Kael remained calm as he took his seat, facing Jace’s.
“How ironic,” the corner of his lips tilted up in a smile. “A few days ago it was me begging to see you. Now, it’s the other way around.”
“You must have vocabulary problems because I didn’t fucking beg, Jace forced himself not to growl. “Why were you so late? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago.”
.”Dude, I know you have the brain of a child and all, but there’s something called traffic. Besides, you only waited for ten minutes. Don’t act like a lady hasn’t kept you waiting for longer.”
“No. People don’t keep me waiting. It’s forbidden in my rules.”
Kael simply huffed as he reached for his half cup of wine and drank from it.
“Now, why the fuck would you do that?” Jace slammed his hands on the table, although it was light. “Your stupid lips just kissed my glass.”
He clicked his fingers toward a waitress, requesting for an extra glass.
“You’re an ass. You should be thankful someone like me gets to kiss your glass. From the look of things, I don’t think you get such privileges often.”
“Yeah, you wish.”
Kael chuckled and emptied the drink.
Jace was always unnerved by this guy. He could act very cold, his mind capable of delivering the greater evil.
“Now, why did you call for me?” Kael asked as he dropped his empty glass on the table.
The waitress arrived with Jace’s new glass which he started filling with the wine.
“I need your help.”
“It’s obvious. You wouldn’t call me here for any other reason. Please, refill my glass.”
Jace gave him the death glare. “I’m not your boy. You’ve got hands. Do it yourself.”
“I fucking said please! How’re you even the chairman’s son? You’re the complete opposite of what your father is. Seriously, I think I need to talk to him to change his son.”
“And you? Do you even have a father I can talk to?”
Kael chuckled, although Jace didn’t miss the dark glint in his eyes. “Look, you better fill that glass or I’m out of here.”
Jace growled low in the throat. He wished he could punch this guy so hard he wouldn’t heal. But he was right. He did need his help.
Grudgingly, he refilled his glass and slid it to him.
He kept his gaze on Kael as he drank from it. “Careful. I might’ve poisoned it.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t dare.”
Kael brought the wine to half before setting it down on the table.
“Okay. So, what help are we talking about?”
JACE
Jace adjusted in his seat. This was the real deal.
“I need you to help me move into Darkspire.”
If Kael hadn’t swallowed the drink he had in his mouth already, he’d have spilled it all over the table.
He wouldn’t have been as shocked if Jace had told him he wanted to take down a certain Alpha. But moving in to Darkspire? To a different Pack? It was beyond ridiculous.
For Jace, it was very important. He was worried about Lyric and someone discovering her secret. He took the night they were supposed to elope as an instance. She had been caught and locked up by Jaris, yet he had no idea. If something bad were to happen to her while he was far away, he wouldn’t have any idea until it was too late.
He needed to be close to her.
“Please, tell me you’re drunk,” Kael scoffed. “That’s the only reasonable explanation for this madness.”
“I wouldn’t invite you here to drink from my glass if I wasn’t serious. I’m damn serious about this, Kael.”
“Well, you sound crazy. I’m not letting you into Darkspire. That’s not possible.”
“Why?” Jace leaned closer to the seat. “According to the laws of our Packs, a Pack is required to receive guests at anytime. Not accepting me would be discrimination and breaking the rules.”
“A Pack is required to receive guests who are important and have a valid reason to be there. What is your reason, tell me. To stay close to the Alpha’s mate?”
“No.” Jace rubbed his hand against his face. “Believe me, Kael. Lyric and I could never be anything beyond friends. She’s like a sister to me. And believe me, if I wanted her before Jaris did, I’d have gotten her. She doesn’t want me either. As a .matter of fact,” he sighed, his face growing serious. “Lyric has never crossed my mind in that light.”
Kael gave him one of his cold assessing looks. It was a look Jace hated, but it also meant he was confident his words.
“Well, let’s assume you’re telling the truth,” he drank from his glass again. “I can’t get you into Darkspire. You need to have a solid reason.”
“Seriously, this is important. Lyric… she’s been getting into a lot of trouble lately and needs ms around to keep her in check. I’m sure you can attest to that.”
“As much as I want to admire how protective you are as her friend, you still need a valid reason to come to Darkspire. Alpha Jaris won’t approve of it unless it makes sense.”
“Well, let’s come up with one. Because I fucking need this to happen.”
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LYRIC
It was a new day. Yet, it came with the same burden.
I looked pale in the mirror, staring at my reflection wearing black corporate pants with a black top tucked into it, and my new favorite red lipstick.
Maybe I’d have looked stunning if I didn’t look so sad.
On my dresser was my phone with the text clearly displayed:
“We were expecting you yesterday, Mrs. Dreadmoor. We hope we get to see you today. Please, do get back to us.”
Since I discovered who I really was, I’d been troubled and contemplated quitting my new job at TCH or not.
Jace was right. I needed to stop using my powers for everyone to see.
But what I’d been able to do was so good. I got to give life to a man who didn’t have much hope. I wished I could continue doing it.
So, last night, I concluded on one thing-I didn’t need to use my powers to do good. I could simply heal them with my basic knowledge and help them get better.
Grabbing my things, I headed for my car, hit the road and drove to Botanical Bliss first.
There, I got a pair of abyssal gloves. It was made hick and creating a barrier between my hands and the other person’s skin. This way, I won’t be siphoning anybody’s powers when I touch them.
It was painful that I had to keep this side of me locked, but it was for the best. The only person I had to take care of was Xylon, and everything would be fine.
I reached TCH and headed to Guinevere’s office. The woman was on a phone call when I entered.
“Lyric. You’re here.” She dropped the landline.
“Good morning, ma’am.” I dipped my head.
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