Walking down one corridor after another, stopping to say Hi or give a small wave to the ones who had always been kind, polite, and civilized towards me since I had been here. While deliberately ignoring the hostile glazes and the nasty whispered muttering that was being thrown my way as I walked past. I didn't give a shit about them. No matter where you went in life at some point, you would meet a handful of assholes!! The few that had shown friendliness towards me, I gave the time of day with a hello, and a smile like I usually would do. I knew that it would be just a short matter of time before someone would notify Lucien that I was out of my room wandering around. It wasn't as if I was hiding. He had a security camera's everywhere. No matter where you turned, there was one right in your face. If on the off chance, no one bothered to tell him I was out of my prison, on my own wandering around his property like I hadn't a care in the world. He'd know I wasn't where I should be. He wouldn't be happy, which was what I was hoping for. I expected the very thought of me walking around his property would annoy him enough and cause him to come out of the hidey-hole he was hiding in.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LUCIEN
‘’She’s got some balls,’’ Damien stated, sitting his massive frame in the chair next to mine as we watched Scarlett walk around the club as if she didn’t have a care in the world. ‘’I’ll give her that,’’ watching as she stopped to have a short brief chat with various persons from my workforce.
The ones she spoke to show a liking to her while others showed the dishpan they had. At some point, I would deal with the ones who showed her disrespect. I wanted her to feel comfortable staying here. I took note that they were the ones, she didn’t bother with.
‘’She looks pissed off,’’ Damien stated his head to one side as he gazed at the monitor, not hiding the curiosity in his eyes. I had been waiting for him to comment on the having her stay, but so far, not a word had left his mouth, which was a surprise in itself. Considering he didn’t hold anything back if he had an opinion. He had told me his option on Aria, whether I had liked it or not. He was one of the few males I’d let speak to me the way he does. If it was someone else, they’d be six feet under. I scratched my cheeks, feeling the growth of hair that had grown over the last few days. I watched her on the TV monitors. Trying to realise why I was so fascinated with her. Fuck I couldn’t explain it, I hated witches, and I couldn’t stand the bitches and seeing that there hadn’t been any around for so long, we had thought they’d been wiped out. Finding that they hadn’t been, was a shock on its own. I had been avoiding her, my demon wasn’t happy. He also isn’t satisfied with the fact; I’d been spending time with Aria. He’d made that more than apparent. He had told me that he wanted to hurt her. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I hadn’t slept for the last few days, and shaving hadn’t even entered my mind. I had finally gotten rid of Aria, for how long I didn’t know. It wouldn’t surprise me if she turned up unannounced in the next few days as she had now started to do. I had informed my men, that the minute she stepped back on my property, I was to know. I couldn’t trust her.
Intel had come in late last night. I would be passing it onto Scarlett as I had promised. After all, I was a businessman, if nothing else, and helped me in the long run even better. I had instructed Logan to look into our tapes of the night her sister had gone missing. She’d been seen entering with her friends and talking to different people over the time they been here. So far, nothing, not one speck of evidence. We didn’t know if she’d left on her own or with a male or female. It showed her friends leaving, but she hadn’t been in the group. It’s as if she just disappeared. He’s now looking over the other areas of the club. Where the public wasn’t allowed to enter without an invitation being granted. Some of my men had gone out questioning people in my territory. Asking if they knew of any naturals or even humans that had gone missing. I wasn’t happy with the news that had come back. More had disappeared than any of us realised. I had put out fillers asking for information from my informants. I was pissed off that so far nothing had come back. I had instructed Damien to send a couple of the men to other territories that weren’t under my control and to keep in the shadows. I didn’t want them to be seen, you could gain more information that way. Something was happening, and I didn’t like the feeling in my gut. I had sent out invitations to the other leaders of all territories. Two of my men Jasper and Rowan, had gone to the Fae's region. I didn’t expect them to be back anytime soon …. If they got back at all. They could be nasty bastards. The Fae wasn’t known for their hospitality. They were not all like the tiny little winged people, which was in the humans' fairy tales. Most were full size, six-foot, or more in height. They were striking to look at, so beautiful that it was hard to look away once you saw one in the flesh. Most had long white hair with piercing blue eyes. The ones I’d met many generations ago had been a mixture of the white or light blonde hair. They were very private, and it was rare that you even saw them. They didn’t like mixing with other naturals, let alone humans, and getting any information from them is nearly impossible. It would be completely unexpected if it happened, but we’d need them if what I expected was coming. I just hoped I was bloody wrong. I also sent Duncan and John into Nathan’s territory. Parker and Asher into Jacobs. We were still waiting to hear back from all parties.
‘’How the fuck have they managed to be under our noses the whole time?’’ he asked me, frowning he was clearly baffled, not taking his eyes off her, ‘’from what she has told us there could be fucking hundreds of the bastards. Not only that, when was the last time either of us run into a bloody witch? Its years. It must be at least a hundred years. Maybe more. There hasn’t been any inkling of having any in living existence for generations. Surely, we would have known?’’ he asked as he turned his head towards me.
I was just as baffled as him. It didn’t make fucking sense and was pissing me off. That was one of the big mysteries. How had they managed to hide in plain sight? It was something I had every intention in finding out. ‘’I don’t know,’’ I replied, taking the last puff of my cigar before stamping it out in the ashtray, ‘’ She’s been truthful up to a certain point, but she’s also defiantly hiding something. I do not know, but I intend to find out,’’ I paused, thinking about the last witch I had seen. It hadn’t been pleasant. She’d been chased down and gutted. There hadn’t been anything left of her. ‘’I saw the last witch about a hundred and fifty years ago. She was from one of the last covens.’’ I told him never taking my eyes off the red-haired woman on the monitor. They had been evil cunts. Not one bit of emotion, running through their veins. They were all better off dead. This witch in front of me was ……. Different, I had no doubt that she was a witch and hadn’t tried to deny it. There was just something that just did not sit right with her confession, ‘’that witch from so long ago, her coven had council of the very last to exist. The old council had made sure there wasn’t any left alive. They had hunted them down and had caught them one by one and gutting them,’’