locked here. How much time had she before their wedding? She also wanted to let Moira know that she made a big mistake and should free her and her friends RIGHT NOW!
As if reading her mind, Moira passed by Pam and Trish’s cell, and headed straight for Ally’s compartment. Standing in front of her cell, the two women stared at one another. Without saying a word, they had a brief conversation:
- I didn’t want to lock you in here, but you left me no choice.
- You’re insane, you know that, right?
- He belongs to me.
- He doesn’t love you. He loves me.
- Irrelevant.
- He’ll find me.
- It’ll be too late.
- He won’t marry you!
- He has no choice.
- LET ME OUT!
- Not until I am wedded to him.
Ally turned away from her. How was she going to get out of here? Would it really be too late when Benedict found her? What did Moira mean about “He had no choice”? Plus, how the hell did Ally manage to have that type of discussion?
Moira tilted her head and watched Ally. This was not good. Alice was stronger than she assumed. Shit! Moira spent the last few hours trying to discern the risks of jailing a newly transformed vampire. With what little information she found on the subject, she realized that they could be erratic, hungry, and homicidal. Ally seemed to have her emotions in checked. Odd. Moira was hoping to see a frantic animal jailed within that cell.
“How are you feeling, Alice? Be honest, now.” She asked sweetly.
Without turning, Ally ignored her.
“How’s the bump? I did hit you quite hard.”
Ally turned and snarled at Moira, revealing fully developed fangs.
“Oh.” Moira muttered. Shit! Her fangs were developed! Was she fully transformed? That’s impossible! Quickly, she masked her face from the horror she just witnessed. Better, she not realized how fearful she was about this whole situation.
“You know, Alice, this isn’t my fault. If you were not such a whore to sleep with a stranger, none of this would have ever happened. Why didn’t you heed the advice of your good friends?”
“Fuck you, lady.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s your area of expertise. If you hadn’t felt the urge to sneak off and seduce Benedict, all of you would be home right now.”
“I hate to break it to you, but it’s only a matter of time before Ben puts two and two together and realizes that you’re my abductor!”
Moira laughed. Unlike the first time, it was melodious. It sounded like wind chimes tinkling in the breeze.
“Do you think I have not come prepared? Oh, wait! Are you assuming that this is some rushed, random act? Dearest Alice, I did my homework. I have the perfect alibi. At this very moment, Benedict thinks that I, too, am looking for my human mate in Argentina!” She laughed again.
“Maybe you should.”
Moira scowled, not appreciating the rebuke. “Though I do not like you, I will care for you and your friends. A servant should be in here shortly to serve to your needs.”
“What about me? I don’t feel like having scrambled eggs right now.”
“Oh? What does the missus fancy?”
“Blood.”
Pam and Trish gasped in horror. Shit! They could have really gone without knowing that, Ally thought.
Moira was beaming. She liked the look of shame on Ally’s face. Good. She did not want to deal with a heartless, avenging monster. If she still cared about her friends, she was not a threat… yet.
“I’m sorry, but we just ran out.” Moira said as she approached the bars of her cell. “Besides,” she whispered, “you won’t be getting a drop under my watch.”
“Why not?”
Moira ignored her question, and sauntered off towards the exit.
“Wait,” Pam cried, “when are you going to free us?”
“Soon.”
“He’ll never marry you! He’s bonded to me!” Ally shouted.
“Benedict has responsibilities that
Janice Kay Johnson - Cop by Her Side (The Mysteries of Angel Butte)