Chapter 71
Merch, an excellent tracker studied Michael in silence for a second. “Who did you lose to be willing to pay with Soroya? I know you took an interest in her.”
“One of my wives ran off with Paris,” Michael started.
A chuckle escaped Merch as he already knew where Paris was and with whom. “Let me guess, you want your wife back? What happened to Ann?”
“Ann and I are dating, and she is ok with me having multiple partners,” Michael explained.
“Is she allowed to have multiple partners?” Merch questioned.
“Of course not,” Michael choked.
“I take it you want me to find this wife and return her to you?” Merch questioned.
“Her and Paris, alive,” Michael added.
“Promise,” Merch said.
“I promise that if you return Paris and Katelina to me in one piece and alive that you can have Soroya,” Michael promised.
“I will have them at the higher council in the vampire throne room next week this time,” Merch said with a smile on his face.
Without another word, Michael sped off back to the higher council to wait for the return of Katelina and Paris.
Michael arrived back at the higher council late Sunday afternoon and immediately picked up his brother, Torvald’s scent. With caution he looked around the room, checking all the doors including the one that went through the wardrobe to a secret passage. After being sure that Torvald was not around Micheal took out his phone to call Deacon, thinking it is time he informs the lycan king that he moved his brother to another place, thinking it best not to tell anyone that his brother escaped. ‘But what if he does something sinister?’ Michael was not sure what to do about the situation, especially since he didn’t want to see Katelina’s punished for setting Torvald free. ‘I should have made my wives promise not to set him free,’ Michael thought and wondered how he could have been so stupid.
***
FRIDAY EVENING WHEN SHYSIE ABDUCTED JESSICA AND TOOK HER TO ONE OF TORVALD’S OLD COMPOUNDS
“What is wrong with her?” Torvald asked when Shysie arrived with Jessica.
“I don’t know. I found her like this,” Shysie said.
“Leave us,” Torvald said and walked over to where Shysie laid Jessica down on a sofa.
“What are you going to do with her?” Shysie questioned, remembering what Torvald did many years ago to lycan she-wolves.
“What concern is it of you?” Torvald asked.
Without responding, Shysie sped off, back to the council.
“I thought she will never leave,” Torvald’s enchantress, Lautari stated.
“Did Lestat do his part?” Torvald questioned, stroking his hand over the side of her face.
“Yes. Deacon is at the penthouse in Toronto with Emily.
“Do you think he is trying to kill Jessica?” Torvald asked.
“Lestat gathered that much,” Lautari said.
“Good. Snip the bond,” Torvald said, stepping away from Jessica so that his enchantress could do her work.
“What if it does not kill him?” Lautari questioned.
“Why don’t you let me worry about that,” Torvald said and sank his teeth into Jessica’s palm. “Mmm,” he sounded, enjoying her blood.
“All yours,” Torvald said after drinking his fill.
“It is a two-day process,” Lautari said as she got to work.
“Then get on with it,” Torvald said and left her to it.
***
Deacon was sleeping, exhausted from having sex nonstop. Emily was resting on her palm, propped on her elbow, looking at Deacon.
“Hey, you,” Deacon said when he woke up to Emily’s eyes on him.
“Hey yourself,” she smiled and kissed him.
Deacon grabbed her and positioned her on top of him, looking up at her. Her hair formed a curtain around their faces as she leaned forward to kiss him.
“Are you trying to kill yourself with all this sex?” Emily chuckled as Deacon put his hands on her hips, positioning her onto his erection.
Deacon chuckled, but could not help thinking about Jessica. ‘Did she go and seek a shaman’s help so that she can’t feel the pain?’ Deacon wondered while Emily was moving back and forth on top of him.
Before he even finished forming the thought, he felt the most terrible pain in his chest, a familiar one, one that lets him know his claimed mate just died. Deacon clutched his chest in pain, his eyes stretched big.
“Deacon?” Emily asked in shock. “Deacon?!” Emily cried out, shaking him. Emily got off him and looked for his phone. She dialed Wynn right away.
“Something is wrong with Deacon!” Emily shouted over the phone when Wynn answered.
“Where are you?” Wynn asked.
“The penthouse in Toronto,” Emily cried.
