Chapter 241: Rhys
I pulled Grace closer to my side as we walked, and I grabbed Michael by the shoulder so that he was closer to me. I didn’t know the vampires very well, but I did know enough not to trust them. They knew Grace, and that made me worry.
Michael tried to pull Iris closer to him, the same way I had just done to him, but she shrugged him off and sent a glare his way. I sent them both a warning glance but returned to scanning the long hallway we were walking down. Every 10 feet or so there were doors leading to who knows what, and Margaret, the Queen, wasn’t sharing.
“You don’t need to act like we’re strangers, Rhys,” Margaret smiled back at us, “You needn’t be so afraid. I don’t bite... Unless you ask me to.” She flashed her fangs at us, but I didn’t flinch, I just gave her a bored look. She was always like this, a little bit of a flirt, but knowing full well nobody would take her up on it, at least not in our circles.
“Margaret, you haven’t changed,” I gave her a tight smile, but we both knew it was fake.
She laughed coldly and brushed me off. She was a flirt and a bit much, and I usually found the witches more intolerable.
“You knew her name, who is she?” Grace’s sweet voice mindlinked me.
“Margaret Garrison. The Queen of the Vampires.” I responded easily. It was nice being able to talk to my mate in these delicate situations.
“Here,” Margaret stated, opening a door on the left side of the hallway. “This will be your suite while you are here. I think it should be large enough for your group?”
“Thank you, Queen Margaret.” Grace acknowledged the woman gracefully.
“My my, you do figure things out quickly, now don’t ya?” Margaret replied coyly. “Now, you all freshen up, but do not be late dinner.”
Margaret closed the door behind, and I immediately locked it as Sawyer did a sweep around the suite. There appeared to be 4 bedrooms all surrounding a small kitchen and living area. Unlike the rest of the vampire city, there were colors. The couch was a deep red wine color that appeared to be velvet. The walls were grey with portraits of fields and flowers that looked vaguely familiar. It was eclectic and beautiful all at once, but definitely not my style.
“Are we going to be here long enough to sleep or do rooms not matter that much?” Michael asked, his eyes wide as he took in everything.
“I don’t know.” I told him honestly. “I guess that depends on how dinner goes. There should be a variety of clothes in each room. Please dress nicely. We need this to go well, and style matters to vampires. But for now, Grace and I will take this room, and the rest of you fight it out.”
I then pulled Grace into the room I had chosen for us, and closed the door as chaos ensued on the other side.
“Now that was a little unnecessary,” She scowled.
“What?” I played innocent. “I didn’t do anything except remind them that they have free will.”
“Is it really free will if there’s a prophecy?” She asked nervously.
I sucked in a breath. Of all the things to say, I didn’t expect her to say that. I leaned in an brushed a loose strand of hair out of the way before cupping her face.
“What do you know of it?” I asked uneasily.
“Well, it seems like you know more.” She answered with surprise in her voice. “I thought we agreed not to keep things from each other.”
“Well, to be completely fair, I first truly heard about it when you decided you didn’t want to get out of bed for 2 weeks, and I was a little in over my head with everything. It sort of slipped through the cracks. I’m sorry, I should have told you.”
I looked into her eyes expecting to see hate or resentment, but I just saw acceptance. We had spent so much time drowning lately, she seemed to know it wasn’t like I had kept this from her on purpose.
“I know you didn’t mean it.” She said gently. “Everything has just been a lot. You’re doing the best you can. I know that.”
“How do you know about any prophecies?” I asked, realizing that I might not have told her anything, but she still seemed to know something about them.
“Well, I’m not sure you would believe me if I told you.” She looked away from me, and the hesitation in her voice nearly killed me.
“Try me,” I responded, gripping her chin lightly, forcing her to look back at me.
“I had a dream. Before the first time we ended up in the Land of the Gods. I don’t know if it was a memory or if I was in the Land of the Gods and didn’t know it. But I met a woman. It wasn’t the Moon Goddess. I thought for a while she might be, but she was too... direct? Plus, when we went to the Land of the Gods, we met with someone else, who actually felt like the Moon Goddess. I know that sounds crazy, but I’m fairly sure of that...”
I frowned. She had been to the Land of the Gods before? Or had she entered another realm completely? What if it was just a dream and none of it was real? But then how would she know about the prophecy?
“Okay... And what happened?” I asked finally after I had had a moment to process.
She wrung her hands and looked away from me, and I didn’t force her to look at me again. I let my hand fall to my side and sat on the bed in attempting to look patient, and she plopped down next to me.
“Well, I don’t really remember.” She answered finally.
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