Sabrina appears from nowhere, as Carlos expected.She flies into Conrad's arms, squeezing her tightly as her nanny attempts to catch up with the little roadrunner."Hello," Conrad whispers, keeping Sabrina securely in her arms."Where's daddy?" Sabrina asks curiously, and Conrad points to the car.Sabrina skips up to the vehicle just as Carlos hangs up his phone.He nods to Conrad and opens his door, stepping out to greet his daughter."Hello darling," he murmurs, sweeping his daughter up into a bone-breaking hug."Daddy!" She squeals, her head resting in the crook of Carlos' neck."Would you like to be carried?" Carlos asks after a minute of tightly embracing his daughter."Yes, I deserve to be carried!" Sabrina declares, allowing her father to begin walking with her in her arms."What are you going to have for dinner?" Conrad asks with a grin."I'm going to have pizza. Daddy promised I could," Sabrina chatters.Conrad holds the restaurant door open for the pair of them to walk in, h
He has a jagged scar running from his forehead to the bottom of his throat, and Conrad's eyes are glued to it as she frantically tries to place this man.He's not the one who broke into Carlos' house, and she doesn't recognise him from any of the wanted or missing lists.A sniff tells her that he's a rogue."Conrad Rosser. And little miss Sabrina Amaretti. Where is your father today, young lady?" He asks, peering at Sabrina.Conrad pushes the child behind her, her grip tightening on the knife."He isn't here. He isn't with us," Conrad spits, pointing the knife at the man."Now, now. There's no need for violence," the man sing-songs, his group of men stepping closer. They all have guns of varying sizes, and they're trained directly on Conrad's head."You have guns pointed at us," Conrad retorts, and Sabrina whimpers quietly behind her."Oh, have we scared her? You wouldn't think much would scare her, what with her parentage and all that," the man chuckles, shaking his head."Is this ab
"Okay. We don't have time to waste today. We need to send out another search team; he's somewhere in Capital territory still," Carlos barks, pacing along the raised area around his office.Scarlet rolls her eyes and swings on her desk chair, shaking her head."He isn't, Boss. We spent the night searching, and there's no sign of him anywhere. We would have found him by now. He's probably made it back to his pack," she sighs.The door opens, and a group of guards file in, all looking remarkably pale."There you all are," Carlos scowls, his eyes flashing as he storms towards the men.They're visibly shaken, and one of them backs out of the line, his back hitting the door."How dare you abandon your charges. You are trained to stay by their sides at all times and never, NEVER, walk away," Carlos screams, his voice ringing around the office.The interns weren't allowed in today.Scarlet had been the one to tell them that this morning when she came back from her patrol and found the five co
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Conrad mutters, stepping around a gigantic puddle.Her boots stopped being waterproof two streets ago.Pulling her jacket tighter around her, she curses herself repetitively as she dodges people on the sidewalk.How's it going?, Carlos links her, amusement heavy in his tone.I regret ever leaving. It's awful here; I would rather be stuck in the woods with Scarlet trying to make me adopt those children again, Conrad complains, keeping her head down.She's almost at the building, and that's the only thing keeping her going. She wasn't able to get a taxi; they were all booked when she was leaving the hotel.It looks horrific on the news. Rina asked to speak to you this morning, and she laughed when she found out you went into the city. Can you see the guards?, Carlos asks, and Conrad glances over her shoulder, making eye contact with the two men in suits.They're walking side by side and talking into cell phones.Yeah, I can see them. They're blending well at the mome
Carlos bursts into the hospital, his hair dripping onto his already sodden shirt."Room 76?" He pants to the front desk, looming down at the woman.She stares up at him blankly, chewing on her gum."Name and relation to the patient?" She drawls."My name is Carlos. Her name is Conrad Rosser. I'm her fiance," he bluffs, his irritation rising with every smack of gum.He hates human spaces at the best of times, but human hospitals really bother him.It's not only the risk of exposure that stresses him out, but also the noise and disorganisation."Fine. Turn left at the end of the hall, and keep walking. Look at the numbers; knock before you go in. She's on her own," she drones.Carlos is gone like a bullet from a gun as soon as she finishes speaking, following her instructions until he's standing outside of the brown door.He forgets to knock, walking in and coming face to face with a scowling lady."Out, knock first," she snaps.Carlos blushes, turning on his heel, closing the door, and
When they eventually make it back to the house - four hours later than planned, due to a diversion on the highway because of the snow - Conrad is relieved.Driving isn't her favourite thing to do, even when it's in good conditions, and snow and ice make her heart go cold. She prefers to be a passenger, unless the weather is bad, then she prefers to be not driving at all."Straight to bed. I think we've both had a long day," Carlos laughs uneasily, rubbing his eyes."I agree with that," she sighs, looking at her watch.It's 11 pm, and they both have work in the morning, which propels her out of the car at the thought of it."Take it easy," Carlos frowns, hurrying around to her side to give her a hand."I can get out of a car myself," she raises an eyebrow, walking towards the front door with her bag in hand."I know that, but I want to be helpful," he mumbles, unlocking the front door.There are tiny battery-powered candles lining the hallway, and Carlos avoids her eyes as they walk in
It's easy to act like nothing happened when they wake up the next day.Charlotte keeps her mouth shut as they sit down to have breakfast; she's not going to be the one to break the silence as she watches the couple move around at the counters.Conrad slides a bowl of fruit across the island to Charlotte, who quickly digs in, stuffing her mouth once she realises Carlos is about to speak."Charlotte, what are you doing today?" He asks, looking over to Conrad's best friend."I don't know. Matt decided to take an extra shift; I couldn't tell him I was coming up in case he ruined the surprise," Charlotte sighs, swinging her fork around.Conrad sits down with her own bowl of fruit, staring at the melon she chopped up like she's trying to get answers from it."Oh. Well, you could meet me and Conrad on our lunch break, if you'd like. I have a doctors appointment for the thing we were talking about yesterday," he suggests, biting into his toast contentedly."Oh. Like, do you want me to come?"
Conrad can only imagine how Carlos felt when she was in the hospital because at least she knows what happened to him.She pulls into the parking lot, closing her eyes for a moment once the car is stopped.She rubs her eyes, leaning her head into her hands as she tries to calm her breathing down.The whole way to the hospital, Conrad was hyperventilating.Jane thought it was a normal reaction, but Conrad didn't really give much of a crap about normal when her boyfriend was in the hospital, in an unknown state.She had never heard Matt panic until that phone call, and it pushed her to drive faster. She had made it to the hospital in under fifteen minutes, whereas the usual route from the prison forests would have taken forty minutes.She has no idea how she wasn't stopped by the police, but she's thanking her lucky stars as she climbs out of the vehicle.There's dry mud smeared on her leggings from where Scarlet threw her onto the ground, and she grits her teeth in anger when she realis