She ran one of the smaller regions on the outskirts of Lucian’s territory. Lucien had entrusted it to her many years ago. He had never mentioned, why the hell he had even given it to her. At the time Lucien had been so infatuated with her, he would have given her the world if she’d asked him. Personally, I had thought he’d been damn right reckless in doing so, I still thought the same way. Lucien knew I had no love for the woman and never would. She liked to get her own way, no matter the cost. Now I had to go and tell Lucien that she was back, demanding once again to see him. I just hoped that he was in a better mood than he had been in the last few weeks. Now there were two matters to deal with. Aria and the other uninvited guest. It was up to Lucien to decide who to deal with first.
I stood in front of the heavy wooden door, where Lucien sat somewhere behind. Knowing he wasn’t going to be so happy in being disturbed, I knocked before I entered.
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How the hell had I landed myself in this position, oh yes, I scoffed to myself, I had been caught bloody red handed that’s how. How stupid could I have been and now here I was, waiting for their lord and master to appear. I was in a shit load of trouble and it was only going to get worse. How I was going to get out of this? I had to think on my feet. Think about what I was going to say, any excuse wouldn’t do. It had to appear genuine making it sound that I wasn’t lying before he arrived. Not only that, the glamour wasn’t going to last much longer, nor where the protection spells.
I could feel them beginning to waver, I knew I had an hour at most. Maybe slightly longer if my luck stayed. I just hoped I could get out of this predicament before that happened. I would have to play dumb. I’d say that I had gotten lost not realising that I had gone into a part of the club that wasn’t allowed.
I knew he was coming; I could feel him reaching out. Feel him leaking into the pores of my skin, into my very bones. The feeling was so strong I felt the energy pouring in through the walls of the building, his power radiating to my very core. I saw the flicker of my true appearance come and go. Shit, the spells were wearing off much quicker than we had hoped. Was it the power he beheld that was causing it or the spells were not as powerful as we had hoped they would be? No matter which way I looked at it, I was about to be in deep trouble and if I was truthful to myself there was no way that I was going to get out of it. Megan had definitely been here; I had seen her in the vision. She’d been with somebody else. A man, but I hadn’t been able to see who it was. His face had been in complete shadow. That was the one and only vision I had had in the two hours I had been here. Without a doubt I now knew she had been taken, but how? I didn’t know. My vision hadn’t completely let me see what had happened.
The only feeling I had gotten and felt was she’d been happy. Too happy. It was as if she had not a care in the world and was floating on fluffy white clouds. Had she been drugged? It was possible, but with what or by whom I hadn’t a clue, not yet. It was so frustrating not knowing who the hell had taken her. I had a feeling it had something to do with the man she’d been with. Though she hadn’t been frightened while in his company, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d been in danger. I paused in my thoughts turning my gaze towards the footsteps I could hear coming towards the door, deep voices penetrated through the dark wood. I tried to hear what they were saying to each other, all I could hear where a few words here and there. Not being able to make any sense out of what was being said. I sat there waiting for that very door to open, I couldn’t help, but wonder if they were talking about me or Megan.
I hated the waiting; it drove me crazy. I knew without a doubt that Lucien Sinclair was behind that door. I didn’t like the thoughts that kept popping into my mind a mixture of dark and sexual. I didn’t know what was more alarming. Both scared the hell out of me. I knew from the pictures I’d seen of him that he was a raw sexual being. I had never been one to frighten easy, I knew what was coming and had learnt to accept it to a certain extent. This was something entirely different. He was a different thing altogether; I knew there was darkness in him, and I hadn’t even met him yet. I knew that he was the dark to my light. He had a blackness that was so deeply imbedded inside of him that I could feel it pouring and sinking through the walls around me and I hated to admit it to myself, it scared the shit out of me. I sat waiting for fate to walk through that very door, I had decided I was going to fight whatever I’d seen in my dreams. It couldn’t happen, I choked back a laugh, who the heck was I kidding even if I fought it I knew that it wouldn’t stop the outcome. The fates must be having a bloody laugh at my expense. If I could get my hands on even just one of them, I’d tell them what I thought. No, I would ring their bloody necks!
I got up from the seat I’d been sitting on, walking over to the large window. Gazing out into the darkness I gave a low laugh. I wanted to yank that damn door open and demand what the holdup was. To just get it over and done with, to scream in frustration. I had never been one to patiently wait, it just wasn’t in my nature. It was one of my flaws, so my family liked to inform me. I held my breath as the door swung open. I could see his reflection staring back at me from the glass window. It caused me to try suck in more air, it was as if the oxygen in the room had been sucked out causing me to have trouble breathing. The door shut with a deafening click. I was now completely alone with this man. I felt his dark gaze boring into the back of my head, as if trying to worm its way into my mind and trying to read my thoughts. I felt those same eyes running down my body taking in the red and black uniform. I prayed that the enchantment was going to hold that little bit longer. Long enough that I’d be able to get out without anyone knowing my true form. I knew it was going to end before this evening would.
I stood stock still not moving a muscle. As if rooted to the very floor I stood on. An air of danger came from him oozing out of his pores swirling around me as if it would consume me and drag me under like a punch to my gut. He was big, huge in fact much bigger in the flesh than in any of the photos we had seen. He must stand at least 6feet 4 maybe taller. His body was more muscular than in my visions and dreams. His eyes penetrated through my skin, to my very bones. Burning a hole right to my very soul. I felt his eyes on me like fingers touching me, stroking me and holding me in place. He moved closer watching with those bottomless black eyes. Calculating my reaction as if he was waiting for me to flee.
Did he expect me to make a run for it? Hell, where would I even run to, the door was now tightly shut, and he was in the way of any hope of freedom I might have harboured. Instinct and my own survival told me to run. To get the hell out of here because this was hell. Where the flames would reach out licking at me, threatening to burn me alive. I had to get my feelings under control. This man was far more dangerous than any of us had realised.
He stood a few feet away from me standing half in the shadows and half in the light. Making him seem almost like a phantom, like a hallucination. Making it harder for me to read him. He was just there …. Watching. Was he waiting to see if I would say something? It was as if he was daring me to make a move for freedom or utter a word to him. Still he stayed silent not uttering a word. Still watching me with those black eyes.
For a brief moment he moved his head out of the shadows giving me a flash of his face. I couldn’t read him; his face was void of any emotion. I gathered what courage I could master up swallowing down my fear and slowly turned around. I suddenly felt hot, as if the heat in the room had gone up tenfold.