Emily was there every passing second. She did not leave her friend'a side for a moment, not even for a a split second. As she sat there, she continued to wonder what would have happened to Roxanne. Lancelot had said she was involved in an accident, but he had not told her what type, or exactly how much damage it had done to her best friend. All in all, she was glad that Roxanne was alive. She could not imagine what it would have been like to come all the way from America to London, only to hear...bad news. The thought sent shivers down her spine as she shuddered, placing her hand on Roxanne's head in an attempt to check her friend's temperature. She had done that over twenty times in two hours. But, Emily would have none of it. She had imagined her reunion with her friend a million times, and seeing Roxanne in a hospital bed, bundled up like an Egyptian corpse. She could not help herself anymore. The tears she had fought so hard to keep at bay rushed to the forefront of her eyelid
Ava did not say another word to either of her parents, and neither one walked her to the door, or ensured that she got into her car. Her father only whispered something her mother's left ear, and Theresa's eyes glowed, before she stared in pity at her daughter. Even if Theresa wanted to hold Ava and assure her that all will be well, she knew she couldn't. It was their tough upbringing that had caused them to be one of the most successful couples in the Relish line, neither Garrett nor Theresa needed their daughter to be soft. She put her sunshades back on and catwalked out of the mansion; the one she had called her home. She headed straight for her car, opened the door and flung herself into it. When she was safely seated, she banged her fists against the car horn verociously, while screaming in anger at the top of her voice, where she was sure nobody would see or hear her; not from the tinted glasses of her car. Ava inserted her car keys into the keyhole and set the engine to igni
TAPUM 95 Lancelot got into his car and drove steadily, yet hasitily, with one goal and one goal only; to find out the truth about Roxanne's kidnap. There were so many theories that could be made by looking at the video, Lancelot needed to be sure exactly what it was that happened, and to do that, he needed a plan. In ten minutes, he was behind his mother's car, and driving past the gate of the palace. The palace environment looked empty now; a signal that most of the guests had left and returned to their various homes. The big ceremony was over, whatever was left to do now, was for close friends and family. He couldn't help but wonder if it was his aunt, Hermione. But, he did not think his aunt had it in her to kidnap and torture an innocent person in such a way. That personality belonged more to his mother, Madeline, than his aunt. However, he had doubts that it was his mother, there was no hint in her eyes that she had been the one responsible when she saw Roxanne. Lancelot had s
Lancelot's eyes dropped to the floor where the champagne flute had shattered into pieces, spilling the expensive content all over the floor. Terror washed over Elizabeth, freezing her spine and paralysing her senses, so much so that her hands remained in the air, in the exact posture she had dropped the glass. She was unable to move, and at a loss for both words and actions. The entire Dankworth house sat in confusion, both Madeline and Edward were extremely pissed that their effort at making Lancelot's first dinner as Alpha king memorable, had proven futile. Anger flashed in Edward's eyes as he looked around him, his eyes searching for Peter, who was the only one able to give an explanation for what was going on. While Elizabeth sat, hyperventilating, Edward spoke up in anger. "Where is Peter? What is going on here?" In that moment, Lancelot tore his gaze away from Elizabeth and her mother and raised his hand. Both husband and wife focused their eyes on their son, and the rest of
Emily's jaw dropped.."You have got to be fucking kidding me." Roxanne sighed and leaned further into her gurney. "Believe me Em, I wish I was kidding, but I am really not." Emily was finding it hard to believe anything that was being said to her right now. It felt like she had been hit by a giant asteriod of information and truth and her brain had been divided into millions of invisible parts - see? She could not even make sense of what she was feeling. Not only was her friend living in the midst of werewolves, she had been kidnapped by them, and apparently, witches, vampires and fairies with weird healing powers did exist. Everything hit her with a strong shockwave and if Roxanne wasn't her bestfriend, she would have thought her to be mad. Roxanne studied her friend's eyes carefully. Of course, she had expected Emily to react like this. Infact, she would have found it extremely strange if her friend was less surprised. Still, it had not prepared her to tell Emily all that had h
Immediately the "dinner turned catastrophe" was over, Ava excused herself from the dinning room, before any of the Dankworths did. There was no doubt they were going to have a long and brutally honest family discussion after what had happened. It would have been nice to stay back and listen, since she would soon be a part of the family as well. But, Ava knew she had more pressing issues to attend to. Now that it was obvious she was not the only one who sought to send Roxanne to hell, she was certain that when she finally did, there would be no way Lancelot would be certain it was her. Except he had solid proof, but, with the method she had devised, no one would know what happened. It would be said that she died in her sleep, a slow and less painful death. Lancelot would be devastated, no doubt, but he would be alright. And everything would be back to normal, as go as it had always been planned. She was absolutely delighted and could not wait to share her good and smart news with he
Dinner was a lot more than exhausting for Lancelot. He had never been the type to talk too much, but everything that happened at dinner, required too much talking. When he was back into his room, and in the comfort of his bed, he managed to allow his thoughts drift to more happy things; such as the life he intended to build with Roxanne. While he was still swirling in his thoughts, he got a call from doctor Flinn."Your grace, you have done a lot and been through so much stress already. Do get some sleep please." She had said, and Lancelot had promised her he would go to bed. Shortly after, butler Lee came in as well. Lee on the other hand, was not very lenient on making Lancelot rest; he was very strict and told the alpha king that he would not step out of his room, until Lancelot gave him his "gentleman's word" that he would put his phone off and go to sleep; at least for this night. Defeated, Lancelot gave him and did as he had said he would.His eyes opened- much to his dismay -
Peter drove steadily and quietly, but he had a lot of questions to ask. So, he decided to communicate with Lancelot through their mind link. His hands stayed fixed on the steering wheel, his eyes on the road, as his wolf reached out for communication with Lancelot's wolf. "Your grace, I am quite worried about this plan of yours. The palace is in a current state of pandemonium. I am really concerned about how you plan to bring her back, now that everyone knows who she truly is. This would cause an uproar sir, no one would let it pass." Lancelot listened to Peter carefully. He knew that what Peter said was true, but it was the only solution. He had to make sure he stayed with Roxanne, it was the only way to guarantee her safety now. "Just do as I instruct you, allow me to worry about the rest." "But sir..." "I said, allow me to worry about the rest." Peter said nothing again, the mindlink was disconnected, and no one said a word. Not even Roxanne who was boiling with rage in her s