Page 55 of Tortured Soul
I arched my brow. Did he think I was rejecting him because I was seeing someone?
“I’m—”
“Notsupposed to be here,” another voice groaned just behind me.
I turned around abruptly, nearly falling off the bike, only caught by Dimitri’s hand holding my waist.
Fuck.
Arc was here. With Carter and Carrie.
And about a dozen guards.
They didn’t look happy.
Chapter 17
Lola
Bringing Dimitri inside the camp took some convincing. Arc and Carter remained silent, happy to justglareat the two of us.
“We still have room left.” Aymeric smiled, nodding at Carrie. “It’s no problem at all to welcome Lola’s friend for a few days.”
Marcus mumbled from his spot near the door. Funny how he had his helmet and uniform on, but I still recognized his grumpy ass the moment I turned in the forest.
Dimitri stood still next to me, his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. His sunglasses were back on, hiding the madness that people in the room already suspected was there.
“That’s kind of you to offer, Aymeric,” Carrie said, her hands clasped in front of her on her desk. “But have you ever encountered a Nephilim before?”
Aymeric winced and shook his head.
“Nephilims are cursed from birth,” Carrie explained. “They’re the offspring of angels or demons with humans. They’re Immortal, and if they don’t break the curse by binding their soul to their true mate, their curse progresses until they become mad.”
Aymeric nodded. Dimitri stiffened next to me.
“Physical signs of madness are the hair turning silver or white, and eyes becoming red,” she added, casting a wary glance toward Dimitri.
“If Lola trusts him, I do too.”
What a kind soul. Aymeric was too good for this world. My throat bobbed as I turned my face toward him with a feeble smile.
Marcus grunted his disapproval behind me.
“If it’s too much of an inconvenience, I won’t be staying long,” Dimitri said, his tone clipped. “I noticed that humans are surrounding the area. If you need any help, I’m good at tracking and killing.”
My eyes widened but I forced my body to stay still. Hewasgood at those things. At least back then…
“You’re not making a good case for yourself here,” Carter drawled. “What's to say you won’t use those skills on our people?”
Dimitri ripped off his sunglasses with an annoyed sigh and turned toward him.
“I’m cursed, I’m not a mindless beast. I know when I need to isolate myself, and I won’t risk innocent lives. I’m here to spend time with my—with myfriend,” he corrected himself. “Notto cause trouble inside your camp.”
I reached for his hand and interlaced our fingers. He was getting frustrated and angry; not a good combination to convince anyone to trust him enough to stay here.
Dimitri’s fingers tightened around my hand and he relaxed next to me. Arc’s eyes slid to the motion and my hand suddenly felt clammy.
“Dimitriisgood at tracking and finding people,” I jumped in, turning to Carrie. “Maybe he could help you find the ones who are missing.”
