will, of course, keep the search open for him and if I get any new information or my men catch him, I will let you know. Take care of Peri.’
Pressing send, he knew this was not the outcome Josef was hoping for and wished he had been able to take out this new threat to Peri. He hoped Josef and Gabe could keep her safe, even though she was a powerful Witch in her own right.
He was now feeling pretty ill-tempered–first not catching the Dragon, her biting words, Sam, and now this. He closed down his laptop, standing up and leaving the paperwork where it lay. It would be there for him in the morning. Tonight he was going home to have quite a few drinks.
Luckily, he didn’t have far to go. The SEB owned the building their offices were in, six floors with underground parking and a Penthouse apartment on the top floor. That apartment was his, as Director, and he made his way up to it with a scowl on his face.
As soon as he was inside, he made for the small bar area, set up in the corner of his lounge, pouring himself a large bourbon. He drank it down in one gulp, before refilling the glass and going to his favorite chair. A large, reclining, leather armchair sat directly in front of the floor to ceiling windows, which ran the entire length of the lounge. The chair facing outwards so he could sit and watch the city–loving to watch the sun rise and set.
He relaxed his huge frame into the chair, pressing the button to recline it slightly, before sipping his drink. Ronan’s thoughts were scattered as they wound from Josef, to his hometown, to Peri, to the Dragon and inevitably settling on the girl.
He hoped they could find her and convince her they wanted to help. Maybe she thought they had been hunters? It would’ve been a logical assumption if she was used to Vampires chasing her. Maybe that was why she had spoken to him in such a harsh tone…
He guessed if he was being hunted, he wouldn’t be too gracious either, to folks turning up in full combat gear. Ronan was well aware of the sight he projected, even when not dressed for a mission. Downright scary was probably the words to describe him. Which meant the girl had even more courage than he thought, throwing that insult out at him as she had.
Stretching his legs he grimaced, realizing he was still in his combat gear, including weapons, which were now digging into him. He placed his glass on the side table next to his chair, and stood up, already starting to undress. The weapons he placed on the bar, then he continued on down the hallway to his bedroom, throwing the clothes in the hamper as he removed them.
Once down to his underwear he about turned and went back to his seat, the leather slightly cold against his skin for the first few seconds. Picking up his glass, he sipped some more of his drink while he stared out the window...for once seeing nothing...apart from violet eyes.
Ronan had no idea how long he stayed there, only moving when fatigue started to lower his eyelids. Peeling his body from the leather, he placed the glass on the bar and went to bed–a very large bed, one which accommodated his huge frame and had cost him a small fortune to be made. It was one of the few items he treasured.
Moving the sheet he lay down, hoping to rest, after all, he had a mission to carry out the next night and he wanted to be on top of his game.
After tossing and turning for hours Ronan fell into a fitful sleep, waking after just three hours. It was still early, before dawn, as he gave up trying to sleep and went for a long, hot, shower. Dressing in one of his suits and retrieving a small packet of donor blood from his fridge. He placed the package on the counter-top and left it. He would eat in an hour or so, once the chill had gone from the blood.
D esperate for coffee, making himself an instant instead of his usual filter and carrying his coffee with him, Ronan sat back down in his chair to watch the sun rise over his city. He realized he was worried about the girl,