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time.
    Why
haven’t they called yet?   Mitchell wondered and the panic came rushing
back in, suffocating and thick.   He
fished his cell phone out of his pocket and called the house again,
voicemail.   He tried Angelle, no
answer.   Luke, busy.   Eric, voicemail.  
    Another insistent pull yanked him to his
feet.   Why is she affecting him so
much?   After all, he has yet to bite
her.   The pull shouldn’t be this
strong.   Mitchell glanced down at the
open file on his desk and, in frustration, he tossed
it across the room, adding to the mess of papers on the floor.  
    Something must have happened.   That was the only explanation.   Of
course something happened, you idiot, a voice growled through his
mind.   You left your human soulmate alone with three
vampires.  
    “What was I thinking?” he breathed and a
new set of fears twisted in his gut.   How
could he have left a bunch of vampires in charge of keeping Amelia safe?   He shook his head violently, attempting to
shed the thoughts.   They wouldn’t cross
him.   Not unless they had a death wish,
but...
    Mitchell was just about to call home again
when the intercom buzzed, and his assistant’s raspy voice filled the room.   “Mr. Lang, Ms. O’Connor is in the meeting
room waiting for you.”
    Panic washed over him in a flood.   Why is Angelle here?   The only reason he could think of was that
Amelia was... Mitchell ignored the intercom and rushed to the meeting room a
few doors down from his office.   He threw
the door open, “What are you doing here?   Is she okay?   Please tell me she’s
okay.”
    “She’s fine,” Angelle said , her big brown eyes were hard as she looked Mitchell
over.   She was lounging back in a black
leather chair, her red patent leather heels resting upon the table.  
    He let out a pent up breath.   “Why didn’t you call then?” he shouted.   “Did you forget who you work for?”  
    Angelle ignored him, collecting her long
auburn hair together and tying it into a knot, which just increased his anger.   She kept her cold stare locked on him,
unblinking.   “Are you sure you’re doing
the right thing, staying away?”
    Mitchell thought about that for a moment
while he tried to regain his composure.   No, he wasn’t sure.   He wasn’t
sure about anything when it came to Amelia.   He had spent eight hundred odd years searching for her, and each time he
was too late.   He had seen her buried too
many times to count.   And ever since the
last time, he hadn’t been able to get through to her in the dreams.   Yes, the dreams were magical, he couldn’t
deny that, but they had physically remained thousands of miles apart from each
other for way too long. It was as if she had put up a wall, a barrier of some
sort to stop him from finding her again.   Now that he had, he didn’t know what to do.  
    “She’s been through so much, Angelle,”
Mitchell finally answered, dropping into a chair.   “She needs time to adjust.”
    Angelle’s eyes washed red and her fangs popped down.   “You’re wrong.   She loves you,” she hissed with contempt
dripping from her voice.   She threw her
legs off the table, sitting up straight in her chair.    
    He was almost tempted to laugh at her.   Angelle was always so passionate, and she rarely
thought before she lashed out, especially with him.   They had been together for so long that at
times, she forgot her place.   And most of
the time he just looked the other way.   But something inside him growled at the blatant disrespect she was
showing him and his instincts kicked in before he could pull them back.   “If you give me that look again, I will take
that as a challenge, Angelle.   This is my
jurisdiction and you’d be wise to remember who you are speaking to before you
flash those fangs again.”
    What was wrong with him?   Why all the anger?   He didn’t get it.   It was almost as if he was just turned.   No control over his emotions and