Barechested and only cloaked in the little pants that Sky had called boxers, Damien walked groggily towards the entrance of the brightly-lit Police station. He was held by the arm by the female police officer and he wondered if she was doing it because she knew that he was not steady on his feet or because she did not want him to run away. Either way, he was grateful for her because after puking his guts out, the sensation in his stomach seemed to have worsened and he regretted ever collecting anything from that man…Rox.
“Where was he?” Damien thought suddenly when he realised that he did not see him as well. Just as he did not see Sonia. He was tempted to look around to see if they came with the other vehicles that the police officers rode in but he was uncertain if his head would survive it or if it would simply spin off his neck. So, he simply concentrated on taking one step after the
“And you said the person told you that he works for us? That must be a mistake, officer.” Damien closed his eyes in resignation as he heard the voice on the other side of the phone. “He must be one of those wannabes that will do to any length to attach themselves to my family. Make sure you deal with the person very well” The phone disconnected and the female officer looked back at Damien. “I thought you said that is your working place? How come nobody knows you there?” Damien opened his eyes back and he wondered what he was supposed to say. He had slept at the police station in a dingy cell since he did not have a number to call. He watched as the families of the other people he was arrested with came one after the other to bail out their children, wards and relatives. Nobody came for him and he wondered again why Sonia and Rox were not arrested. Sonia must have told them at the Macmillan’s that he was arrested, right?The female officer asked him when she came in that morning abou
Isabella Kovarick knew that energy anywhere. She had no idea how she knew it. Nor did she have any idea of how she knew that it was energy. She just knew.One moment she was miffed with her father because he stood her up and the next moment, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck lift. Literally. Her body felt sang as if she held a high voltage of electricity. It was brief. It was instant. And it was powerfully raw. She felt faint by the time the sensation was gone but then she felt something too. No, she saw something and she was amazed at how vividly that had happened. She was in the anteroom waiting for her father to round up the meeting he had with his councils. Those meetings could last for as short as minutes or they could be for hours on end. She had a date she would be late for and he did not seem to care.She was sure that he had deliberately asked one of the maids to inform her that she should wait for him before she left for her outing. Isabella could have simply told
“Tell him to go fuck himself,” Isabella said instantly and Victoria looked like she would keel over. Never had she heard her mistress talk like that before after all. “Erm, I will get the car ready” She hurried off to have one of the valets drive Isabella’s favourite car out. By the time Isabella stalked outside, the race-red, Chrysler ME412 was ready for her. King Kovarick had it customised for her when she clocked 18 years. It was only two of them in the whole world. Victoria stood aside with the other maids and the dismayed drivers as she drove out of the palace. Victoria sighed as she watched her mistress departing back and wondered how she was supposed to explain to the king that the princess left the palace without her entourage or even a single guard. Yes, she also wasn’t going to the date they had all thought she was prepared for as she just told her to tell the supposed man of the hour to go fuck himself. She sighed once again before she went back inside, followed by the o
Isabella was still seething and she was tempted to lash out at the guy beside her. Could she even call him a guy? She wondered when she remembered that she had seen him in a high school uniform. He looked young enough to fit in a high school and one could have even thought that they are of the same age but then Isabella couldn’t explain it, yet she was somehow sure that he was more than the eyes could meet.“Of course. Who could have thought that he could be a junkie as well?” she snorted under her breath as she shook her head and take the next turn.She looked over at him and was almost amused at the way he quickly looked away when she caught him looking at her. She could see a telltale blush on his face and she automatically thought that he was as innocent as the aura he was giving off.“Yeah, right. How about as innocent as a rattlesnake?” she said a bit aloud this time around and he turned to look at her.“Are you talking to me?” he asked quietly.That voice. She wondered where he
What was he to say?Damien wondered what answer she was expecting. Would she even believe him if he told her the truth? What is the truth anyway?Hi, I am a vampire from another world and you are the only human who had seen me when I am in my invisible state? Damien doubted that she had fine that funny at all. She might promptly start the car and take him back to the station. For a different reason this time around.“Why are you gaping at me like that? I asked you a question. Would you prefer I tortured the answer out of you?” she asked sternly.Damien couldn’t help but think that she was different and that she might not torture him. But then he was not willing to find out. so he cleared his throat. And lied.“I have not been appearing to you,” he said quietly even as Helios sneered at him and muttered “Coward”“You dare lie to me?” she said so softly that he might not have heard her if his hearing was not super sensitive.“I…”“At the palace. You were there. Weren’t you?” she said h
Before Damien could say a thing, head gardener Salem already called them at the main house. “Yes, sir. The bastard just got here now!” he was saying on the phone as Damien wondered what was going on. The cook held her spatula as if she was itching to bash Damien’s head in. One of the two field workers that Damien met in the kitchen had his eyes pinned on him, accusations shooting out of his dark eyes at Damien as if he was the scum of the earth itself.HG Salem had sent the other man to the main house to inform them that he had caught the bastard. Damien, that is. He must have grown impatient because the person he sent couldn’t have gone far before he picked up the phone to call the house. Damien was still wondering what he meant when h disconnected the call. Then he gave him a malicious look that held a hint of glee as he said “You are done for now”Damien was taken to the main house and what he met there was more than he had even thought possible.Sybil was nowhere around but Smith
Everything irritated her. Isabella was tempted to smash something. Lash out at somebody. The kitchen staff making clacking sounds with their utensils. The butler opening the door for one of the many officials that always have something to tell her father. The crinkling sound of her father’s morning newspaper as he turned it before shaking it out vigorously to smoothen it. “Just read the damn thing!” she almost snapped at him. Yet she knew that she couldn’t. What reason would she give for her behaviour anyway? Her mood was black that morning and her dad must have noticed as well because aside from asking her how her night went, he had barely said anything to her. Or it could be because he had said plenty the evening before when she got back. Isabella had gone for a fast ride to cool her head before heading to the palace. As a result, she was almost thirty minutes later than the two hours deadline he gave her. She met him on the front porch, with his eyes pinned on the massive gate as
“Get up, you asshole! You even have the audacity to sleep?” Damien flinched when he heard that sound and he knew who it belonged to. It was not enough that Sky and his men taunted him to give vivid details about how he molested Sonia. After about an hour of poking and constant hitting and kicking, Smith had grown bored of asking Damien questions since he believed that the latter was merely withholding information from him.“Tell me. How many of you tasted that bitch? Who did you take her to? Were you also part of those that dug that gold mine?” Those lecherous questions were still ringing in Damien’s ears till this morning and he knew that he was not going to forget them any time soon.Smith had just told his men to finish him off when his parents got back home. President Macmillan took a look at the bloodied mess that had become off Damien’s face and he shook his head at his son before asking the assistant butler to call the police.That was the first time that Damien saw Alamin tha