His Blood III

"What do you mean by the last time I was here?", I repeated, my voice sounding brittle to my ears.

Elda kept silent, looking round the room for imaginary signs of dust.

"I asked a question", I bit off. "What do you mean by the last time I was here?"

"Have I been here before?"

In all honesty, I considered being less harsh, seeing as Elda looked like she wanted to cry but I had to.

I needed to know if Jacob had taken my memories again.

"Elda", I sighed. "I just need to know"

"There's nothing to know from my end, miss", Elda responded wearily. "It was a slip of my tongue".

"It wasn't", I argued, beginning to feel frustrated. "And stop talking to me like I'm a child"

"I'm very sorry, Miss".

"Oh come on now", A voice sounded, the accent unrecognizable as the door swung open, revealing Sydney in an all black garb, her pose relaxed and yet still daunting.

"Why are you shouting at poor Elda?"

I glared at her, "Where is Jacob?".

Sydney's silver eyes gleamed, "Just because I act nice, it does