Chapter 109: Eyes & Ears

Nyx frowned as she saw a light glow from her forehead, lighting up Einar's features in a golden hue. But as quickly as it came, it went, and the light zapped out. She wiped her head and continued to stare at the warlock in confusion from his words and whatever that weird light was.

"What did you do? And when did we share.." Nyx trailed off before her mouth gaped open. "You were that cat! I.. I stroked you!"

One corner of Einar's lips pulled up, and his pupils slit before her, turning into cat eyes before returning to normal. "You intrigued me." He shrugged, "And don't pretend like you didn't like me purring; it calmed you down in front of the witches." With that, he turned away from her, walking to the chair at his desk. She realised then how elegant his movements were as he gracefully sat down, snapping his fingers, so his jacket hung up on the wooden coat stand, and he sat there in his black waistcoat over a white shirt and black tie. 

Nyx snapped out of her shock and awe and rubbed her head again. "So, you are a warlock that shifts? Or.."

"Again, you are asking the wrong question first. But I shall oblige your curiosity." He spread his arms out before clasping his hands together again, crossing his legs and resting his hands on top of his knee. "My mother was a witch and my father a shapeshifter. And yes, I know how absurd it sounds," He looked at her in amusement from her facial expression. "The two most secretive creatures, who have a 5% chance of crossing paths, ended up becoming a couple. But here I am as proof."

So, he was a hybrid of sorts, but he appeared to be quite the powerful warlock somehow. Compared to Grannie and Kasia, Nyx could feel the power emanating from him without the use of his magic. From her very brief introduction to magic and the witches, she sensed that spells were meant to be chanted or potions created for something to happen; Einar did neither. So far, he'd kept some sort of illusion spell masking his face and scent in public, and he merely snapped or waved his fingers. 

Nyx tilted her head to the side, unaware of just how long she had been staring at the warlock-shapeshifter. But there was a twinkle in his eyes as he stared back at her with a lazy smile spreading on his lips. 

"We need to get a move on. Gabriel is on his way," Isana whispered in her mind, though Nyx could tell her wolf wanted to spend more time with Einar, but merely out of curiosity. Einar appeared as one of a kind, yet a little suspicious considering she paid him with her hair and now a favour that was sealed by a kiss on the forehead.

Nyx sauntered towards him and leaned her hands on the desk, holding his gaze as she asked her next question. "What did you do to me?" She demanded. 

Einar leaned back in his chair and placed his arms behind his head. He really did appear more like a lazy cat now. Was it because she knew he was a shapeshifter? 

"The payment for the information was a favour. I sealed our agreement with a warlock's kiss. An invention I created," Einar winked. "It is the first time I have created the seal by kissing someone, though. It is good to see it works."

Nyx's lips parted, and she blinked a few times before replying, "You need to explain this to me. Are you just pulling my leg about that kiss?"

Einar burst into laughter and banged the desk until he stood up and strode towards her. Nyx took a hesitant step back, clenching and unclenching her fist as her heart rate spiked. This was the second man tonight to cause her to feel uncomfortable. She liked her odds of survival to always at least be at an eighty per cent chance, but she knew if she was ever in a fight with Davian or Einar, she would inevitably lose. 

"I will not hurt you, Esme," Einar reached out slowly, keeping his eyes on hers; the calmness behind those ethereal eyes made her relax. He gently pressed his thumb against her forehead, wiping the area he kissed. She couldn't see what happened, but there was a faint golden glow lighting his features again. "You felt it when I kissed you, and you can see right now my magic lighting up where I am pressing. This is the seal. Nobody can see the symbol on your head except for when I touch it. You have agreed to give me a favour; whatever it may be, this seal will be in place until I contact you with my request. If you decline or do not fulfil the favour within a certain time frame I give you, then the seal, the spell I have bound to you, will burn through your skin, your skull and brain. Ultimately killing you."

