He’d suffered all he could. Demetrius had tried and had made concessions; he’d held his tongue when they screamed hard enough; he played along when they insisted forcefully enough.
He was done.
Demetrius offered his hand to Jamie, allowing her as much time as she needed to talk it. The girl clung to his hand, drawing close as she sought to shield herself from the piercing gazes that followed the boy from the stage. With her secured, the boy walked across the room to the table set for his family. He momentarily released Jamie’s hand to hoist Phoenix up from the table. He placed her in Cassidy’s arm before taking her free hand and reclaiming Jamie’s.
The path to the main door was clear for him, despite the many guests and guards that sat or stood in his way. They simply didn’t matter.
“Where are you going?” The presenter called to him from the stage, encouraging back to receive the prestigious award made speci
“We’re leaving.” His mother’s words were sharp, final; they brokered no room for argument or negotiation. She’d barely gotten done listening to Demetrius’ account of the night when the women made the executive decision that they were all done with the follies of court and wouldn’t suffer another moment of it.“I need to find him first,” Demetrius said.“You’ll do no such thing,” she said, dismissing the idea the moment it left his lips. The woman turned to her husband. “Get my daughter or I will, but none of us is spending a single night beneath this roof.”His father’s face was drawn, worn thin by the events of the earlier evening and the truths he was forced to face. Demetrius hadn’t, at first, understood why the man wasn’t back in the banquet hall kissing the asses of all present while he begged their forgiveness for his son’s youthful obstinacy. It was
“You didn’t need to say that.” Scarlet nudged Phoenix further behind her.“I don’t care.” Demetrius turned to face them. “Let my sister go.”“Alexiel…” the queen said, slowly rising from her chair. She shot the prince a sceptical look, uncertain who she was meant to believe. “Is it true…?” she asked Scarlet.His sister dug deep into her silence, choosing to set her eyes on the queen’s middle rather than lifting her gaze for them to meet. In the uncomfortable silence that followed, the woman asked that the chains be removed. Free of these constraints, his sister took her child into her arms but otherwise gave no acknowledge to king or queen…or prince.As was her right.“It can’t be,” Alexiel said, shaking his head.“No,” the queen said, reaching out to take Phoenix by her chin. She tilted the little girl&rsquo
“You didn’t tell me you’d be coming over.” Demetrius watched Jamie scale her way onto the roof, taking great care with her footing before she made her way over to him. The boy’s gaze followed her as she took the spot next to him laced with questions he decided against asking. “I’d have come get you; we could’ve walked together.”Despite his extreme vigilance, the boy hadn’t found dangers lurking around each corner. That, however, did little to assuage his anxieties where she, or anyone else in his family was concerned. The boy had allowed himself to drop his guard and that was when disaster had struck.He wouldn’t be making that mistake again any time soon. Jamie shrugged. “It was spur of the moment. I didn’t wanna stare at my ceiling anymore or listen to my mother ask me how I’m feeling for the millionth time.” She looked out at the guard house, its figure silhouett
“Hurry up or we’ll miss it!” Megan pulled Jamie through the crowd of students that gathered near the football field. “He’ll be in detention until he graduates, I know it.”Megan shoved and elbowed the pair up into the bleachers where several other students had also managed to climb their way up. All eyes were cast toward the recently manicured lawn—the one the principal had paid landscapers to prepare for the upcoming track events to be held at the school.The entire student body had been abuzz from the moment the rumours first began spreading and those rumours had endured long enough to draw the crowd that they had.In the centre, sitting atop one of the school’s riding mowers was none other than Demetrius Nicholai Finley. He wore the widest Cheshire grin, overly pleased with the work of his hands and the crowd he’d managed to draw. The boy climbed atop the machine he’d stolen from the old shed, facing
“You’ll be careful, won’t you?” Demetrius nodded at his mother’s question. It’d been two years in the official capacity of guardian and she was no less inclined to worry. In truth, that night would be one of the easier investigations. The original target was out of town on business but it presented the opportunity for him to gain some secondary information. If things got sticky, he didn’t suspect he’d have a difficult time making an escape and returning with backup. “The first sign of trouble, you contact your sister, understood?” He nodded again. “It’s getting late, go.” The boy shrunk inward, taking his form as a black cat. Tail high, he trotted from the house and out into the cool October air. He’d been to the target residence once before to canvas the area and knew he would need to move in through the second-floor balcony.Demetrius rounded the house, listening to ensure the secondary-target was al
“Are you going to kill me?” Jamie asked. That had never been the plan. Dead—especially if his lead turned out to be false—would bring about an avalanche of paperwork he’d never find the motivation to tackle. There would be an unnecessary number of questions and perhaps a bit of punishment he’d rather not endure. Demetrius gave a lazy shrug. “Only after we’ve had a bit of fun. Now, how do you feel about ‘my mother has someone regularly checking in with us while she’s gone; they’ll be calling any minute’?”In place of any response, Jamie felt around for the door knob. She had the wild sort of look in her eyes that told him she was set to run. In his experience, that was never a quiet affair and was often accompanied by screaming; loud…unnecessary…screaming.“Don’t,” he said. “I’d rather not on an empty stomach.”Heedless of his polite request, Jamie spun on her heels and yanked the door open. She darted through it without so much as a glance back to see that he was already on his feet
They moved quietly into the room, ghostly spectres with lithe movements that left them undetectable. Demetrius led the silent charge, his body low to the ground and his steps swallowed by the pads of his feet. This time, he’d taken along his mother and sister, hoping they might better help him decide. Jamie lay asleep, unaware of the visitors that had come to see her but Demetrius understood the need for extra caution. She hadn’t been sleeping much, not since the night they met. More often than not, she tossed and turned in a fretful half-sleep, stirred by the faintest of noises. “I dunno, Dem…” Cassidy said. She leaned in to get her own whiff of the girl. “What d’you think, mom?” Their mother placed a hand on Jamie’s forehead causing the girl to groan and stir. The three held their breaths, hoping she would soon fade back into disturbed sleep but Jamie’s eyes fluttered open. They widened comically at the sight o
The whispers swirled around the hall faster than he could walk. Barely a half hour within the building and there were very few who didn’t know that Demetrius Finley had once again graced the mere mortals with his presence. It’d been a busy weekend of implanting documents and memories to get himself back into the school system and he now owed a few too many favours for his liking but if he planned to move forward, he would need greater access to a certain teary-eyed wonder. “Demetrius?” The boy stopped, forcing his most accommodating smile. “Haley,” he said. His eyes twinkled with a delight he didn’t truly feel. “Been a while.” His former classmate skipped to close the final distance. “It’s been years. Shit. What happened? Were the rumours true?” “Tell me what they were and I’ll let you know.” Haley spared a conspiratorial glance about the hall before leaning in to fill him in. It had barely