Bab 125: San Francisco
-Sorry this chapter is late. I was binge watching a show and didn't make time to write. This book is starting to wind down, there will be two or three more chapter left and that will be it.
“Come on in.” says Milo. He steps aside so I can walk into the house. The smell of muffins fills my nose, and a mix of honey. He ushers me to the living room; I sit across from him on the couch.
From the way he sounded on the phone, he was eager for me to come over and talk to him. I watch him as he pores some more light gold tea into a cup. The stream circulates throughout the air. He pops in some sugar cubes and leans back onto the couch. He observes me up and down then begins talking.
“Do you know why I called you over?” He asked blowing on his tea.
“Honestly. . .no. But I’m sure it has something to do with Quinneth.” He gives me a nod, I knew it.
“It does. When Quinneth’s parents died, I made a promise to them. To care for Quinn, and protect her at all cost. With her being a key link with The First Power, she’s instantly in danger and I can’t have anything bad happen to her.” I can hear the seriousness in his voice. I, also, don’t want Quin to be in any danger, or pain even.
“I feel the same way Count. Not just because she’s my mate, but because she’s a good girl and deserves to live a life outside of this. . .mayhem.” I pan my hands around the room, they whirl around like helicopter blades.
“Glad me agree.” He sits this tea on the coffee table. “I need you to take her away from here.” My eyes widen, I wasn’t expecting that.
“Uhhh.” I let out a horse laugh. “Where do you want me to take her? Like out of the country or something.” He waves his hands at me, indicating a no. More of a hell no.
“Do you still have that apartment up in San Francisco?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I replied.
“Take her there. Get her away from all of this. I want her to have a nice time, after all it is Spring Break.” He finishes up his tea, and pours some more in the cup. He asks me if I wanted a cup, I politely declined.
“Yeah, sure I’ll do that. Are you ok with this?”
“Obviously, I’m the one who brought it up.” He said in a duh tone.
“No, it’s just me and Quinn will be. . .you know alone. And I know in the past you’ve been against it.” When he found me in the broom closet, he freaked out. I’d never seen Quinneth so scared of her grandfather before. And then I accidently told him I’ve been in her bedroom, alone with her. The moment those words left my mouth, I instantly regretted it.
A wavery smile pops us on his face, “Trust me I’ve thought about with, quite a lot actually. I know that you're still a guy with. . .sexual urges. But I’ve known you since you were a babe, you won’t try anything with her.”
“And how do you know that?” I asked curiously. With everything going on me and Quinneth haven’t been able to be intimate with each other. Hell, haven’t even been close to being intimate. Everyone is getting killed, and new people coming out of the woods works with all types of stuff.
“Because your scared of me.” Is all he says, giving me and evil look.
“You. . .got a point there. Speaking of Quinneth, where is she?” We’ve been talking for quite a while now, mostly about her and I haven’t seen her. The last time we texted she said she was at work, then was going to return some library books. From then I haven’t heard anything.
“She’ll be home in a few. She spends the night at Lyra’s, long night.” She didn’t tell me she was at Lyra’s house last night, probably didn’t think it was that important to tell.
While waiting for Quinn, we spent the next few minutes talking to each other. I talked about how everything at the pack was going, and he talked about his relationship with Irene. The first time I met her was when me and Quinn had our little. . .make out session. She came over to get his heart medicine, and we had a conversation.
From the few minutes we talked she was really nice. I learned, from Quinn, that she was her bosses' boss at The Tribune where she interns. She’s been dating Count for a little over 2 months, she says he’s the love of her life.
The Quinneth, enraged, came and broke up our pleasant conversation. That was the first and last time I talked to Irene. Looking towards the front of the house I see the doorknob moving, the key enters in the key hole jiggling around. In walks Quinn, her curls are wrapped up in a bun on top of her head. Her clothes look ragged and wrinkly, she must have slept in them.
“Hey, what are you doing here Alexander?” She asked, her voice sounding horse. She didn’t realize that her grandpa was also in the living room with me until she walked further in.
“Just. . .having a chat with your grandfather.” I tell her.
“About me, I’m assuming. You both don’t really have a lot in common.” Her grandfather pats the seat next to him. She sits her bag by the chair near the window and takes a seat next to him.
“With everything going on, I want you to get away from here.” She looks at me, then her grandfather confused by everything.
“Ok. . .so where are we going?” She asked him. She thinks that there going somewhere together. Oh baby.
“No, we are going anywhere with each other.” He points between the two of them. “You and Alexander are.” Her face scrunches up.
“You want. . .me and Alexander to go away alone. Without you or anyone else.” She had the same tone of voice that I did.
“Alexander asked the same thing. Look, I trust you, I even trust him. I want you away from all this. It’s your Spring break, you need to be a teen for once.” She works this over in her head.
“What about work?” She asked.
“I called Ida, she said she’ll give you a few days off.”
“I- I got school and stuff.” She musters out.
“Quinn, it’s Spring Break.” I said chiming in. She cuts her eyes towards me, letting me know I’m not helping. Leaning back on the couch, I let her fill it out.
From the way she’s bringing up excuses, I could tell she was nervous. Like she was leaving before having to do something important, what is she hiding?
“Fine, I’ll go.” She raises up from the couch and goes up to her room. Most likely to go pack her things.
Quinneth’s P.O.V.-
“Welcome to my apartment.” Alexander’s strong arm pushes open the front door of his apartment. My eyes fill with wonder, this is the nicest apartment I’ve ever seen in my life.
“This can’t be yours.” I say in disbelief.
“I have the key, and I pay the bills so it kind of his.” I give him a smack on the shoulder, he’s always trying to be sarcastic.
“I know that Mr. Sarcastic, it just is so nice that’s all.” In the entrance way is a narrow hall with painting on the wall. It’s paintings of places like Italy, Paris and France. Opposite of us is a nightstand with a wooden bowl sitting on top of it. Walking further in tons of sunlight bathes over mine and Alexander’s body.
The windows stand at 6 foot tall. Since his apartment is in the city, you can see tons of tall skyscrapers and cars going from one place to another. In the living room it’s pretty barren. A white couch, rug, coffee table and a TV. If I didn’t know this was his place, I would have assumed this was all a set up for people who are looking for a new place to live. It’s clean, and pristine.
“It is rather nice. I don’t come here often, if I stay late at the office then I’ll stay here overnight so I don’t have to drive home.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this place?” I asked walking around his apartment. Sliding my hand across the painting.
“Didn’t think it was worth telling about. The bedroom is right that way.” I walk into his room and sit my bag on the bed with the light grey comforter. The curtains are black, blocking out all the sun in the room. The only thing in here is a dresser with some pictures sitting on it and a hamper with no dirty clothes in it. Across the hall is a bathroom.
“You like it?” I turn around to see him lingering in the doorway, admiring me admiring his place.
“It’s nice. Really nice.” Is all I could say.
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