Chapter 108: The Warlock

Nyx shook her head and rushed out of the room, swinging the door open and stopping in the corridor, looking either side, searching for Davian, but as she suspected, the hybrid was gone. She came to the Hub to meet Marcus and to get some high paying information and somehow ended up meeting Davian who advised her to leave Gabriel. She didn't so much care about herself getting hurt or dying; more so, she didn't want to be the Vampire King's weakness and put him at a disadvantage.

Should she leave before things between them grew into something more?

Her heart pinched at the idea. Nyx pulled her phone out of her pocket again; there were no missed calls or texts from Gabriel. Somehow that seemed more disturbing to her than if her inbox had a few messages. Nyx sighed and put her phone away; she couldn't make a rash decision like that without first seeing Gabriel. 

Nyx turned in the direction of where she and Davian came from then stopped from the figure blocking her path. She frowned and squinted her eyes. He was the same man from before; she only remembered because of the suit he wore and his long dark locks. 

"Miss Snow, you are here for information, correct?" He stepped closer to her and smiled charmingly. 

Nyx stilled and glanced around nervously at her surname being said aloud. Nobody knew her surname except for her mother, who refused to even speak of it. It was her father's last name, after all. But how did this man know? Was this Hub really that good at finding people? It made her body grow cold at how much they or he might know about her.

"Do not worry, nobody can hear of what we speak right now. Please, follow me, and I can answer the questions you seek," The man said mysteriously. 

He was very suspicious, but Nyx found herself following behind him, her curiosity piqued by such an interesting character. She was yet to speak to Marcus, but at the moment, this was more essential; her name could be used as information, she needed to pay the price to keep their lips sealed, whether that was by an absurd amount of money or..

Nyx gripped onto her dagger behind her back out of habit as she watched this man's back. He led her to another room similar to the last but much larger with a desk, table and chairs, along with a settee, bookcases, and paintings from the 17th century. Behind the desk was a floor-to-ceiling panelled window, next to it a door that led to a balcony. 

Nyx closed the door behind her and watched the long-haired man warily, her hand still on the dagger as she stepped further into the room. 

"What should I call you?" Nyx finally spoke up. It was customary that a nickname, an alias, was used. 

"You may call me Einar," He replied and turned around, leaning his backside on his desk. Nyx inhaled sharply as she stared into a dazzling, sharp-featured face, but most of all that entranced her were his eyes. One eye was an icy blue, and the other was a green that flourished into burning orange. Einar flicked two fingers to the side, and her dagger flew into the bookcase. "There is no need for violence, Miss Snow."

Nyx shut her gaping mouth and stared at her dagger before returning her gaze to Einar, who felt quite familiar to her. Though she had never met him before.

"You are a witch.." She murmured uncomfortably and shifted from one foot to the other. Under his gaze, she felt like he could see straight through her, it was unsettling, but there was also a strange charm about him. 

"I prefer the term warlock," He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, staring at her expectantly. 

"But.." Nyx spoke aloud, not meaning to as she smelled the scent coming from the warlock was similar to that smell of burning hair and something else, something fruity? Einar tapped his finger against his arm and raised a brow. "H-how.. Are you in charge of this Hub?" She asked, arching her brows together as she crossed her arms and stepped further into the room. 

Einar smiled and gestured for her to take a seat on the couch. Instead, she sat at the large circular table that seemed to have been burnt a few times. Maybe he practised spells or something on it? 

The warlock chuckled at her choice of seat and followed to sit across from her. "This is my Hub, and you will find the information we provide is of top quality," Einar replied and clasped his black-gloved hands together on the table.

Nyx leaned back in her chair and smirked. "Hmm, is that why you rip off any who lose in the arena?" She asked, demurely crossing her legs. 

"It is only business." Einar smiled mischievously. "And like I said, you will find no better Hub in the country. The prices also depend on what information you are after, which you should know by now would cost a lot."

After her little meeting with Davian, she was more aware of what a mixture of differentiating smells meant. "Are you a hybrid of some kind?" She asked, staring at him curiously. 

