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“But why?” he whines. “I am not the one who took her. I figured she was his mate with how blended her smell was, but you know Frank, he doesn’t listen to anyone.”
“Have you heard from him?”
“No. you know it’s rare he speaks to anyone, like the rest of us.”
I stuff down my anger and breathe a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Vlad has her back now, but that probably won’t save your sorry ass if he finds out.”
“Ifhe finds out,” Jekyll says. I can almosthearhim raising a brow, knowing I won’t say anything to Vlad. “A human mate. What is the world coming to, eh?”
I grin, uncaring that Vlad has mated with a human. He could mate with an ogre for all I care so long as he stops acting like an invalid. It took me an entire century to bring Vlad back to the living, except I’m not so sure that I am the one who did it. I am quite certain I owe Aubrey a thanks. “After Frank took her, Vlad flew to America to get her back and?—”
“Wait,” he cuts in. “Vladleftthe castle? He left Romania?”
“Well, when someone takes your fuckingmate, what do you expect? He left that same night after her.” What happened nextcould have been avoidable had he but taken the time to listen to me, the stubborn blockhead.
“That’s fair, I suppose.” I can hear the contriteness in his tone.
“I tracked him down a week later and found him in a veterinary office.”
He sputters into a coughing fit, wheezing as he rights himself. “No. You’re joking.”
“Yes, in a cat crate.” A grin pulls at my lips as I recall how furious he was after I saved him from being force fed bugs for days. They thought he was a mouse-eared bat! Funniest moment of my life, if I’m being honest.
Jekyll wheezes with laughter. “A cat crate?”
“I wish I could make this shit up,” I tell him, grabbing a pair of light track suit bottoms from my dresser.
“How the bloody hell did he end up in a veterinary clinic?”
“Picked up by animal control, his file said.” My grin spreads as I recall just how trapped I found him. If the idiot had only listened, he wouldn’t have been captured at all. He’d been severely injured—from being hit by a truck, no less—and didn’t have enough blood to heal himself.
He laughs uproariously at this. “That’s amazing. Where is he now?”
The phone vibrates and a notification lights up the screen as I make my way back to the bed.
“Greece,” I murmur, my attention elsewhere as I grab the phone.
Felix:
The numbers are in.
I fire off a quick text back.
Me:
And?
Felix:
Congratulations. You’ve already doubled your investment.
“The hell is he doing in Greece?” Jekyll asks.
“Honeymoon,” I answer while pulling up my track pants, intent on getting to the woods as quickly as possible. “I have to go. I’ll call you back later.”
“Wait,” he blurts before I can hang up. “I’ve packed a supply of sunscreen for Vlad as well.”
“I doubt Vlad will touch anything you’ve made now,” I say, knowing Vlad won’t let go of what happened for some time.
