Roman Eliot

Twenty-two:

Roman Eliot

“They should be back by now! It’s almost dawn,” Roman hissed.

He was in the living room of his home, waiting with Aion and Ares. Aion sat by the window looking for Lucy and Nora. While Ares sat calmly in one of the chairs nearby, with a book in hand.

“Will you relax?” Ares said. “It isn’t as if she’s some boring, human girl. She’s a witch. And she’s being rescued by a centuries old vampire who knows what she’s doing. She’ll be fine.”

Roman glared at Ares. “I’m surprised you’re not more concerned. Your mate is missing too.”

“I’m fairly certain my mate is a traitorous bitch, based on what Aion told me,” said Ares with a snarl, “she’s been spying on Nora from the sounds of it. I don’t appreciate liars.”

“She’s made a mistake,” said Roman, “besides, “we don’t know that it was Winter who was responsible for that Scrying stone.”

“We don’t not know that either. I’m not a trusting perso