“I’ll have it back up in no time.”
“Any idea what happened to it?”
She looks over at me, her hands pausing in the air. “Not sure if it was an accident, but one of the ruins was smudged. Any powerful druid could have come through and accidentally smudged it, or maybe a level one demon carrying a magical object could have done it. I don’t have enough evidence to suggest it was intentional.”
I’m going to go with the theory that this was an accident because I know no one is stupid enough to fuck up my shit on purpose.
“Can we figure out a way to make sure this doesn’t happen again?”
She grins. “Of course. In fact, when I’m done here, I’ll go by the other gates and reinforce them.”
“That’s my girl,” I grin. “When you’re done, come by my main office at the casino and Unina will pay you for your services.”
She winks at me. I go back over to Unina and Conah.
“Looks like an accident. Unina cut a check to Khiva for fifty grand. And….” Before I could say anything else, my mental connection with Era crackled.
I hold up a hand to the other two before answering him.
“What’s up, E?”
I left Erazel at home to watch over Nasiah.
“Umm, Boss. She’s refusing to eat. She hasn’t had any food since yesterday.”
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I groan. This fucking human. Part of me wants to tell him to let her ass starve, but this annoying part deep inside me knows I won’t let that happen.
“Fuck.”I snarl.“On my way.”
Turning back to Unina and Conah I say, “I have to handle some business. Make sure the gate gets opened. And Unina, don’t forget to pay Khiva.”
They both nod their heads.
“Go take care of our future Lady Domini,” Conah smirks.
Unina laughs. I roll my eyes as I step into the void heading to my misbehaving mate.
chapter Five
Prisoner
Nasiah
I’ve paced back and forth in this room so much I know there is a path in this carpet. After the demon brought me here, I haven’t seen him. There’s a big, scary looking one with a shaved head and gray eyes that keeps trying to come into the room and talk to me.
Admittedly, I haven’t been harmed. The room I’m staying in is ginormous. It’s the size of two of my bedrooms. It has a sitting area with a full couch and two accent chairs to my left.
The bedroom has a massive king bed, dresser, a chest of drawers, foot bench, and two nightstands. To my right is the huge bathroom with double sinks, a wet closet, a standalone shower that could bathe three people at once and a claw-foot tub.
On the other side of the bathroom is a large walk-in closet with built-in shelves and an in-closet island. And the most shocking thing is, among his clothes there are tons of clothes for me. Not only are the clothes and underwear my style, but they are also the right size. This crazy bastard has been watching me.
Even though I’m living in this luxurious room with anything I could ask for, it doesn’t take away from the fact that I’m being held as a prisoner.
A soft knock on the door gives way to the fact that the big scary one is coming back. I plant myself against the wall at the furthest point from the door where he will walk in.
As he enters, he ducks his head trying not to bump it against the frame. He spots me against the wall. A smirk lifts his lip, the same way it does every time he enters and finds me in this spot.
“I see you still don’t trust me,” he chuckles as he heads over to the bench.
