Camilla's POV continues
As I pull out the driveway, I connect my playlist to the car, blasting music through the speakers at a moderate volume. Karla requests to hear Lewis Calpadi's 'someone you loved' and I play it for her, with her singing it word for word because Kingston plays it all the time in his car. The next song I play is 'wrong direction,' by Hailey Steinfeld.
Karla is quick to grip the lyrics by time I drop her off, she knows it word for word, tune for tune, as well as three other songs she has me play her on repeat.
The rest of my ride to Dark Moon is silent, silent despite the music. Mirabelle calls me once to get my opinion on something and we end up staying on call longer than intended, chatting up a storm until Kingston interferes, starting an argument with me about distracting people when they're working. This time he has a point but I don't let him live it down.
I submit my strongest contention and cut the call, feeling satisfied with myself at the long list of missed calls and voicemails he leaves me, attempting to pick up a win in the argument. Nonetheless, he doesn't know he won, I don't text him back for four hours, only replying to him when I'm getting my tank filled.
Driving here was a bad choice, I should have taken a plane here, but the Pack is yet to purchase one. Even with all the short routes to here that I took, all thanks to google maps, I still couldn't get here earlier than six hours later.
I'm already dreading the ride back as I enter Ryan's packhouse, causing alarm with the mere glance at my car plate number. It wasn't my idea to stamp a Silverline's unique seal on it, which now that I'm thinking of it, I assume Sheryl had something to do with the logo change.
Stepping out of my car, after parking it next to my dad's range rover, I walk in line with the pack house entrance. My eyes meet a familiar face, Raquel. I'm guessing Mikel finally brought her here to stay, she's looking a tad bit more annoyed. Her gaze roams over me, all color draining from her face. “You're alive?” she rasps.
“I know, it's disappointing.” I snort, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Anyhow, is Ryan Around?”
“I don't know, how am I supposed to know?” she counters, irritation instantly filling me.
I take a quick glance at my watch, taking a whiff of fresh air but it comes off with a hint of her scent. “1:54pm, too early.” I tsk,
“Way too early to get my hand's bloody. However, I will suggest you shut the fuck up if you're not going to give helpful or sensible answers, if not, I will be tempted to get my hand's dirty with your blood.” I pout, “And these are a new set.” my face furrows, my hand displaying my nails, I like this set, the artist was precise and clean with it.
I've promised myself I'm not killing or torturing anyone while I wait this new set of nails out, it's too good to ruin easy but that doesn't mean I won't be tempted too. And Raquel, she's been asking for it since the day we met, I wasn't giving in to them but I just might give it now.
Raquel stares at me with her slanted head as I walk away, my first end being the Tv room, where I find Arielle, Ashanti, Vanessa, and Tamina. The tv is off, with them discussing something but instantly going mute the second they discern my presence. “Hello,” I greet. My hand flickering in a wave motion at everyone, no one reacts to me, they simply stare at me blankly.
They're giving me the silent treatment, or they aim to give me the silent treatment.
“Damn, so this is how it is now? Am I allowed to say damn?” I ask, my gaze swirling around the room.
“I can't believe you Milla,” Ashanti murmurs, shaking her head.
In response, everyone grunts, throwing pillows at her. “Ashanti,” they moan in unison.
Ashanti throws her hands up, “Gee, sorry I don't know how to stay quiet.”
I snorted out a laugh, they didn't really try to give Ashanti a silent treatment. Like she said, she can't keep anything bothering her to herself, she will speak her mind until everything is off her chest.
Besides Ashanti, no one else speaks, they all go back to ignoring me, like I am not in the room. I did this to myself, I take responsibility for it but right now, I need to see Dad and Ryan, and also Michael before he's overly mad at me.
“I know you're all upset with me, but is Ryan here? I'd like to see him, and I promise I'll come talk with you right after.” I petition, anticipating the reaction I get.
Alas, Arielle speaks. “In his office,” she rolls her eyes, her hands pointing behind her to the exit and fastest way to Ryan's office, through the elevator.
“Thank you,” I let out, walking out to total silence, I hate it. These women never keep quiet, they are like children at a tea party when they link up but right now, they're acting frigid with me, it hurts but it won't surface, I shove that sharp pain of disappointment down under, where it can't haunt me.
Ryan is at his desk when I enter, not knocking because he hates it when I knock. The multitude of paperwork on her desk makes me remember my desk back to Silverline, I never knew how hard it is to get through them until I was in his exact shoes.
“Hey,” I greet.
Ryan looks up from the file in his hand, his gaze doing a quick scan of injuries on me like he does everytime I see him, it makes me smile. “First thing in the morning, huh?” he asks, fading my smile to nothing.
“I shockingly have a lot of work to catch up on because I neglected it to look for my missing sister who you won't believe this,” he pauses. A laugh escaping him, “Was not missing to begin with,” he says, his hands making a brain explosion gesture before turning his gaze back to his file. “Now, please don't disturb me.”
“Ryan please,” I let out, my tone pathetic with the attempt to sound more sorry than I am about the entire situation. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to be late, I simply dropped Karla off at school and came straight here, it's a longer drive than I anticipated, next time I'll just fly here.”
Ryan rises from his desk, walking around the table to the sofa chairs where he sits down slowly. “Fine, take a seat.” he says, his hand motioning to the sofa opposite him.
I moved hastily, settling in the seat with my legs crossed at the ankles and my hands in my lap, the sitting position one of our sisters taught me but I never seemed to grasp. Ryan laughs, making me frown at him. “What?
“Is that even comfortable, since when do you sit like that?”
I shrug, my hands tapping into my thigh anxiously, I don't want to talk about Adrian with him but I must, that's the whole point of this conversation. I don't want to think about him but at least I know this will be the last time I discuss him with anyone.
“Are you okay?” Ryan asks, slanting his head towards me, in response I nod, to which he too nods. “Princess, I felt like a failure in the three days that I couldn't track you down, I didn't know what I'd say to dad.
I was crushed when I discovered you weren't where I thought you'd be, I thought something bad must have happened to you but still, I held on to hope that you'd be okay when I found you. But tell me, why didn't you come here?”
I gulp, peering at him, “I knew you'd stand up for me and I'd go back to him like nothing had happened in a few days and a month later he would do something to hurt me again and I would take him back, like nothing happened. I needed to be somewhere he couldn't reach me but I ended up at Takishini and did some things I hardly regret.” I say, making myself additionally comfortable in the chair, with Ryan searching my eyes for something, lies, anger, regret? Well, there's nothing there.
“I am sorry,” I say looking away from him, his gaze is beginning to burn into me and I don't want it to, every lie in my truths will be laid out naked for him if I let his gaze penetrate me. “I didn't want you to start a war for me, I knew shit..”
“Language,” he protests, making me pause my sentence with a tiny laugh.
“Yes, I mean things, I didn't want you to complicate things because of me and also because I needed to be alone, I needed to grow some balls and take on my problems without my brother obliterating the world for me.” I snort.
Ryan grins, “You have more courage than most Alpha's, no one would tell you're a newbie, you command attention and respect without asking for it, I'm proud but still upset with you about your actions.”
My heart swells with pride as I peer my gaze back at him, a wide grin stretched across my lips. “I learned from the best.” I told him.
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