Chapter 6

Caelan glared, although with barely restrained amusement at the man that had dared barge into his office. He was already in a terrible mood and having to attend the conference that his secretary had weaseled into his schedules left a foul taste in his mouth.

The thought of having to keep up with this ridiculous sham of normalcy was more than he  could bear. To his surprise though, one hour before the dreaded meeting this blonde guy had had the audacity to trample on his security team and force his way in.

Caelan laughed as he stared at the heaving man in front of him, different ways of making him beg for his life flashing through his head in 3d.

“Listen,” The blonde guy began as Caelan rounded slowly to his desk. “Frankly this is crazy and I honestly do not know what I am doing here.” He rushed out, and Caelan could faintly hear something that sounded remarkably like fuck you Ree from the strange looking man.

“You barging in here must mean that you have something to tell me, yes?” Caelan asked amicably, his hands flicking his lighter repeatedly. He could see the moment his words registered and the man’s bright blue eyes flashed with surprise at the civility  and he almost scoffed, the media had really succeeded in ruining his reputation.

“Yes!” The strange man exclaimed, the blood on his knuckles shining a startling red to Caelan who had grown fond of that shade in particular.

“Well go on then, my patience runs thin.” Caelan gestured impatiently, he had the fucking media downstairs and that was the only thing stopping him from carving a fucking hole in this idiot’s bumbling skull.

“Uh-o-ok.” The blonde guy started, “Um here, so this might sound silly but a dear friend of mine is in grave danger and she uh, she needs your help.” The man ended with a confused grimace that interested Caelan.

People made it their life mission to avoid him and everything he stood for, but apparently someone was willing to dive into danger to secure his help, it was all very curious to Caelan.

“Who’s this creature that dares to seek my help?” He asked, almost leaning forward, way more curious than he would like to admit.

“I am not really allowed to say,” The man stammered and Caelan was at his limits.

Swinging forward, Caelan seized the poor man’s wrist and twisted it in precise, practiced motion. A sharp cry echoed through the room and his secretary promptly rapped on the door as a form of reminder not to get too violent, the media were being particularly nosy that morning.

“Ow jeez!” The strange man groaned once he was released, glaring at Caelan angrily.

“She said to tell you something about a sixth sin.” He breathed angrily and Caelan paused. A sixth sin? This was reminding him awfully of someone, someone who had dared to get away.

“Greed,” Caelan chuckled, of course he had not forgotten, he had never been this intrigued and angry in a long time. She had swept in, no bigger than a fruit fly but with all the curves to kill and had dared to seduce him and then trick him into not only escaping with her life but with the content of his vault.

He had been waiting for this, dreaming about it even, when he could finally get his hands around her neck and choke the haughtiness out of her as she begged for mercy.

“T-thing is she’s going to die.” The man interrupted his pleasant dreams and Caelan’s eyes darkened drastically, the thunderstorm that erupted in his irises capable of tearing cities apart, and his poor guest could not help but flinch, perhaps seeing the madness within him for the first time that had been poorly concealed.

“And who, pray tell, seeks to take my prey from me?” Caelan asked, pouring expensive wine into a cup, and the color was as blood red as his aura.

“The Agency.” The man bit out, and Caelan looked even more interested now as he leaned forward, his eyes alight with entertaining fire.

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Reena was running out of time, if she was going to be saved then she needed to be saved now. Will had gone incognito and for reason the only company she had had for days was Willow, and Agent seemed to relish rubbing Reena’s current situation in her face.

“What day is it?” Reena asked, trying to ignore the dryness of her throat and her extremely hoarse voice. To be taken to the Fold as a prisoner was one of the most dreadful things that could ever happen to an Agent. And being a woman was just the icing on the cake.

“It's your third day in here,” Willow smirked and Reena sighed despondently as she sat with her head bowed.

“You will be moved tomorrow,” She continued, her eyes sharp, piercing Reena through. She might have objected to that glare if she had the strength, but she didn’t, she couldn’t.

“You have been defeated,” Willow observed, and Reena smirked through chapped lips.

“And you have been yapping for days, is this the latest torture method?” Reena asked, a sigh escaping her lips and Willow frowned, displeasure evident in her every gesture.

Soon enough Willow stormed out, and Reena could finally breathe again or so she thought as she struggled to suck in one breath after another.

“Time to move Agent,” A brusque voice demanded, pulling Reena from her thoughts and she stared at him with wide eyes, her darkened pupils flickering desperately as she tried her best to understand what the fuck was really going on.

“B-but i have not even been tried!” She protested angrily, trying to twist away from the unyielding grip on her hair. One thing was for sure, the Agency were being reckless, and that could only mean one thing, someone was using her to cover their tracks, using her as a fucking decoy, she could only hope Will got back in time.