“Their eyes... I don’t know. I think I’ve seen them glow. And sometimes they make sounds that don’t sound human.”
Fear filled her as she stood to take her sister’s hands. She forced a laugh as she looked down at her little sister.
“Don’t be silly, Brit. What could they possibly be?” she said. “But do me a favour and don’t say things like that out loud. People might think you’ve lost your mind.”
“I have no one to tell, anyway,” Brit said. “But it’s been freaking me out.”
“You’re probably studying too hard,” she said, gently squeezing Brit’s hands. “Once you write your final exams, we’ll go somewhere we can relax and forget everything. But please, for my sake, don’t tell anyone. You know what they did to me when I was younger when I had that imaginary friend.”
“But what if they hurt us?” Brit whispered.
A knock on the door made them both jump, and she took it as a chance to brush the conversation off.
“Now, see what you’ve done. We’ll be jumping at everything now,” she teased, then walked to the door.
Jackson stood on the other side of the door with his bag in his hand. He wasn’t smiling. In his suit, he looked as cold as he had the first day she had met him, and he was likely going to stay like that until the day he let her go.
He walked in without a word and then walked towards the bedrooms. Brit’s heartbeat spiked again, making Jackson stop and look at her. Would he guess? But he continued walking without a word.
This was a mess. Maybe one day, she would tell her sister what she had seen and heard at the packhouse, but not when she had to leave her alone for at least another eight months.
When she looked back at her sister, she had put the fake smile back on her lips.
“Why don’t we finish tidying up, and then we can order some lunch? I’m starving.”
She hadn’t taken two steps away from the door when there was another knock. When she opened it again, she saw the wolf who had driven them that morning. He was breathing hard as if he had run up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. His heart was beating as fast as Brit’s had when she told her about her bodyguards, so she knew immediately that something must have happened.
“May I see Mr King, please?” he asked.
The door to the bedroom that Jackson had just gone into opened before he even finished speaking, and the man himself rushed to the front door. Jackson walked out of the suite and pulled the door shut. She knew he was doing that to keep her from hearing anything through the soundproofed walls.
“See what I mean?” Brit whispered. She had forgotten that her sister was watching everything.
“You didn’t even have to tell him someone was here for him; he already knew. I think we need to leave,” Brit said. “We’re together now; we can just disappear somewhere they won’t find us. Trust me on this one, Layla. These people are bad news, and they’ll hurt us worse than Costas if we don’t escape.”
Chapter 15
“Are you sure?”
Jackson walked towards the elevators. The other warriors were already waiting.
"She called Costas Markopoulos, and I heard him tell her to make sure you didn't leave. He said he’s on his way."
He should have ended that rat the first time he had seen them, but using Layla's fear of him had been to his advantage at the time. He hadn't expected the bond to strengthen the way it had, so Layla's future had been of no concern to him.
But now, the thought of leaving her in such a dangerous world had his heart twisting. Costas was nothing compared to the Circle or his pack, but he was still a dangerous human. Layla would be out there by herself with no one watching over her.
"Watch all the entrances. I need someone to stay here in case someone comes up."
The service elevator doors opened, and they let him on first before they piled in after him. They couldn't go through the lobby; it was too exposed. The service elevator would take them to the staff-only area at the back of the hotel.
"Keep it clean," he advised them.
He didn't have to. They all knew how to do their jobs and wouldn't do anything to reveal themselves to humans. They could hunt and track humans almost as well as Cain could, and they would not leave a trace. But that feeling that everything was about to turn on its head was still nagging him, so he couldn’t help feeling anxious.
When the doors finally opened again, his men slipped out and went in different directions. He took a calming breath as he watched them and then headed towards the Housekeeping staff room. He could sense someone was in there; hopefully, it was the woman he wanted to speak to.
"Yeah, two thousand dollars. I'll take you out tonight and still pay off my credit card. I just have to wait for him to come."