Lucas’ POV. “Hi, Uhm. Been trying to reach you for a while.” She stuttered on the phone. I had no time for small talk or anything. I'd been getting all sorts of news and strange sensations. What started as just feeling off or funny was turning into nightmares. I was still too prepared to discredit it, until I got a note from Damon. Just when I was about to tear it open and read, the call interrupted. “Well you've got me now, Rayvn.” I replied, without even trying to mask the disappointment in my voice. “Well, Uhm. I lost Emily at the…” She stuttered. “You what?!” I yelled at her. Maybe that's what Damon was trying to tell me. I threw the envelope away, and drew closer to the phone. “Uhm, no, I mean. It's not like that.” She managed to say. “So just how exactly is it?” I asked, highly unimpressed by everything going on. “She stormed out angrily, after she had an altercation with Damon, I ran after her as fast as I could.” She pleaded. “I can believe that. I'
Rayvn’s POV “You scared me.” it's the first thing Sam said as soon as I opened my eyes to the blinding lights. “Can they turn this off please?” I winced, shielding my eyes from the light. “No, they can't.” Sam smiled. “We're not the only ones here. They put that little girl there just a few minutes ago, and they have to use the light to monitor her.” He reasoned with me. My brain was fatigued, and I couldn't think clearly. I looked at my wrist to check the time, but my watch was off. “Who took off my watch?” I asked him, trying to sit up. “I did.” He said. “It's in my pocket.” “What's the time please?” I asked, holding my head as a searing pain shot through it. “It's about five minutes past six o'clock.” He answered. Shit! It was evening already! “Where is Emily?” I began to panic, getting up. “You've gotta take it easy on yourself, Ms Rayvn.” Sam held me down. “I want to see her. Please take me to her.” I cried and begged. “I can do that, but I can'
Rayvn’s POV “Holy fucking airball!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Clothes were everywhere, the chairs were upside down, the TV on the wall had a great big crack that looked new. “What is going on?!” I cried, and he held me from the back. “It's okay, it's okay.” He consoled me. And it wasn't just Emily under the rubble we dug up, the other lady too. The one Damon had been parading for years. “Please tell me you're alright.” I begged Emily, feeling for a pulse. Their clothes were bloodstained and she looked worse than I'd ever seen her. Like she took multiple blows to the face. “Let me help you.” He offered, lifting her up. I didn't know when I let out a loud gasp because of how her head fell limply, exposing an angry red line around her neck. “Is she breathing?!” I asked, nearly cursing the day I was born. Lucas would never forgive me. Before the words even left my mouth, we had company. A lady that looked quite advanced in years, and another man with grey
Rayvn’s POVI can't lie, the party was on fire. And I didn't wanna leave. I met a few old customers, and made a few new ones. I'd always heard that corporate men made the best clients, and I wasn't gonna let the opportunity pass me by. “You look out of place.” A man who looked in his late fifties commented, sneaking up on me from behind. “And you look like I've seen you before.” I said. “Smart mouth. I like girls like you.” He smiled wider, letting more alcohol laced air fill up the space. “I don't know what you mean.” I said. “It's not a quip or anything. I've met you before.” I affirmed. He quickly closed the distance between us, looking around like a thief, or like he was expecting a ghost to pop out. “You have to lower your voice when you're at gatherings like this. I know it's strange to you.” He snickered. “It is actually. I operate optimally under red lights, or no lights at all. And I must say, you look better in the dark.” I replied. I saw the sting in h
Emily's POV “Rayvn? Is that you?” I asked when I heard the knock on the door. I didn't get an answer. I was too pissed and mad for any hanky-panky business. I kept on scrolling mindlessly, wishing the past few hours hadn't happened. The knock came again, furiously this time. I sucked my teeth loud enough for the person to hear, hopefully. If they've got a wrong room, there's always the option of moving to the next. Even the weight of anger in me didn't prepare me for what happened next Before my eyes, the lock turned, the person must have a key. I was in my underwear, and just a few seconds from having whatever company. Instinct kicked in, and I snatched the duvet, covering my front side with it. “Hello old friend.” The intruder said. Even if I was dead, I couldn't mistake who had that voice. “Why are you here?” I asked her, narrowing my eyes. My wolf was about to take over. I was terribly frightened and confused. “Aren't you going to offer me a seat?”Her icy voic
Zyna's POV “You're rejecting me and you say it's no harm?” I asked Damon, stunned. “You and I know that it could get a lot worse than this.” He replied, silencing me. He was correct, completely correct. “I have three months to go.” I said to no one exactly. “I'll make arrangements for you in a city you choose. Draft up a plan and get it to me.” He wiped non-existent creases from his pants. “And what's that supposed to be? Parting gift?” I chuckled sadly. “You can see it as that.” He said, standing up. But I didn't want the conversation to be over. I wanted us to talk like friends, the worst had happened, and there was nothing to lose again. “What was your point, Damon, from the beginning?” I asked I needed to know. I could've had a happier life with Dathan. “I didn't have any, I was a young man. Just living life how I saw fit.” He answered. “Do you realise how many lives you've jeopardised in the course of that?” I asked, breaking into sobs. “None as