Chapter 97: Puzzling Secrets: Part One

After Esme's confirmation, Luther cursed under his breath, and Vinnie shifted on his feet like he was getting ready for an attack. Esme stared at Gabriel, who had turned his back to them; she wanted to reach out and turn his face to hers so she could possibly read his expression. But she knew how easily his expressionless mask slipped into place, and she was starting to realise he did it so as not to show any weakness. 

Whoever this other vampire was, they made this small group of incredibly powerful men become unsettled. 

"It looks like we will be making a little trip to the Silver Crescent pack," Gabriel drawled and turned back to look at his right-hand man. 

EH?

Esme frowned and shook her head. "How did you come to that conclusion from this?" She asked in confusion and suddenly felt like the outsider peering into something she was not a part of. Luther and Vinnie did not question Gabriel and acted like vampires going to the Alpha King's territory was a grand idea and not utterly random. Or so she thought it was.

Gabriel ignored Esme's question and looked at Vinnie. "Get rid of the bodies." He then glanced in Esme's direction and sighed before turning around and heading through the bolted metal doors.

"Come on, Es," Luther whispered and patted her on the back gently. Esme flinched and had to stop herself from reacting in a violent way. She knew Luther was not going to hurt her, but right now, she felt a little disorientated and on edge by the way things were going. Was Gabriel going to explain to her what was going on? 

Luther and Esme followed through the doors behind Gabriel. The golden-haired vampire had his hand on her shoulder while guiding her through. Esme didn't really care at this point; her curiosity was gnawing at her insides. What did an old vampire have to do with the Alpha King of the North?

She hoped Gabriel wouldn't ask her to work with Alpha Damon for whatever purpose. She was in hiding and wanted to keep it that way. This was where she would draw the line. 

"Remove your hand from her shoulder, Luther," Gabriel warned from ahead of them in the hallway. His back was still to them. How did he know? Esme looked to the sides to see if there were any windows to reflect the pair behind the King, but there was none. 

"Ah, but your majesty, I'm afraid she might run away if I don't hold onto her. You haven't explained anything to her yet and.." Luther looked at her apologetically. "She is a rogue.."

Gabriel stopped and abruptly turned. "Luther. Nobody. Touches. Her," He growled, punctuating each word slowly as he glared at his friend. Esme looked down, unsure of what was happening right now. But Luther obliged and held his hands up in surrender before catching up to the Vampire King, who had started to turn away. Gabriel had not looked in Esme's direction but seemed extra agitated and expecting her to follow.

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Follow she would. She wanted to get out of this strange basement. 

Luther clasped Gabriel's shoulder, and she could hear them speaking quietly to one another. Unfortunately, she couldn't understand what they were saying. She really needed to learn Latin, but then again, she wasn't going to be there long enough for it to be helpful any longer. Who still spoke Latin? 

"These ancient vampires that know nobody could possibly understand them. That's who," Isana remarked. The wolf had been pacing at the edges of Esme's mind ever since Gabriel mentioned the Silver Crescent pack. 

"Mea est, (She is mine)," Gabriel spoke quietly, though Esme could hear a slight edge to his voice.

"Quid istuc est, Gabriel? (What do you mean, Gabriel?)" Luther glanced over their shoulders in concern, and Esme tilted her head, puzzled by their words. If it wasn't Gabriel and Luther speaking in front of her in another language and glancing nervously at her, then she would have fled. Typically it would mean people plotting against her, but she had enough trust in the King to know that was not the situation at all. Although she was intrigued to know what they were speaking about, they were obviously talking about her.

"Ipsum id. Prope supernaturalis viverra inter nos est. Praesentium minima id nostrum sollicitudin. Necesse est ut cum Alpha Damon contactum habeamus. (Exactly that. There is an almost supernatural pull between us.

At the moment, this is the least of our concerns. We need to get in contact with Alpha Damon.) They must be under threat. Aila Cross looks exactly like Amelia," Gabriel replied severely and shrugged Luther off his shoulder.

Esme looked back at Gabriel's shoulders at the mention of Aila Cross. Cross was a royal bloodline she presumed had died years ago. Did this other vampire have an issue with the Cross family? If she was the last living descendent and was killed because of a vampire, then it would make sense why they seemed alarmed. But again, there were too many questions and missing parts to the puzzle for her to understand it all. 

Gabriel slid the elevator door and held his hand out for Esme to take.

"Si vis ab aliis occulta necessitudo tua. Moneo ne attingas publice. Imprudenter periclitaris. (If you want your relationship kept secret from others. I suggest refraining from touching when in public. You might inadvertently be putting her in danger)." Luther replied and pointedly looked at Gabriel and Esme's hands touching. 

The she-wolf frowned slightly from Luther's scolding tone of voice and slowly started to remove her hand from Gabriel's. But the Vampire King gripped harder on her hand, and she couldn't pull away.

"I know," Gabriel hissed and pulled her into his arms as he stepped back into the elevator. Esme's eyes widened in shock, but the overwhelming feeling of the caged lift started to remove her embarrassment and replace it with fear.. Esme clenched her eyes shut and buried her face further into Gabriel's chest.

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