not, is it attached to the fucking wall?”
“Well, no it’s handsfree but I cannot exactly go harassing the guests,” she argued back making me close to snapping and using mind control on this bitch despite the information I needed from her. Because the possibility of doing so might render her useless, depending on her state of mind…because honestly, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t just go too far. I wasn’t exactly what you could call in control and restraint was close to becoming just a fucking word that meant nothing but failure.
“Just fucking do it!” I snapped making her say more firmly this time,
“I am sorry, Sir, but it is like I said, I cannot force a guest to…oh wait, here she is,” she said making me suddenly tense, my hand needing to find the wall to hold myself steady.
“Put her on the phone.” I forced the command through my lips on a barely held back snarl. Then I heard her sweet voice and I swear I actually sighed in relief.
“I am sorry, but do you mind giving us a minute?” The receptionist replied with some nonsense and I held my breath waiting for her.
“What do you want, Lucius?” she said in a tone that said it all, making me unable to stop myself from snapping,
“What do I want…? What the fuck do you think I want, Amelia…? Get your ass back home now!” Gods in fucking Hell, I was so angry!
“I am not a child, Luc, and I can do whatever the Hell I want with my life,” she said calmly but the second she called me Luc, I knew what little patience I’d had before this phone call just evaporated. She never called me Luc and I hated hearing it coming from her lips. She wasn’t Fae to me or even Faith, she was and always would be my Amelia and the same went for her.
I was her Lucius.
“Yeah and just how long is that life going to last out there unprotected?!” I threw back at her, wondering if she had even considered the dangers of being out there alone.
Her answer said it all,
“I think I have proven enough times how capable I am at surviving on my own, so if you don’t mind, I have shit to do, so I will…” Once again this forced my hand to crush the nearest door frame as I threatened,