Chapter 112
Jenna won’t admit it but she was glad that John (Paris) did not remember anything because she knew that it will most likely mean the end of him in her life.
“The doctor said not to try to force it,” Jenna said, putting her hand on his arm. “Come, let me show you my pub.”
Paris followed her into her pub that looked like your average hangout spot with dark stained wood finishes.
While Jenna was catching up on paperwork, Paris kept Conrad busy by asking him all about beer and alcohol and different cocktails and how to mix them. By nightfall, Paris was serving customers like a pro bartender.
“You must be a barman of some sort. I have never seen anyone learn everything so fast,” Conrad said when they locked up with Jenna.
“Good night, Conrad,” Jenna said, and together with Paris, they went into the building to go to her apartment.
They spent the rest of the week going around town to random parks and popular hangouts during the day in the hope to trigger John’s (Paris) memory and spent the evenings working at the bar.
By the end of the week, Jenna paid Conrad and after he left, she offered a week’s wages to John (Paris).
“This week got busy,” Jenna said, holding out an envelope to Paris.
“How do you do it by yourself every other week?” Paris wondered and took the envelope from her. “What is this?” Paris asked and looked in the envelope. “I can’t take this,” Paris said and handed the envelope with cash in back to her.
“You earned it,” Jenna said, refusing to take it back.
“Rent and food,” Paris said and put the envelope with cash on the counter.
“You don’t have to pay me to stay with me. After all, I owe you my life,” Jenna said.
“If you are not going to let me pay or work to stay with you, then I can’t stay on,” Paris gave his terms.
“Whatever you want then,” Jenna said and took the envelope, not wanting John (Paris) to leave.
As the weeks went by, the pub got busier and busier, and instead of the usual male customers; the pub started to fill with more women, week after week, and it was clear who attracted them there.
One evening Katelina walked into the pub, looking for an easy target, and was surprised that the pub that once had no more than a few men sitting at the bar was crowded with women. She decided to have a look inside to see what the fuzz was about and made her way over to the bar to order a drink.
“Paris?” Katelina questioned out loud but no one heard her over the noise.
“What can I get you?” Paris questioned, not recognizing her.
“Draft,” Katelina said and before she could ask him what he was doing working as a bartender, he turned to get the next person’s order, making his way around the bar and back again with their drinks.
“John,” Jenna called out, circling her finger in the air, indicating that he should call the last rounds.
‘John?’ Katelina thought with a frown.
“Last rounds,” Paris shouted at the top of his lungs before taking orders and preparing him. Katelina noticed him working fast, but not as fast as a vampire would.
‘What is he up to?’ she wondered, and sipped on her draft. ‘I will wait until the crowd clears,’ she thought after finishing her drink. Katelina took a walk out of the pub and stood against a wall, waiting for the people to clear.
An hour later Katelina watched as Paris playfully pulled Jenna into his arms before effortlessly picking her up and throwing her over his shoulders to carry her out of the pub. Paris put Jenna down on her feet to lock up.
“May I help you?” Jenna asked when she noticed Katelina walking over to them. It won’t be the first time a lady tries to hit on John (Paris. “We don’t need any bar ladies,” Jenna said politely.
“Oh, no. I am not here for a job,” Katelina chuckled and wondered why Paris was not acknowledging her.
“If you are going to ask me out on a date, then don’t. I am not available,” Paris said and wrapped his arm around Jenna’s waist.
Katelina opened her mouth and then shut it, realizing that Paris doesn’t have a clue who she was. ‘What happened to him,’ she thought. “Have a good night,” Katelina said and left. Once out of sight, she sped off to the higher council, wondering if she should inform Michael.
“Where have you been?” Michael asked, waiting for Katelina at the entrance of the higher council.
“Good evening. Have you been waiting for me?” Katelina asked, walking up the stairs.
“What are you hiding?” Michael asked, wrapping his hand around her body, preventing her from walking into the castle.
“I am hiding nothing,” Katelina smiled. “I did run into Paris though,” Katelina told Michael the truth since she knew he will drink her blood and then discover the truth in any case.
“You promised that you will stay away from him,” Michael hissed, wondering how she was able to come in contact with Paris without burning.
“I did not seek him out,” Katelina said and put her hair to the side so that he could see for himself.
“I trust you,” Michael said, not willing to lose another woman because of his possessive behavior.
“Good,” Katelina said, and leaned in for a kiss.
“By the way. Something is up with him. It was as if he did not recognize me, and he was with another woman. I thought he ran away with Ann or Shysie?” Katelina said as they walked into the castle.
“That is strange. Take me to him,” Michael said, coming to a halt.
“It is late. I will take you tomorrow,” Katelina said and together they walked to Michael’s room to spend the night together.
The next evening early, Katelina returned to the pub with Michael.
“Draft?” Paris asked when he noticed the lady from the previous night.
Katelina nodded.
Paris looked at Michael, waiting for his order.
“Same,” Michael said and watched Paris taking orders all around the bar.
“See what I mean?” Katelina said.
“I wonder what happened. I know he can’t be compelled, so maybe a shaman or enchantress spell?” Michael wondered.
Paris returned with their drinks and carried on with his work.
“Something happened to him,” Michael said, noticing the scar on his temple. “He didn’t have that scar on his temple the last time I saw him.”
“You two know John?” Jenna asked, neither one realizing that someone was listening to them.
“Oh, hi,” Katelina greeted.
“I am so sorry. Last night when you tried to talk to us, we thought you were hitting on John,” Jenna apologized. “I heard what you just said about his scar. He was shot when he tried to help me a few months ago, but thankfully he woke up with only memory loss.” Jenna explained and hoped that if the two people in front of her do know who John (Paris) was that their relationship has progressed enough for him to not leave. ‘Hopefully, he does not have a girlfriend or, even worst, a wife.’
“Just friends,’ Katelina said.
“We used to hang out a few times. Same varsity. We thought he dropped out. This one had the hots for him,” Michael said.
“So, you do know him,” Jenna stated, looking at Katelina.
“Don’t worry, there is no romance between them now. She is mine,” Michael said, putting his arm over Katelina’s arm.
“What is his name?” Jenna asked, relieved to hear that the stunning beauty in front of her was not in a relationship with John (Paris)
