~ Lumiére's POV~Lumiére's heart was pounding in his chest in anger as he tried to make sense of the chaotic scene before him. His living room, which was typically a haven of order and cleanliness, was now littered with papers and books.As he took in the disarray, Lumiére felt his frustration building. "What the hell is going on here!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. Reagan, who had been lounging on the couch the whole time, finally spoke up. "Don't look at me," he said with a shrug. "I just got back and found him and the living room in this state." He said with a hint of amusement in his eyes. Noah, who was hunched over a pile of papers, didn't even seem to notice his outburst. It pissed him off the more. The guy was still reading whatever was in the paper he was reading.He took in two steady breaths and caught Reagan watching him, "is he deaf or something…?" He fired.Reagan chuckled, "Hey, I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a little mess. Noah's a genius,
~ Lumiére's POV~Noah sighed for the umpteenth time that day, " I've promised this already, I'll still say it again… I won't be this reckless again…I promise…" he said in a solemn voice."I don't need your promises…I need you to stay where you're safe," Reagan repeated, snapping Lumiére back to the conversation at hand."You do know that I'm safe in my own home that's just one floor below the High Lord's and on your damn floor too. Reagan, I'm safe…" Noah's voice was strained, as if he had been arguing this point for hours.Reagan rolled his eyes, "We've been over this, Noah. I need to make sure you're protected. There's been too much unrest in the vampire community lately." He said.With the way Reagan was sounding, it seemed like he had been on this for days.he couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between Reagan and Noah. He had been so caught up in council meetings that he hadn't had the chance to catch up on what had been happening in his own home. Reagan's firm ins
~ Lumiére's POV~"So Arin told me that you're seeing someone..." Reagan started, without warning. He immediately noticed the shock on Lumiére's face after he had spoken. The High Lord had clearly not been expecting him to know about this or discuss it.Reagan could see the confusion in Lumiére's eyes, and he knew he had to explain how he found out. He recounted how after their outing the other day, Arin had called him and told him about a certain lady in Lumiére's life who he had no idea existed.Lumiére's expression turned to a frown as he arched a brow at Reagan. "Arin told you this? Why would he say something like that?" he asked in a low, careful voice.Reagan knew he had to be honest with Lumiére, so he replied, "Kind of... not exactly his words though."Lumiére nodded gently and swallowed before looking at Reagan. "I'm not seeing anyone, Reagan. I don't know where Arin got this idea from, but I assure you it's not true," he denied.A lie.Reagan sat on the edge of the bed and wa
~ Reagan's POV~Reagan smirked, good, he was getting on the guy’s nerves now. He needed to make sure that Lumiére knew what was at stake here.“ I just reminded you, because you seem to have forgotten. Now is not the time to be dating a human secretly Lumiére. It’s against the rules, it’s forbidden.” He said.Lumiére should know, he was the fucking High Lord.“ … I’ve said this earlier, I’m not seeing anyone or dating, Reagan… I know the rules… “ Lumiére spat.He sure hoped so, that what his cousin was saying was the truth. They had made this mistake before that had almost cost them the entire vampire race. Even though Lumiére couldn’t remember since his memory was wiped. Reagan could still remember.“ But there’s someone of interest… “ he continued, arching a brow. “ yes” Lumiére replied in a quiet voice, “ Yes, there is… “ he added, shifting on the bed.“ And nothing has transpired between you both… “ Reagan went further to ask.Lumiére sighed, rubbing his left brow again
~ Raven's POV~As Raven slowly opened her eyes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation. "Where am I?" she thought to herself. She had been bracing herself for the worst, expecting to be greeted by the sight of dank, musty walls and the cold metal of chains on her hands and legs. But instead, she found herself in a spacious room that looked almost luxurious compared to her own rooms in her house. The memories of the previous day came flooding back to her, causing her heart to race with a mix of fear and confusion. She was a Night Watcher, a fact that she still found difficult to wrap her head around. The idea that she had been reborn and had lived a previous life as a strong warrior and future leader of a sect seemed too fantastical to be true.Despite her doubts, Raven couldn't help but feel a small glimmer of hope when she looked down at her shoulder and saw the symbol still etched there. It was no longer throbbing with pain like it had been before, but the mere prese
~ Raven's POV ~Jansen, with a serious expression, gestured to the elevator and led her to a new destination. As they rode the elevator, Jansen remained tight-lipped, leaving her with a head full of questions. She couldn't help but wonder where they were heading, as the floor number was not displayed on the elevator. They proceeded down a quiet hallway, each step taken in complete silence. Her mind raced with inquiries, including why Jansen was being so cryptic and where they could possibly be going.Within a matter of minutes, they reached another set of doors. Jansen stepped forward and placed his hand on a security panel beside the door, and the entrance immediately opened. The level of security that they had encountered was astonishing, with numerous locked doors they had to pass through. Jansen's security clearance seemed to be endless, making her contemplate Nolan's prior statement. It made her wonder if what Nolan had said earlier was actually true. They had too many security
~ Reagan's POV~Reagan reluctantly descended the long flight of stairs that led to the grim holding cells beneath the Sanctuary. The pungent odor of death permeated the air, assaulting his senses as he made his way down. It was a place he despised, a place where despair and desperation seemed to manifest themselves in tangible form. But duty called, and Reagan knew that if he wanted to find Arin, this was the place to start.As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Reagan surveyed the dimly lit hallway. The flickering fluorescent lights did little to alleviate the eerie ambiance that clung to the concrete walls. He spotted Arin standing resolutely in front of the holding cell at the far end of the fifth corridor, his arms folded across his chest, his expression grave and imposing. Reagan approached cautiously, matching Arin's serious demeanor."Hey, you..." Reagan greeted, his voice tinged with both weariness and concern."Hey," Arin replied tersely, his eyes never leaving the scene
~ Reagan's POV~“ I was chasing a lead when I stumbled into them. It looked recent, probably happened last night. There are more too, down I trail, I couldn’t bear it so I asked the other sentinels to follow it… they reported back… more than twenty victims were found in a reservoir tank, death… “ Arin told him.“Oh my goodness… vampires did it?” he asked, his voice trembling with shock and disbelief.Arin, still visibly shaken, nodded his head slowly in confirmation. "Yes, they are bringing in the bodies as we speak," he managed to say, his words catching in his throat. The magnitude of the situation weighed heavily on him, leaving him struggling for words.Reagan, understanding the depth of Arin's distress, gazed at him with empathy, stepping closer and gently placing Arin's head on his shoulder. In moments like these, Reagan was reminded that Arin, despite his outward appearance of strength and bravery, possessed a tender heart akin to that of Lumiére. It was this shared vulnerabilit