Page 37 of Petals and Fangs

“I'm on it, Mr. Rothschild.”

I place the file on the desk. My eyes fall on it in front of me. The words are blurred, but I am still reading them. My thoughts are racing, and my heart is beating rapidly. I can’t stop thinking of her.

“Have you seen, Ms. Snow? Either of you?” I ask, not looking up from the file.

“Not me. I have some business to take care of right now,” Nick says as he leaves. He is plotting to do something; I can feel it.

“Ms. Snow is currently working in my office. She has proposed to me a plan,” Alfred says, smiling proudly.

“What? She is here already?” I suddenly stand on shaky legs. I feel as if my legs are about to give up on me.

“Yes, she is. She arrived here right before you did.”

“Oh, wow. Why didn't you tell me, Alfred? You could have told me.”

“I assumed you’d read my mind and found out,” Alfred smirks.

“I am too thirsty to use any powers right now,” I tell him. The sex with Lily earlier this morning really exhausted me, but it also felt like I was reborn.

“Ms. Snow told me she had a rough night, so I left my office to give her more space. I can't wait to see the result of the new decor.”

“Rough night,” I faintly say, echoing Alfred.

“There is something that caught my eye, though.”

“Which is?”

“A bandage around her hand. She must have injured herself.”

“She has indeed. It happened right there in my club in front of everyone.”

“Wait. I am not supposed to intrude, but did they-”

“No, Alfred,” I immediately say. I know what he is thinking.

“Oh, good grief.”

“She caught people’s eyes for sure, but I was quick to escort her out of there as soon as possible. She hurt herself, and the wounds were bleeding all over my hands.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly. You know how it is, Alfred. It was quite the bloody scene.”

“Oh, that sounds rough. What did you do?”

“I helped her, but it was a tedious task. You know how I get around blood.”

“I do. That must have been hard.”

“You have no idea, Alfred,” I sigh and sit back down. I need to clear my head.

“I will leave you now. I'll see if I can find more on this person,” Alfred says, walking backward.

“Thank you, Alfred.”

Lily is here in the building. I need to see her. I have so much I want to talk to her about. I want to know why she left so suddenly. But that is the problem. I don't really know how to keep a conversation with her.

Maybe we went too far this morning. The second I smell her and see her; it is hard for me to contain my thirst and lust.

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