Still, naked, Emily focused on Deacon again, feeling for a pulse since she could not hear it. “Deacon!” she cried out when she found no pulse.
Emily took a moment to put on a bathrobe before starting CPR on Deacon, not knowing what else to do.
Wynn moved as fast as he could not know what was going on, so he mind linked Jessica to get to the bottom of things, thinking she might know. ‘Jessica?’
‘Deacon?’ he tried to mind link Deacon after not getting any respond from Jessica.
‘What is going on?’ He heard Ami’s in his head.
‘I am not sure. Deacon is not responding, and neither is Jessica. Find Ann,’ Wynn mind linked her back.
Wynn got to the Penthouse and found Emily doing CPR on Deacon. “What the hell did you do? Fuck him to death?” Wynn asked, but then it occurred to him what Deacon was up to with Emily.
“Stupid fool,” Wynn said and bit open his own palm before shoving it into Deacon’s mouth.
“He is gone,” Emily cried.
Wynn bit open Deacon’s neck and pushed his palm straight to his artery.
Deacon’s eyes flew open, and he took a deep breath.
“Stay calm,” Wynn told him, keeping his palm in place.
“I killed Jessica,” Deacon cried.
“Is that what you have been doing these past few days?” Emily asked in shock. “You just used me?”
“Sorry,” Deacon said.
“I promise you; I will never have sex with you ever again!” Emily said, and sped off.
“You are one crazy motherfucker,” Wynn said, filled with anger, not able to wrap his head around the fact that Jessica was dead.
Wynn picked Deacon up and sped over to the higher council to get a shaman to put Deacon under a sleeping spell but when they arrived Deacon objected, insisting he deserves to die, heartbroken for losing Emily and Jessica in one go. Deacon left the higher council without telling anyone where he was going.
***
Monday morning Ann woke up and saw Jessica sleeping in her bed. Ann got up and got ready for the day.
“Hey, you better get up if you don’t want to be late for class,” Ann woke Jessica up.
“Let me be,” Jessica said and pulled her bedsheet over her head.
“No problem. The top of her class will definitely go to me then. Thanks for making it so easy for me,” Ann chuckled and left the room in hope of running into Michael before class, finding herself missing him.
“Michael?” Ann said, a smile creeping up her face when she opened her bedroom door to find Michael there with a Starbucks in his hand.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Michael said and kissed her.
“I take it that is for me?” Ann smiled, looking at the coffee in Michael’s hand.
“You know it,” Michael said, and gave her the coffee.
Ann took a sip. “Mmm.”
“You taste better,” Michael said.
“I do,” Ann agreed and pulled Michael in for another kiss.
Michael pinned her to the wall and fondled her breast while kissing her on her neck making her moan. His hands found their way down between her legs. Ann didn’t know how they got to the janitor’s room, but she didn’t care. Michael’s face was between her legs and as she climaxed, she dropped her Starbucks but it didn’t hit the floor as Michael caught it and set it aside. Ann was on cloud9 and didn’t even realize she dropped her coffee. Michael entered her wet womanhood and thrust into her, forgetting all his problems, including Katelina, realizing that all he wants was Ann, and Katelina running off with Paris will keep him away from Ann. He wanted to tell Ann that he loved her but for her, it’s been only a few weeks.
After releasing inside her he rested his head against hers.
“Will you think me crazy if I told you that I think I love you?” Ann said, surprising him with her words.
“You don’t love me. You are just shifting your feelings for Paris to me. I am here, distracting your mind from him,” Michael said, instead of telling her that he loved her, feeling she does not love him or else she would have her memories back. Michael step away from her and got dressed.
“Michael, there is something you should know,” Ann stopped him from leaving.
“Don’t tell me you love me because you don’t,” Michael said.
“Katelina is with Paris,” Ann choked out.
“I know but how do you know that?” Michael frowned.
“I was worried about her, so I called her,” Ann said. “I am sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Michael questioned.
“For Katelina messing you around with Paris,” Ann said. “Don’t worry, as you know he is most likely just using her and she will be back in your arms before you know it.”
Michael walked over to Ann and cupped her face. “What if I don’t want her back? What if I only want you?”
“Then you will make me the happiest girl in the world,” Ann said and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. They got carried away and Michael found him deep inside of Ann again, lost in her with their eyes on each other.
