Luther stepped into the lift, and Esme could hear him sigh as he pulled the door back in place. But he stopped when his phone rang, and he instantly answered.
"Hunters seem to be gathering near the mountains in Silver Thorn and.. there also looks to be a group of rogues," The voice on the other end of the phone call exclaimed. Esme tensed at the mention of the hunters and some rogues. What the hell was going on? Esme opened her eyes and looked up at Gabriel; his face had hardened.
"What? Why.." Luther trailed off as he turned and stared back at Gabriel; his voice dropped to a whisper. "Aila Cross.. They want her don't they?"
What the fudge? Why was everyone after this girl?
"Thanks for the info. Pull back for now. There is a dangerous second-generation vampire in the area," Luther ordered and hung up, pressing the lift button. He looked at Gabriel and shrugged, muttering quietly, "I couldn't exactly say first-gen vampire, your majesty."
First-generation vampire? Wasn't Gabriel the only first-generation vampire?
Esme's heart rate was beating thunderously along with her racing mind. Rogues and hunters were after this she-wolf, and from what she calculated, so was this vampire. She closed her eyes again and hid her face in Gabriel's chest; even though she felt like there was some unseen distance between them right now with whatever secrets this King might be hiding, she was still comforted in his arms. The feel of his hard muscles beneath his suit and the sweet smell that just eased her stresses made her relax.
Esme opened her eyes again after feeling the lift come to a stop, and she found herself in the lounge area in Gabriel's penthouse. He released her and went to the bar, pulling out a bag of blood from his mini-fridge and pouring it into one of his crystal tumblers.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Esme asked and waited for at least a response. But Gabriel raked his hand through his hair, holding the back of his head and drank from his glass. Esme stared for a moment, wanting to capture the sexy pose of Gabriel with his dishevelled self in her mind, but now was not the time. She shook her head, suddenly feeling agitated again. "Or is my part in this done?"
Luther tensed and walked away, calling out to Vincent as he disappeared further into the penthouse.
"There is a lot to think about. Someone I believed to be imprisoned might have escaped. If so, then it might not be safe for you to be around me right now. That is all I can say for now until I have more information and can come up with a plan. Es, I need you to stay in the apartment I gave you," Gabriel replied; he seemed uncertain for the first time since she had met him.
Esme sighed in annoyance. "Is there anything else you can tell me?" Esme asked as she rounded the couch, already planning her exit.
Gabriel remained quiet, and the she-wolf nodded her head in understanding. "Can you at least tell me where you've been for the last ten years?" She asked and took another step away. She definitely felt a distance between them now, and all she wanted to do was cuddle him, but she was uncertain about everything right now.
Esme didn't like this nervous feeling; it made her feel sick. She was worried about Gabriel even though she didn't know everything; he said she might be in danger. So it was someone who had a grudge against him and was too powerful that even she couldn't take them down.
"The hunters kidnapped me; I was experimented on over the last ten years," Gabriel replied and downed the last of his drink. "Please, Esme. Trust me." The vampire appeared before her, grasping her by the face as he stared down at her like she might shatter into a million pieces at any second. Gabriel just revealed he had been experimented on for the last ten years, but he was looking at her in fear that she might disappear.
Esme didn't care about him not telling her everything right now. The look on his face made her anger crumble away, and she crashed her lips against his, parting them and allowing his tongue entry as he lifted her up. Esme wrapped her legs around his waist and clung onto him like he was the one about to disappear. With his incredible speed, Esme felt the wind whip her hair to the side and then she was suddenly against the cold glass of the double doors that led down to her apartment. Their kiss deepened, and their hands caressed each other's bodies hungrily, inciting ripples of desire between them.
Esme felt the bulge in Gabriel's trousers and rubbed herself against it, moaning as she felt his fangs bite into her tongue sensually and making her body tremble in need. But Gabriel pulled away, leaving them both breathless. "When things have settled down, I will come down and speak with you, my love. I promise to tell you everything, but at the moment, this is urgent, and my story is too long to go through."
Esme nodded her head. "Will I see you tonight?" She whispered, searching his eyes.
"Possibly in the morning. Don't go to work, I will tell Niko," Gabriel replied and kissed her chastely on the lips and with much restraint, he gently lowered her down. "I will see you soon."
"Okay," Esme breathed and nodded her head; she caressed his chiselled cheek and glanced in Luther's direction, who had returned and pretended to look and pat away some imaginary dust on his leg. Gabriel kissed her wrist and abruptly turned away from her.
Esme took this as her cue and exited his penthouse. But she walked past her apartment floor and headed further down the stairs until she was outside of the building again. She swiftly returned to the VIP bar, where she left her bag and exited before anyone else had seen her and walked down the darkening streets.
There was something still scratching at the back of her mind about a few things, and unfortunately, she was a very impatient woman. She wasn't the type of person to sit around and wait; Gabriel should have also known that about her.. She would get her answers and knew exactly the place to find them.