What the actual fu-

"Do not look at me like that," Einar sighed and dropped his hand. "You agreed without asking further questions. Anyway," He stepped away, turning to stand at the window. "It will never come to your death. I will not ask something impossible of you; in fact, I may never come to request anything of you. The seal and its magic will fade after fifteen years anyway."

Nyx sighed in relief; that was something at least. Though she didn't completely trust what favour he may ask for, that wasn't something she needed to worry about right now.

"If I were you. I'd get going. Your mate is on his way," Einar said nonchalantly, his back was still facing her. 

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Mate!?

"Ethan is coming!?" She gasped and abruptly turned, rushing to the bookcase and yanking her knife out before sheathing it. 

"I never said Ethan was coming. I apologise for my mistake," Einar spoke over his shoulder, staring at her with a knowing glint to his eyes. 

Einar didn't seem like the type to make mistakes unless he mistook Gabriel as her mate? Just like how Davian named him her mate earlier. Both should know better to say such things to a werewolf; the term 'mate' was more powerful than the term boyfriend, not that she and Gabriel were in a relationship of any kind.

"At the moment," Isana pointed out. "But maybe they are onto something.."

"What are you talking about? We already have a mate," Nyx replied back in confusion. She waited for her wolf's reply, but she was silent once more. 

Great, thanks, Is. 

Clenching her teeth together, Nyx's panic from the warlock's mention of her mate appearing in the area soured into anger. "Burn those photos of Ethan, my father and Asher and Kai," She snapped before storming away.

"As you wish."

Nyx paused her hand on the door handle after seeing a flicker of light from the corner of her eyes. Swiftly turning her head, she saw the last of the envelope engulfed in flames before crumbling into ash on the table. It still amazed her that people possessed such powers, but now was not the time to stare in awe. She nodded her head in the warlock's direction and left in a hurry back down the corridor. 

The she-wolf rubbed the side of her head; it throbbed from the information she collected. Nyx couldn't believe how close the Hellhounds base was now. No wonder they were so quick to send some of them after her. She also knew now that they were definitely after her; whether Marcus was a part of this, she did not know. She still needed to find out what happened to him and where his loyalties lie. Thinking about him now made her realise she would have to see him another time. 

Nyx fumbled for her phone in her pocket and opened her call log, scrolling to the unknown number and hitting 'call'. She put the phone to her ear as she now walked across the bridge overlooking the fighting arena. The she-wolf stopped suddenly after hearing a ringtone from behind her. She turned still, holding the phone to her ear and was met with Marcus holding his own 'burner phone'. 

"You are leaving?" He asked quietly as he declined the call and strolled towards her, stopping, so he stood close enough for her to feel his body heat. 

Nyx looked up at him and refrained from rolling her eyes. "I've run out of time now," She replied, glancing at the time on her phone with a slight frown. Maybe if he hadn't been insistent on her trying to find him in this large Hub, then they could have met first.

"HOW?!" Marcus demanded, grabbing her shoulders and subtly narrowing his eyes at her. "You make your own rules. Come on, Nyx. I haven't seen you in years."

Nyx sighed and looked away from his hardening gaze. He was getting angry; she could see it on his face and from how his grip tightened on her shoulders. "Why couldn't you tell me anything this morning?" She asked with a slight growl escaping her lips in frustration. She had a damned Vampire King now possibly on his way to the Hub, which she doesn't even know how he knows the location of, and the main man she came here for looked like he had no intention of letting her off easy. 

"There are eyes and ears everywhere," Marcus said quietly, and she whipped her head back to look at him. Was he telling her he couldn't speak to her properly in the forest because he was being watched? Marcus searched her eyes, then released her shoulders before gripping her hand and added, "Come."

Nyx let him pull her back in the direction she had been walking from. She was incredibly thankful right now that she had a disguise on. She wanted to ask Marcus if there were others in the Hub but felt paranoid.. Even with the hallways appearing vacant, Nyx would wait for her questions to be answered in one of the rooms he was leading her to.

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