dressed similarly , but my suit was dark gray and my tie was light blue. I hated wearing black. I always felt like I was going to a funeral when wearing the color.
"Stop calli ng me that Stephen," I groaned.
He smiled. He loved to tease me abo ut being a Master. I hated it, all of it.
My meeting with Master Christensen was tonight. I would be getting answers so on and I was starting with him.
"Yes, I'm ready. Do you know if she'll be there?"
"I doubt it. Our wolves found that she rarely goes to Master Christensen's mansion. She goes to school and spends the rest of her time at the Pack's house. She lives there."
Disappointment washed over me. I had hoped to surprise her, although she might have been expecting me after our dream. I would have to come up with another way to see her.
"Well, shall we go then?" I asked and we headed out of the hotel room.
Walking out of the hotel, I kept vigilant. I knew my guards had already checked the area and were continuing to keep watch , but old habits die-hard. Even after five years, I still wasn't used to having my own guards. I was so accustomed to guarding others that I continued to look out for everyone in my clan even as they were ready to take a bullet for me, so to speak.
The night was clear and warm, the moon was full and the air smelled fresh. I breathed in deep ly, preparing myself for what was to come.
Stephen and I climbed in the limo. We had a driver and one guard up front and a few others following us in a separate car. I leaned my head back on the seat and looked out at the p assing city lights of Savannah.
The meeting with Christensen was going to be stressful. I knew him and his people thought I was coming to take over , but I did not intend to do so. I just wanted answers about Gretchen. She was the one and only vampire I had ever made and I wanted to know what happened to her.
I knew she had an affair with Christensen, but I couldn't figure out why he refused to turn her himself. If he cared for her at all, he would have. I could not imagine having a lover dying of cancer and ignoring her pleas for more time. Finding out she died added to the mystery. I needed to know there was no foul play involved and maybe I could find out more about Rebecca.
Rebecca, I sighed. I just couldn't keep her far from my thoughts. The woman stayed in my head and heart at all times. What was she doing right then? Did she ever think of me? I had to talk to her. I had to find out what was going on in her head.
Man, maybe I was going crazy, or everyone a round me was. My whole world had felt shaken for the past five years. There had been nothing but heartache, confusion, and the whole thing with Gretchen had just added more stress to my already out of control life.
As we moved along through nightlife traffic of downtown, heading toward the countryside, I thought back to that time five years ago. What could have made Rebecca leave? I remembered being held in a small cell for a couple of days before some of the pack was forced to beat and torture me. I never held it against them. I could tell they felt guilty and were reluctant, trying to hold back, but Master Logan stayed to watch many of the times.
He wou ld come into the cell and say, ‘Drake, you will take this punishment in silence or I will take it out on your Rebecca.’ Of course, I would do whatever he asked to keep her safe.
Nothing was ever that bad. I could handle getting my ass kicked and a few stab wounds. The feedings were the worse though. I had heard it was pleasant to feed a vamp , but Logan made sure to practically rip my throat out every time. He also made sure to wait until I healed to do it again.
I closed my eyes thinking about the last time I saw Logan. He came into the tiny dirty cell and announced that unless I gave consent to be turned into a vampire by him , he would take Rebecca as his personal feeder. He made many nasty remarks that I cared not to think about again.
I agreed , but I was devastated.