"Will you really waste what precious little time you have left by finding out what I am?" He replied nonchalantly. She didn't expect him to tell her without it costing, but his question was still an answer. He was not purely a warlock, but like he pointed out, it wasn't important to her right now. His eyes, though, kept making her believe like they'd met before, but she would remember such a fine-looking warlock. 

With a sigh, she replied, "You are right. Seeing as you know my last name, I will acknowledge that this Hub may be the best, or it is simply that you are a warlock. And you probably already know what I wish to ask. So, name your price."

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Einar smiled, unclasping his hands and tapping his chin 'thoughtfully' as though he had not already thought about the price before lowering his hand again. "I may be a warlock, but I don't truly know everything you wish to ask. But I do owe you an apology, and instead of asking for money, I only want a strand of your hair," He replied casually like his 'price' was an ordinary thing to ask. 

Nyx stared at him in bewilderment, leaning further into the chair she sat in. "I would rather pay in cash. I don't know what sort of sorcery you might use with a strand of my hair; I may not know much about you folks, but I'm not utterly clueless. And what do you need to apologise for?!" She exclaimed as her leg started to shake in impatience. Her phone suddenly vibrated, and she pinched the bridge of her nose after reading Gabriel's message.

[ 11:30pm Gabriel: I'll see you soon. ]

"Fine," Nyx snapped. She was running out of time, Gabriel couldn't come to the Hub.

Einar smirked and snapped his fingers; out of nowhere, a small glass vial suddenly appeared in his hand. Nyx winced at the sudden pull of her scalp, and inside appeared two strands of her hair. "If it was that easy, you could have done that in the first place," She grumbled, rubbing the back of her head above the wig. 

"Here," Einar snapped his fingers again, and a brown sealed envelope appeared before them on the table. Nyx stared at him questionably and reached for the envelope, pulling out the photographs of people she never thought to see again. "There are three packs after you, and it seems the Hellhounds are also after you. The first you know, the White Sands pack, the second seems to want to help you, which I find rather bizarre, and the last.."

Nyx's grip tightened on the photo of her father; he was in a coffee shop with his Beta but seemed to be staring directly at the camera as though he knew they were there all along. But if the Alpha had an issue with them in the first place, then the photo would never appear in the Hub. 

"The Bloody Snow pack," Einar finished quietly. 

"Why is this pack after me?" She asked; her tone was quiet and dark as she stared at her father's aged face. His dark blonde locks were still down to his shoulders with piercing blue eyes. He wore a t-shirt revealing tribal tattoos down his right arm. 

"Do you need me to answer that for you?" Einar questioned and dropped the smile from his face when she glared at him. "He has been searching for you ever since you left with your mum."

Nyx scoffed and dropped the photo on the table like it burned her. She didn't know much about him, but after going through what she did with Ethan, it didn't matter to her if her father felt guilty and wanted to make amends. That part of her past was closed, and she never wanted to reopen it. "The White Sands, are they near Chester?" She asked, changing the topic.

"They are still searching near the last place you stayed at," Einar replied, and she looked at him sharply. 

"How do you know so much?" 

Einar smiled back and shrugged. "It is a gift of mine. Is there anything else you wish to know?"

Nyx sighed and looked at the time on her phone again. "The Hellhounds.. Where is their territory?" This was the question she knew would have cost her a bomb because nobody knew of the Hellhounds, no one except for this warlock, it seems.

"They are between Chester and Silver Thorn."

Nyx's eyes widened, and she cursed under her breath, already asking her next question. "Were the Hellhounds a part of the rogues planning to take down the Silver Crescent pack?"

Einar shook his head. "No. The Hellhounds seem to be leaving the hunters and rogues to wipe out the pack. Their numbers are much less since attacking the White Sands pack."

Nyx nodded her head and abruptly stood. "How much will it cost to rid my name and any information from your records?"

Einar stood and rounded the table, staring down at her and tilting his head to the side. "A favour. That is all I ask."

Nyx nodded, "Fine." She didn't know what sort of favour he would ask for, but it was better than going broke. "Write it down or whatever." 

Einar smiled, gently grabbing her head and leaving a kiss on her forehead. Nyx felt a warm tingly sensation, and she stepped back with widened eyes. "The seal has been set.. And I am sorry for sharing the same bed as you."

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