Chapter 92
Julian
It was cloudier here then it had been back home and that suited me just fine because even with everything going on my head was still splitting with pain.
“When we get inside-“ I risked a sideways glance at Megan who was preening in a little hand held mirror at my side and clearly ignoring me as she swiped her lipstick over her too fill lips. The colour of her lipstick was exactly the same shade as the lip stick on my body this morning.
“Megan.” I snapped.
She turned her head to me with the most knowing smile on her face. “I’ve been listening to every word Julian.” She snapped right back and my eyebrows shot up in shock. “I just wanted to make myself look presentable.”
“I don’t think the king cares.” I muttered under my breath as the car pulled up the final stretch of driveway and came to a stop in front of the wide doors. And not one guard stepped out to greet us.
Not one.
In fact I hadn’t seen anyone at all since we had hit the ground.
The place was as quiet as a ghost town.
Instantly my the heckles on the back of my neck lifted and I rubbed at it absently.
“Maybe I’m trying to look nice for another king.” She purred back, reaching for my knee she squeezed. I wanted to slap her hand away and tell her to shut up. I wasn’t ready to be king. Only the foolish thought they were ready to lead and after all I had failed to keep my mate and children safe , how the hell could I be expected to keep an entire race of beings safe? I had too much to learn and if the phone call was to be believed, not much time to do it.
“I’m not the king yet.” I ground out between my teeth and in answer she laughed. I had never in all of my life heard someone sound so triumphant.
“Prince Julian?” The car door swung open and the driver ducked his head to me politely. “We have arrived.”
I rolled my eyes. No shit Sherlock I wanted to say but stopped when the wind picked up.
Half out of the car I froze. My head cocked to the side. It was strange, the wind was blowing hard and fast but it seemed gentle against my face.
And it was the sweetest smelling wind I had ever tasted.
“Julian?” My name called out my a familiar voice shook me out of the daydream although it still lingered around the edges. A fantasy. Something I wanted desperately but was always just out of reach.
Straightening, I glared at my housekeeper. “Cathy. What are you doing here?” She had asked for some time off to care for a sick relative and yet somehow she was here.
“You’re not meant to be here.” She swallowed hard and the sound of it was loud even over the low thrum of the engine still idling behind us.
I took a step forward, not in a threatening way but she backed up anyway. “I could say the same thing about you.” I pointed out.
The wind blew my hair into my eyes and I sucked in a breath. There it was again. That scent. It was half hidden under something else I knew well but I ignored that.
“Welcome young prince.” She said remembering herself. “Let’s get you into the kitchen and -“
Ian.
Ian was here and so was -
The smell of her filled my lungs.
“Stay in the car Megan. Do not let her leave.” I slammed the car door on her shocked face and turned back to my housekeeper.
“Get out of my way Cathy.” I warned as she stepped directly in my way. “Now.”
“I can’t do that sir.” She stretched our her hands.
Frowning I stopped. She knew I would go right though her , there was no way she could withstand my attack but she stood there with her head held high anyway.
Except she wasn’t going to fight me, she was just trying to distract me so the people inside had a chance of getting away.
I couldn’t let that happen. Taking her by the shoulders I lifted her bodily out of the way. Scowling down at her red flustered face. “We will discuss why you have been keeping my mate from me another time Cathy.”
Without looking back I took off at a run. Taking the wide sweeping staircase three steps at a time until I came to the royal wing.
Her scent was so strong up here that I knew it wasn’t my imagination. She was here.
Right here.
Skidding to a stop right opposite my bedroom door I reached out and touched it and power zapped up my arm.
So much power that for a second my blood seemed to boil in my veins and my lungs constricted. It took everything I had to keep on my feet.
One breath and then another and then- my vision cleared.
Lifting my bowed head I stared down the long shadowy corridor and the retreating backs of-
It was them. It had to be. My mate and my oldest most trusted friend.
Mu vision seemed to pinpoint on them.
“Julian.” Ian’s voice carried. Although I knew he wasn’t shouting. He stepped in front of the woman with her back to me. Completely doing her from my view.
“You look good old friend.” He said his eyes swiftly moving across my body. “We were just leaving.”
I couldn’t help it I laughed. “I don’t think I can allow that. I’ve been looking for the pair of you for months.”
“Is that right?” Ian’s hands were loose at his sides but I wasn’t fooled. I had trained in hand to hand combat with him enough times to know he was ready for anything I threw at him.
He thought I was going to attack him. He still thought I didn’t know the truth.
“Where is she Ian?” I was too tired for this although my hangover had disappeared.
“Who?” Innocently Ian spread his hands wides. “I don’t know who you are talking about.” He said like I hadn’t already seen the bouncy long black ponytail tumbling down her back or smelt her scent on the wind.
“My mate.”
The smile slipped and a frown slammed down on his face.
“I’m guessing she is in the car that brought you or in you home?” He wasn’t even trying to pretend we were friends now.
“Where is my wife?” My temper was about to snap. And if it did , I wouldn’t care that he was a friend and that I had forgiven him. I was a wolf and he was standing between me and the woman I loved. “Where is Cassie?”
“I’m here Julian.” And then Cassie stepped out from behind his back.
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