Vladimir's POV(Continued)
“Not you. You are the only surviving member of Ave’s line. Her other two sisters didn’t produce children before their death, so that leaves either Ave’s line or Ivan’s to continue the Puhvel’s dynasty. And honestly speaking, I would much rather have the granddaughter of the peacemaker in power than the daughter of the demon seeking power hungry fool. I’m certain the rest of the clan will agree with me.”“You said they were missing.” She accused.
“Your mum and aunt are missing. No one knows what happened to them. Inna disappeared the same night she gave birth to you. Michela about two months later. Ilya and Ave? They are dead. Their bodies were never found, so they are still ruled as missing.”
Jo gulped audibly. “How do you know they are dead?”
“I just do. It’s more
Josie's POVA brilliant golden hue lit up the sky, transforming it from the black orb it was to this utterly bewitching sight. I stood, transfixed as I watched the sun make its glorious ascent higher in to the sky, the worries that plagued my soul forgotten for the time being. Whenever I watched the sun rise, the rest of the world ceased to exist. I went from this confused, bitter being to an insignificant atom in the presence of greatness. No other other time filled me with as much awe as when I was able to witness the sun rise.A pensive air behind me threatened to distract me from concentrating on the ascent of the beautiful ball of fiery orange. I paid it no mind. Now, more than ever, I needed to ponder nothing. Not my life, or the muddy future ahead of me. When the world threw curve balls, people meditated or took walks to regain their equilibrium. I watched the sun rise.“What are you doing her
Josie's POV(Continued)"I asked a question childe. Do not make me repeat it." Something about his cadence was rough and forbidding. I took an involuntary step back."It's nothing sir." Sir? Who calls their brother sir? "Jo here just got a little confused is all." Lilya stated brightly, her body straightening as she focused on her brother.Vladimir said nothing. Just continued to stare Lilya down as a muscle ticked in his jaw. What the hell was wrong with him?"She thought she saw me at the alcove and wondered how I could have gotten to the kitchen island in a few seconds. But I wasn't there you see, I was right here in the kitchen behind her. So you see, it's nothing of importance." She recanted."Mistake." He drawled like the word held no meaning to him. "Mistakes are small, simple and often meaningless. But a simple mistake can cost you everything. You will endeavor not to give Miss Puhvel any more rea
Josie's PoV(Continued) “And what exactly are you proposing miss Puhvel?” Do not argue about the name. I reminded myself sternly. “I feel cooped up in this house. I want to see the city. You did promise me a tour after all.” “I did? Funny, I don't remember that conversation.” His lips quirked. I waved his excuse away airily. “It does not matter. I remember enough for the both of us and that's all that matters. Can we go now?” I was jumping at the bit to....do something. Anything. It was a literal itch under my skin. I was given the shortest, most invasive once over. “You do seem presentable. Let's go.” He prowled out of the room, little ole me trailing behind him. I don't think I could ever think of the way Vladimir walked in any other way but a prowl. Each time he moved, he reminded me of a big cat inspecting it's territory. Lazy, confident and methodical. He own
Josie's POv(continued) "Sweet, sweet ground. I missed you so much." I singsong, dabbing at the mound of grass and dirt gratefully. "You are not going to start kissing the ground, are you?" Vladimir asked dubiously. I turned to find him standing next to the culprit of my almost murder, Shelly. "I might, seeing as I thought I was never going to see it again." I scowled at him and he chuckled. If I ever had political power, the first thing I'll do is outlaw bikes. They should all be hunted, burnt and then the remaining scraps should be piled in a damn rocket and shot into space.The most horrifying ride of my life spanned about forty minutes, and in that time, I nearly died a hundred times. Shelly kept going a thousand miles an hour and my heart beat faster than she traveled. Speaking of said organ, I rubbed at my hurting chest. I'd been so petrified that my heart tried to pump it's way
Vladimir's POVThe forest was devoid of any sound, be it from the small animals that made this place home, or pesky humans, and I savored the silence. Twenty yards way, my wildcat trampled through the small cluster of trees like a bear on the warpath, trying to find the perfect hiding spot. She found it eventually in a small bush. Or at least, what passed as one for Jo. The tall grasses were long, but there wasn't enough of it to effectively hide her body.She lay down in it's midst, letting the tall grasses cover her. I chuckled quietly, and for a moment, I wanted to tell her that she was very visible in the grass. For goodness sake, her sneakers were showing. I didn’t, only because it would be most reprehensible of me if I didn’t let the girl have her fun. It’s not her fault I had the advantage of supernatural abilites. Joanne wanted something from me. Until I discovered what it was, I would let this little game of hers play out. Peharps, I might even have a litt
Josie's POVGrayson is here?Jesus H. Christ. Grayson is here!I ran and flung myself at him. With a surprised laugh, he caught me and I was enveloped in the scent of spice, leather and the unique musk that was all Grayson.I clung to him harder, feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden. Grayson was here! He came for me! Wait, does that mean my dad is here too?“It’s great to see you too.” He rumbled as I disengaged from him.The question I’d wanted to ask died on my tongue as I took in his crooked smile…..and the rest of his face. Grayson looked...haggard. I didn’t know how else to describe him. He looked pale, which in itself was a shock because his skin was more of a rich golden hue. His eyes were sunken and he had bags under his eyes. The beginnings of a scar was in his neck, peeking out beneath his shirt and he looked like he had lost a few pounds
Josie's POV(Continued) For the second time this week, I was at Tartu’s airport terminal. Just like last time, I was feeling a myriad of emotions. The difference today is the spark of hope I feel. Grayson was right after all. Arthur didn’t stop being my dad simply because our genes were different. Right on the heels of that thought was fear. What if Mum really threw me out? I coughed, something in the air blocking my nose. “Are you okay, Jo?” Grayson asked as we bypassed the line of on-boarders and security. “Yeah, I think I swallowed the wrong way or something.” We emerged onto the runway, where a very elegant but small plane was waiting for us. Three men in silver and black clothing similar to the get up of the huge scary men with weapons waited by the plane. I clung to Grayson, the sudden comparison filling me with a bout of fear. “Don’t be scared Jo. They are my colleagues.” when we mov
Josie's POV(Continued)My head was both light and heavy, my world nothing but an endless pool of darkness. It was a contradiction of the worst kind. I felt not only light in my head but in every part of me, like I would float away at any moment, and yet, my limbs were so heavy, each part weighed tons.A persistent sound kept intruding on my senses, making my thoughts scatter. The sound was getting louder, demanding I pay attention to it.".....if you don't undo it, I will end you myself!" An enraged voice bellowed, snagging my attention away from the strange state I was in. The enraged voice was familiar, but I couldn't immediately place it.A muffled thud and a yelp followed the words.Then a slow, deep voice rumbled. "Lay another finger on me hunter, and I will relieve you of your limbs." My eyes sprang open.White chandelier. I was staring at a white chandelier i