Sophia’s pov.“That was brilliant Sophia!That was absolutely brilliant.”Ulric’s voice is like a low whisper in the car but I can hear the excitement in it. The open joy and glee at the fact that we’ve successfully deceived the public again.He glances at me, the smile on his face almost blinding, before dulling down into something more self-aware, something more sober about his faults and what exactly he’s happy about.He asks, slowly, testily, “Are…. are you okay Sophia?”I chuckle and look away because he really doesn’t want to know the answer to that. I give him the response I know he wants to hear, just rephrased and with something extra.“I’m just glad we were both able to keep to our parts of the agreement.”Ulric’s voice floats into my ears almost a minute later.“You still have to stay with me for some time though… you know that, right Sophia?”I want to nod and tell him I understand.The media will be on the hunt for something, anything they can use in generating controvers
I get down from the bus on my way to the small apartment I have rented online.Guards tail me from a distance but I'm not afraid because they’re mine. I asked them to tail me.They can keep the reporters away, since that’s the only thing Ulric seems to care about. I feel my anger rise now at the mere thought of it.How dare he!How dare he take the fragments of my heart and dash it into even more miserable pieces by raising his batshit voice at me! I could have ruined him today!I…. I could have told the whole world that my husband is a horrible man, and he’s a bastard who hit a woman for taking a picture of him, a woman who was hired by his betrayal of a mistress by the way.I open the door to the rundown complex of apartments and take the stairs up. I only have my duffel bag with me, I changed into jeans and a shirt on my way here, and I got myself a face cap from an elderly woman selling some by the roadside.The thoughts I try to keep at the surface, those thoughts tell me that fo
“It’s not poisoned. I promise.”Her name is Alora.She’s an employee at Juniper News station, a low-ranking reporter who has had it a bit tough in the industry.“I know it’s not poisoned. I’d have smelt it.”Alora’s eyes widen when I say that and she moves closer slightly, my mind wondering how she slides so easily while seated on a heap of clothes, “So it’s true then.”A slight pause ensues but she continues the next moment. “You really did smell the poison at the Moonfall Lagoon, even when all the other men there didn’t?”A smile creeps onto my face involuntarily at that because it’s a memory I'd almost forgotten. Ulric took the praise for that.I nod subtly and take my first sip of her tea as I respond,“It was simple to pick out, and I'm sure anyone else could have done it. They were all just, occupied.”This happened four years ago.“That’s so cool.”Alora moves back to her space, letting out a wonder-filled breath as she sips her tea. I sip mine too and the rich taste of the st
Caelum’s pov.I tug on my tie as I pick up my phone and ask,“What’s she been up to lately?”Ragnar growls lowly in my mind from the irritation of knowing our mate is the one being spoken of but the annoyance in me makes him calm down soon enough.The darned wolf has been nagging at me all day.“There’s still no sign of her Master Maximoff. My sources say she left the Highrise mansion before noon two days ago.”Right as they arrived from the conference then.I feel something hot running through my blood at the thought of her, and the need to do something with my hands, anything at all with them, overcomes me.I imagine digging them into her hair again and a low husk of a sound leaves my lips.“Mr Maxim?”I cut the call and groan because what the hell!What, the actual hell?~It’s the mate bond dummy.~I snarl back a response at my wolf, “Of course I know it’s the mate bond.”~Then go find your mate.~I can hear the impatience in Ragnar’s tone and in my mind’s eye he gives me a look he
Caelum is glaring at me.The look is one of such undisguised spite that I can see he’s not faking it. His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks,“Don’t, ever, call me a creep again.”The stubbornness in me rears its head because I get multiple signals from that statement alone.I could mock him further, ask him tauntingly if he was bullied as a child. Does my calling him names touch a nerve!Otsana’s low whine in my head makes me stop those thoughts.I take a deep breath and look away, willing all my self-control into not saying any more than I have right now. I ignore him and go back to my weak attempt to garden.The gardening tools I need are delivered, the watering can, the seeds.I let the peace of this activity take me with it and though it is anything but peaceful, there’s something about today that feels peaceful, and to deny that would be to do a disservice to the sun. To the wind blowing softly, gently, to that one tree that’s grown so tall that its branches lean over the
“I was only messing with her.”Alora’s voice is low and meek, but maybe that’s just because I'm outside the room and plastering my ear to the door. Regardless of that, I should be able to hear what’s going on inside the room. I am a werewolf.Alora and Caelum’s voices die out almost immediately after that and I let out a low groan because, why? Why did I let him in there to speak with her alone?I mean it was obvious they knew each other, or rather he knew who she was, and if he knew who she was then she probably knew who he was too.Otsana chuckles in my head and I shoot her a glare because I'm rambling now, and I'm overreacting, and she’s finding it funny.Caelum could know Alora for any number of reasons. Maybe she was secretly working for him too and she didn’t tell me that.I feel a swear word line my lips at the thought of that but I push it down. This is all paranoia, and I can't be paranoid, not now.They’re just in there, two adults, having a normal conversation.I walk back
Sophia’s pov.“How many days did he wait for me?”The vagueness of the answers I've been getting annoys me. A low calm voice comes out from the other end, his tone trying really hard to conceal the notes of nervousness.“Actually Luna, we have no way of knowing that yet. I’ve checked with every hotel within a five-mile radius, none of them will admit to taking in a Mr Caelum Highrise.The public security cameras aren’t helping either. There’s footage of his car on the road, but after a while it just disappears, our tech team can’t explain it. I’m so sorry Luna Sophia. He must be using some form of advanced technology to cloak himself.”I really hate how that makes me feel.It’s like I'm not dealing with just any random bozo here, and I sigh, gritting my teeth as I try to reign in my temper.That man saw me naked.I feel my cheeks flame up as I think of it and I don't even know how to react.My towel must have dropped off my chest while I grabbed the candle lamp, and he knew, he was lo
“Excuse me?”The bartender dude gives me a look, trailing his eyes slowly from my waist before stopping at my face with a hard, unwelcoming expression. His reply is cold and frigid, “I said no drinks for you here. If you want to get drunk, go somewhere else.”A dull flame of self-righteous anger lights up in my chest because that’s not even what I’m here for! How dare he assume I'm here to drink?“Do you even know who I am? Why the hell would you think I'm here to drink?”The bartender chuckles and the side of his lips go up in a smile that has no humor showing on his face, “Maybe it’s because the last time you were here you were rude and you got so drunk I had to call the owner of the bar on you.”My retort hangs in my throat because he’s right about that, but still.“I am a woman who knows how to handle herself, it was your choice to call him, not mine. I still had time left, you could have just sold me the drinks y’know.”He nods to that, the sides of his mouth curving downwards