Chapter 36

I thought I would see Nick's angry blue eyes behind the door, but when a pair of dark blue eyes, filled with panic, met mine, I froze in place. "Greg?" I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and blinked as I watched him walk towards me.

He pulled me behind him until I was behind his back, protected from Alastair. "Are you okay?" He just glanced back slightly, then his gaze returned to the man sitting across from me. I didn't know which was more dominant right now, my relief or my surprise.

And it seemed I wasn't the only one surprised.

Alastair looked quite surprised, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at Greg. "Wait a minute..." he murmured to himself, "Did I invite the wrong brother?"

"I received your message." Greg replied shortly, "Nick doesn't know yet, he's still looking for you. You should leave this place as soon as possible, or I'll be the one to kill you." Greg's voice sounded calm, but each sentence contained enough threat.

Alastair just sighed and stood up, "I'll finish it today, Gregory." He ran his fingers through his dark blond curly hair briefly and smiled at me, "I didn't hurt Eleanor at all, if you're wondering."

"If you hope Nick will kill you... you might be disappointed, Alastair. He won't do it. Do you think Nick will still kill you even knowing Eleanor will die with you?" Greg's body in front of me tensed with anger.

Alastair looked at both of us for a moment, "Nick already knows how to release Eleanor from her bond with me."

"Are you insane? What do you want actually? To die? To avenge Elizabeth because she looks like your wife?"

I tried not to flinch when I heard Greg's words.

"I don't know," Alastair replied, shrugging. "But Eleanor made me hesitate for a moment, but my plan is still going."

"What about your clan? They will hunt Nick after he kills you."

Alastair seemed really eager to die, he smiled slowly, making Greg's body in front of me tense even more. I didn't want to see Greg's expression right now. "Nick isn't that foolish, you should know... Especially after this, he will have an additional motivation. I'm sure he will do everything to survive."

This time it was my turn to freeze. He wouldn't tell Greg, would he? I only found out about this pregnancy a few moments ago. My hand moved to caress my stomach unconsciously. How could I tell Nick?

"What do you mean, Alastair? Stop talking nonsense."

Alastair smiled at me. His smile made me feel like I was being doused with ice water. He wouldn't tell Greg, would he? The question repeated in my head ten times more panicked.

"We have to go now." Suddenly Greg turned to me and reached for my hand. "Before Nick searches for you even here."

I just glanced briefly at Alastair before we left the hotel room. He wasn't smiling anymore, his empty gaze fixed on the door we passed through. He looked like an empty shell, devoid of any life. Greg still held my hand until we were in the elevator. "Are you okay, Eleanor?" Greg looked at me with a slight frown.

I nodded slightly and shook my head as I remembered something. "Alastair gave me his blood."

"Bastard. No wonder your smell is slightly different." Greg muttered, from his facial expression he looked like he was thinking hard. While my head was filled with something else, my pregnancy. "It takes a few days for his blood to fade from your bloodstream. Nick won't forgive that bastard... What did he do it for?"

"I was low on blood." I replied, half lying. "Should I hide for a while?" besides, I needed time to think too. I wasn't ready to face Nick yet.

"Are you sure? Both are equally bad for Nick, Eleanor."

Greg was right. If I hide for a while, Nick will try even harder to find me until he doesn't care about anything else. But if I return now with Alastair's blood flowing in my veins, Nick will be even more obsessed with killing Alastair. Both are equally bad for us. But I really need time to think right now. "Just a few days."

Greg nodded without saying anything else. We got out of the elevator and headed to the basement where his car was parked. There was tension between us during the journey, Greg only briefly explained where I would hide and how long I should hide until Alastair's blood faded. I just nodded as he spoke, my gaze staring blankly at the road ahead of us. Forty-five minutes later he stopped his car in front of a building that looked like a warehouse, I think we were on the outskirts of Manhattan. This area was really quiet, there were only a few other buildings that looked like large, unused factory warehouses. Greg led me inside one of the smallest buildings. From the outside, the place looked ordinary, we passed through a very spacious empty garage and climbed the stairs to a smaller room on the second floor. The late afternoon sun shone through a large window on one side of the building, flooding the place with warm orange light. There was only silence and the sound of our footsteps echoing in the place. I didn't know how Greg knew this place.

We entered the only room on the second floor, and to my surprise, the place looked like an apartment. It was even nicer than my apartment in San Francisco. A bed with white bed cover looked brand new. A TV, computer, wardrobe, and long black sofa completed the room. There were two other doors besides the one we entered through.

"Just needs a little cleaning, you can find a new bed cover in the wardrobe," Greg said suddenly.

"Okay, thanks."

Greg sighed, "I think 3 days should be enough, Eleanor. I'll keep Nick at bay for the time being."

I just nodded slightly. Greg took a cellphone from his jeans pocket, "Just in case. I have some new blood bottles in that wardrobe, should last a week."

"Okay."

Greg stared at me for a moment before nodding slightly, "You can take care of yourself, right? Nick will kill me if he finds out I'm the one hiding you, not Alastair."

"Yeah, I hope this all ends soon." I tried to smile at him. The issues on my mind right now were different from what Greg was thinking.

"Contact me if anything happens, okay?" he said as he walked towards the door. I just escorted him to the front door before going back inside. I leaned my back against the closed door and slid down to sit. My hand moved to caress my stomach. What should I do now?