The prince’s guard received word of Jamie’s escape—no doubt directly from Lui in his attempt to ingratiate himself with the man. Suddenly, the interrogation room within the guard tower wasn’t enough. The entire family was summoned to the smaller conference room within Central Bureau to answer for the continued insubordination that had, in his opinion, been left unchecked for too long.
His father’s face was full of chagrin, the man struggling to meet anyone’s gaze for all the shame that consumed him. His mother held no shame but resignation. As she sat there, her shoulders slumped low in defeat. The woman no longer knew how to protect her children and was reeling from that realisation.
At the head of the table sat a panel of prosecutors. They were the usual suspects, Hawthorne and Yarrow in all their haughty glory, Carlton, even the prince managed to find himself sitting among them.
Demetrius’ family was grouped at the ot
The hand at his shoulder attempted to ground him. It yanked him back, shoving him to the floor and away from the girl that lay motionless on the table. “Apologies, Alexiel, but as we’ve mentioned, the girl is of some importance.” Carlton stepped over the boy he’d just thrown to the ground and moved to stand before Jamie. The man pressed two fingers just beneath her jaw, satisfied after a moment’s wait. “Good. Have the medics brought in, we may yet save her.” Demetrius remained on the floor, dumbstruck. His mind was beginning to catch up to the frenzy his body had fallen into, several thoughts bombarding him at once. While it was guilt and disgust that fought bitterly to be at the fore, it was confusion that held the position. He’d felt it, the moment her heart had given its final beat. The
“Mommy—Mommy look, she’s waking up! Look!” Demetrius perked up at the little girl’s words, easing his head through the closet door to get a better look for himself. The girl’s mother lifted her head from her hands at once, frantically wiping at the tears that obscured her vision. Jamie pulled herself into a sitting position, looking around the room as if still in a daze. Her eyes were as empty as they’d been the day she snuck into his room. “Jamie…” her mother said, fresh tears rising no sooner than she’d gotten rid of the others. The girl paid little attention to her mother, turning instead to the younger girl sitting by her
Jamie crossed the room to the balcony unfollowed. She leaned against the railing, looking out into the night and, for a moment, neither Demetrius nor or her mother knew what to say. There were too many things she’d said that didn’t sit well with him, things that weighed his eyebrows into a crease and sent his mind into a tizzy of its own insatiable curiosity. In the end, it was the girl who broke the silence. “If you won’t let me have a taste, I’d like to be taken hunting. That’s what you call it, right?” She looked over her shoulder at them. “Demetrius, will you take me?” “Maybe your mother should—” “It’s not necessary; she’s done enough.” Jamie turned to face him completely, searching his gaze with intrusive, eyes of silver. “You won’t?”
The hand at his cheek was mirrored by the other. In a powerful moment of silence, the pair gazed into each other’s eyes, both searching for answers, both making pleas even they weren’t aware of. Jamie wished for acceptance; she craved the assurance he would still be there for her and help her regain her life. Demetrius craved the assurance she was still the girl he’d taken to following around, the one who’d been able to stir such strong emotions in him that he risked and ultimately surrendered his once rising prestige amongst his fellow guardians. Neither noticed the subtle drifting, oblivious to the hidden force that drew them closer until the tips of their lips brushed elusively against each other. Demetrius pulled back, not wanting to overstep in this new unknown but Jamie pushed forward, pressing her lips against his with a firmness that caught him off guard.&nbs
The sun had begun to break free of the horizon when the pair returned to the house. Following the hunt, Demetrius had allowed Jamie to remain in the plains for no other reason than her desire to stay a while longer to enjoy the feeling of the wind on her cheeks and the grass beneath her toes. The boy came to the unsettling realisation that he would arrest the very stars in the heavens if it would make her smile. It was dangerous business being so endeared to someone; it had already proven itself problematic. His superiors had caught on to the effect she had on him and were not opposed to exploiting that weakness for their own gains. The pair found her mother sitting on the chair she’d moved to the bed; she hadn’t moved since they left. Her eyes, once laced with worry, filled themselves with relief as they walked in from the b
“I can’t let you replace the seals.” Jamie’s mother sputtered at Demetrius’ words, newly incensed by his continued refusals. “Can’t? Let? Who do you think you are? Haven’t you done enough? If it weren’t for you—” “If it weren’t for me, Jamie would be trapped forev—” “Idiot! If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be in danger!” She shoved him again, this time managing to get him to fall onto the bed next to Jamie. The woman stood over them both, an angry parent about to give the scolding of the century. “You’re somehow stupider than she is, getting led your tiny dick, letting her talk you into her destruction. Neither of you has any idea
Chapter 41 – Mild provocation “We only have a few questions for now,” Carlton said. “Strictly business and if we have everyone’s cooperation, we can go our separate ways without injury when this is all over.” The half truth was as glaringly obvious as if the man had outright lied. If all went to plan, Mr. Carter and, perhaps Valerie, would be left unharmed. As it stood, both Jamie and her mother sat in a precarious position and were at the mercy of the guardians who didn’t take kindly to those who flouted the laws and made extra work for them. Carlton pulled the final bar stool before the family then sat. “Let’s start with something easy. How long have
Mr. Carter swore…profusely. Every other word from the man’s mouth was enough to make the devil blush. His eyes grew wide, his face pallid as he tried to make sense of the scene that played itself before him. “Someone, help him up,” Carlton said. It was a command given in vain. The man wouldn’t let anyone near him, frantically slapping at their hands whenever any reached out to pull him from the corner he’d wedged himself into. “Stay away from me!” He could barely breathe, driving himself to hysterics faster than should’ve been possible. It was an unnecessary amount of theatrics in the boy’s estimation, as Jamie’s had been. Were sharper teeth and extreme bursts of speed truly so terrifying? Surely, there were things in the world that were infinitely more frightening—and far more likely to cause him harm. Demetrius imagined the man would’ve soiled himself had his wife been a clandestyne and her transformation more dramatic. Eventually,