Page 70 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“What’s wrong?” I ask, as I get up out of the bed and flick the lights on. Immediately searching the room for clothes.

If she’s calling me with an issue, then I doubt that it’s going to be a problem that I can fix from here.

She sighs heavily, “We’ve had two people go missing, and we’ve had a witness come forward with some concerning footage.”

Chapter Twenty

Neith

“Footage?” I ask.

“Yeah, she recorded it on her phone,” Niamh explains, “You know, I wouldn’t call you if it was something that I thought I could deal with, but this is beyond what I have ever seen before. We need this sorted before the humans start talking, and it ends up on the fucking internet.”

“Alright, let me pack, and I will be with you as soon as I can,” I reply immediately. I will always go when she calls. It’s as simple as that.

“Thanks Neith,” she replies. “I imagine your house is already getting itself ready for your arrival.”

“Not my house,” I remind her.

“I don’t see anyone else willing to live in it,” she replies with a chuckle and then promptly hangs up before I can argue with her anymore.

Throwing my phone on the bed, I rush around my room, pulling on clothes and making sure I have enough layers since it’s fucking cold in Ireland at this time of year. When I open my closet, I say a thank you to past me, who actually did manage to put away all the parcels of clothes that I ordered. It makes finding a backpack and cramming it full of clothes and shit that I will need so much easier. Technically, I have some things at the house, but I don’t have much there because I have never really had much, so taking extras, especially more layers, is a definite must.

Once my bag is packed and I’m dressed and ready to go, I head back over to the bed where I threw my phone and pick it up, dialling a number and putting the phone to my ear as I pull my boots on.

“Sully,” I greet him, glad that it sounds like he’s still awake. I’m not surprised because he tends to sleep from about five am till it’s time to open the pub back up in the evening.

“Neith,” he greets me warmly. “It’s late, what’s going on?”

“I need a portal to Ireland, Niamh called me, and she’s got a problem,” I explain quickly.

“Got it,” he replies, instantly going into business mode, “I’ll get everything set up and ready to go.”

“Thanks, Sully. I’ll see you soon,” I reply, hanging up and putting my phone in my pocket.

I grab Betty and Asael and head toward my bedroom door. I’m just about to pull it open when it occurs to me that I’m not alone anymore. I briefly consider just leaving, like I usually would, but I owe the guys more than that, and even though it’s going to take me longer to get them all up and explain the situation, Niamh didn’t say that it was life or death right thismoment, and I really can’t just leave without telling them where I’m okay.

Oh shit, Ty. I have a job that I actually want to keep where I respect my boss. I’m going to need to tell him that I’m going to be M.I.A for a while. I’m not going to ask him for permission to go like I probably should because if he says no, I’m still going to go, and it’s probably better to tell him once I’m there and then ask for forgiveness. I know for a fact that my dickhead boss at HID had a really big fucking problem whenever I left on these sorts of things, especially since he very suddenly couldn’t trace my whereabouts, and he didn’t know why. There was nothing that any of them could really do about it though, apart from bitch and give me really shitty jobs, but considering they always gave me really shitty jobs anyway, it never bothered me.

Pulling open my door I once again pause, how the hell am I going to wake up all of the guys? If I shout then they’re going to wake up in panic, and no one likes to be shouted awake. I could just leave them a note and explain where I’m going, but I have a feeling that the guys wouldn’t be happy at all if I did that so it’s something that they need to be told in person.

I look down the long corridor ahead of me. I guess I just start knocking on doors and hope that they don’t sleep like me and that one of them will wake up and help me wake up the others.

With that plan in mind, I move to the door closest to mine and knock loudly.

I’m surprised when it doesn’t take long until I hear shuffling inside and the door opens. A sleep rumpled Van answering it.

Shirtless and only in a pair of tight boxers.

Oh fuck.

“Neith?” he asks, completely oblivious to the fact that I am having a very heated argument with my vagina right now. “What’s going on? Why do you look like you’re leaving?” thepanic that flashes through his eyes when he asks that last question effectively gets me back on track.

“I’m not leaving, leaving,” I explain, and he relaxes slightly, although his expression quickly clouds with confusion again. My eyes travel down the very well-defined dips and grooves of his chest and stomach. He’s got the fucking ‘V’ lines. Every time I see those, I just want to lick them. I sigh and forcefully pull my eyes up, “Can you please put some clothes on, and I’ll explain more? I can’t fucking concentrate.”

Van smirks, “Oh, why not?”

He thinks he’s putting me on the spot, and I’m going to get all flustered. He’s wrong.

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