“I thought you left,” Trevor said, wearing a slight frown when he saw Williams standing beside Roman's door. Williams was leaning against the wall, not making any attempt to knock on the door. It looked like he was waiting for something or someone. “Am I not allowed to come back?” Williams probed, his expression remained the same — stoic and unreadable.“I never said that. I only asked a question.” Trevor responded tiredly.“That was not a question. That was a statement.” Trevor looked like he couldn't deal anymore, so he refrained from saying anything further. He instead, focused on his mission, which was to inform Roman about the presence of Joan's mother. The woman had been waiting for some time and he expected Roman to be out of his room already. But when he waited a little more and the guy didn't come out, he decided to go remind him since reaching him through the mind link had proved abortive. Roman completely blocked his mind from everyone. Moving to the door, Trevor was ab
"Why did you want to see me, Mrs Elvin?" Roman probed, watching the omega keenly. He wondered what Williams meant by the note. The woman was clearly a werewolf and had no trace of witch blood running in her veins. However, Williams was no ordinary wolf. If he had suspected something, then Roman knew there has to be something. Williams was never wrong, especially when it came to any matter involving witchcraft."I came to you because I am too ashamed to see Joan. I have wronged her in more ways than I can count." Mrs Elvin started, lowering her eyes as she spoke, only lifting them occasionally to stare briefly at him. "I can't face her and I don't think she will ever forgive me fully. But it's time for me to do the right thing and I think you are in the best position to help me out." She paused.Recalling that Trevor had earlier told him that he could win Joan's heart by winning her mother over to his side, Roman was tempted to ask her what she wanted him to do for her so that he could
At this point, Roman's curiosity was at its peak. Whatever was making Williams this agitated was definitely going to be worth it. For a moment, he glanced at Mrs Elvin and caught her glaring fiercely at Trevor. He shifted his gaze to Trevor, who was already opening the envelope. Somehow, even though the guy was moving at a normal pace, Roman still felt like he was moving too slow, and that was because of his heightened curiosity.The envelope finally gave way, leaving the small piece of paper that it contained. Trevor opened the paper only to find nothing on it. He turned it to check the other side and it was the same.“It's blank.” He revealed, lifting his confused eyes to Williams, who didn't look surprised. However, as soon as the words left Trevor's lips, his face contorted in pain, and he staggered backwards, letting out a groan as he bent over and fell on his knees.Roman sprang to his feet. “What is happening to him?” He asked, glaring at Williams. “Exactly what would have ha
Joan woke up with a start, only to discover she was sweating profusely even with the AC turned on. Her brows knitted as she wondered why the strange dream she had the day before came back to her. A knock interrupted her thoughts and Grace's voice filtered in. “Jo, are you up?” Before she could respond, Grace opened the door and walked into the room, frowning when she set her eyes on her friend. “You look terrible. Have you been crying? And why are you sweating?” Grace asked in one breath, concern lacing her voice and features. “I'm not sure.” Joan rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. She was taken aback when she saw how red her eyes were through the mirror. That was when she understood why Grace had asked her if she had been crying.“Jo, are you okay?” She heard Grace ask from the bedroom and she let out a sigh. She didn't even know if she was okay or not anymore. “Yeah.” She responded from the bathroom. “I'll be out in a minute.” Joan went ahead to wash up before return
Outside the main door, she paused as she came face to face with the guard assigned to provide them security. “Is everything alright, Madam?” He asked, looking at her quizzically. He couldn't understand why she was all dressed up and out so early in the morning. “Um, yes. I just want to grab coffee downstairs. I'll be back.” Joan answered his question, but he wasn't satisfied. “It can be delivered to you up here, or I can go and get it myself. You don't have to go through that stress.” The guard suggested, and was about to move when she stopped him..“No, don't bother. I need the walk to clear my head. I will be fine.” She didn't wait after she finished speaking. She went straight to the elevator, knowing from the buzz of her phone that her ride had arrived.When the elevator door closed, she let out a sigh, seeing that he made no move to follow her. However, with the door now blocking her view, she didn't notice that he brought out his phone and made a call as soon as the door clos
As the phone rang, Grace paced about the living room, waiting for Trevor to pick up the call. She had decided to call him after searching for Joan and the guard without any positive results. If the guard was with Joan, then Trevor would reach the guard on the phone since she doesn't have his number. He didn't pick up the first time, so she called again. “Miss Grace?” Trevor spoke when the call connected. “Mr. Baliante, sorry for bothering you so early in the morning. I can't find Joan. And I can't find the guard either. I thought he may have escorted her somewhere but I've searched everywhere and didn't find them, and it's been an hour now.” Grace poured out her reports and worries the moment she heard his voice, without giving him a chance to speak. “I’m not saying she's missing, but her phone is switched off and I don't have the guard's number. Can you call the guard to find out where they are? I'm dying of worry here.” Grace finally stopped talking.“Your friend is fine, Miss Gr
Roman made no effort to move another step toward her. He just stared at her after hearing her yell at him.“What?!” he asked, surprised.“This is my room, right?” Joan asked after sitting up, her tone calmer this time.Roman didn't know why she was asking that, but he still answered. “Yes, it is.”“Good. Get out of my room.” Joan repeated, again with a calm tone, glaring daggers at him.“Are you okay?” Roman asked, still not moving. He didn't know what to think about what was happening. He expected her to be asking him about the attack but she was instead telling him to leave her room. Did she perhaps think that he was behind the attack? Was that why she was this angry at him?“Do I look okay?” Joan asked, annoyed. She felt she was going insane, and the dreams she had been having were not helping matters. It was no headless man this time. Rather, there were strange looking people who continuously whispered things she didn't understand into her ears until she finally found the will to
Joan remained on the bed, the image of what happened that morning refusing to leave her mind. She didn't know who those people were or why they came after her, but the driver was innocent. He was only doing his job, looking for his daily bread. Why did they have to kill him?The more she thought about it, the more guilt ate at her. If she hadn't booked that ride, that man would still be alive. It was her fault he was caught up in this and died in the process. The thought broke her down to the point where tears began to flow from her eyes. She heard a knock, but refused to respond. She sat still, staring at the door with a depressed expression until the knock echoed again.“It's Daniel, Madam. I brought your food. You haven't eaten anything for a long time so I know you must be very hungry. Can I come in?” Joan heard the words filter in and she sniffed, wiping her tears with the back of her palm.“Come in.” She said, but was forced to repeat it when she realized her voice came out ra