“We’ll figure this out tomorrow. Right now...” I gestured to my desk, “I have a lot of applications to go through.”
Ethan came over to give me a kiss. Mikey started making gagging noises as he stood. “Get a room!”
“This is my room.” I smiled.
Chapter Four
The next day, surprised Drake had agreed to see me, I appeared at the Vampire mansion. Forced to stand at the gate, I waited as the guard spoke on the phone. He finally hung up and looked me up and down, leering more than was appropriate. When he motioned me through, a car appeared just yards away.
I climbed in, looking around the vehicle. It made me miss my Charger, which I hadn’t driven much lately. Most of my traveling consisted of poofing in and out of places. I enjoyed driving a nice vehicle, though, especially after the death trap I used to have. My Toyota had definitely seen better days.
The car stopped in front of the mansion. Two guards stood at the doors, barely acknowledging me as I climbed out of the car and walked through. A short man with thinning, blond hair appeared, his hands behind his back. He smiled at me before speaking.
“Ms. Sophie, my name is Felix. It is good to see you. Drake is waiting in the great hall for you.” He led the way, even though I was confident I could make it there myself.
My heels echoed through the hall. I looked through the door of the massive room, seeing Drake at a table glancing through some paperwork. He smoked a cigar, a glass filled with what looked like brandy sitting in front of him. When he heard me come in, he glanced up and stood. He set down his cigar and smiled at me.
“Hope you didn’t have to wait at the gate for too long,” he said, leading me over to the table.
I shrugged, not wanting to complain about the ridiculous process. Sitting in the chair next to his, I shook my head when he offered me something to drink. As he finally sat, I sighed. He looked good. I didn’t see a trace of evil.
“To what do I owe this visit?” he asked, clasping his hands together. He knew why I was here. He just wanted me to bring it up. I hated that he played games with me.
“I want to know why Jenna abandoned her post and came here.” I gave him my best High Mistress business-like expression, hoping he knew there was no room to wiggle out of this one.
He shrugged. “Apparently, she wasn’t getting the recognition she sought at your location. So, after we offered her an investigative position within our guard, she came here.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You’re hiring a Witch?”
“As you know from personal experience, I have no issue with Witches.”
Debating on how to take that, I chewed on my bottom lip. Did that mean they were an item? She seemed awfully dedicated to him, which shocked me. Jealousy reared its ugly head, fire and destruction all around me. That was what I pictured, so I just asked the question.
“Are you two seeing each other?”
He smiled at me, his hand brushing mine. “Would that make you angry?”
I pulled my hand away, afraid what I might do if he kept touching me. “Don’t play games with me, Drake. I’m serious.”
“I believe I’ve answered all your questions, Sophie. Let me know if you need anything else.”
He was dismissing me?! The immature brat in me wanted to stomp her foot and demand answers, but I wasn’t about to do that. I stood, my back straight, then spun around to head out of the room. If he wanted to be an asshole, so be it. I was done playing games. When he wanted to start negotiations, he could come to me.
Thinking to make a beautiful exit, I turned too sharply as I left the room. Stumbling, I nearly fell on my face. I heard Drake chuckle. He knew I was jealous, but there was nothing I could do about it. It had been my choice to leave him. Now he left it up to me to get him back.
KICKING HARD, I WATCHED the bag swing from the ceiling. I kicked again, smashing my foot right into Drake’s face. The paper version anyway. One that I had pinned onto the bag to get some of my anger out. When I kicked again, my foot tore through the image.
“Oh shit.” I stopped to piece him back together again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to rip your face apart,” I said through clenched teeth.
I started punching the pieces, the bag swinging with each hit. Drake’s face was now wrinkled and split in two. Taking a deep breath, I started bouncing from foot to foot, letting my heart calm down a little.
Gods, he makes me so angry. Can’t he just give straight answers?
“Something you need to get off your chest?” Ethan asked, walking over to the bag to hold it for me.
I kicked high, tearing the paper again. It floated down to the floor of the sparring room. Snatching it up, I pinned it back onto the bag, ready to go another round.
“He just makes me so angry. Plays all these head games with me.”
Kick.
“How’s that?”
Kick.
Glancing at Ethan, I wasn’t sure if I should discuss my jealousy with him. We had started getting close. It would be awkward if he had deeper feelings for me than I did him. When I didn’t answer, he seemed to figure it out for himself.
He sighed. “I know you’re not over him, Sophie. He’ll always have a piece of your heart. I get that.”
I stopped and lowered my arms, looking at him standing behind the bag. “Then why the fuck do you stay? What are you getting out of this?”
Did I really want to know? Hell, I liked what we had. I enjoyed the sex. I loved his
