Which meant there had been something else about her.
Perhaps the name Shadowmere had been the one she had withheld? Was that why I was here now? Had it been her?
“What is it?” I eventually answered my cell as the constant ringing was starting to draw people’s attention.
“There has been a big shootout in King Street Station, Seattle. Ryker Greed is involved and has been there with his men trying to control the situation, but FYI, boss, the Enforcer has been in your sector a while now, and word is that he has been tracking a mortal on the run.”
I frowned at this and instantly looked up at the door to the restroom, almost willing the woman to emerge, knowing now that I didn’t have time to wait.
“I am on my way,” I replied, feeling the usual tick jump in my jawline whenever I was annoyed.
Iridessa was my second-in-command and one of my most skilled fighters. But she was also as ruthless in a boardroom as she was on the battlefield. Which meant that I did not take this interruption lightly, for if she thought it needed my attention, then that was enough in my book. And as one of the King’s Enforcers, my responsibilities were clear and absolute.
However, she also knew that, for some reason, I had wanted to take this meeting, which was why she asked me,
“And Total Point Media?”
I looked then to the boardroom where I had been informed at the building's reception desk that the presentation would be taking place, and told Iridessa,
“Reschedule.”
“It will be done, Lord Oblivion,” she replied, yet before she could end the call, I looked to the bathroom and told her,
“Oh, and Iridessa…”
“My Lord?”
“Ensure the meeting is still to be held with Miss Shadowmere.”
“Understood, boss.”
After this, I hung up the phone and began walking back to the confounded contraption that was the elevator. But then I turned back to face the office and as I waited for the elevator doors to close, I couldn’t help my gaze finding that restroom door, once more, in hopes it would still open.
That the girl would emerge and finally answer the question of why I had felt so drawn to the sound of her. Enough to follow her.
But the main question now was…
Had it been a mistake to stop?
6
CONVERSATIONS IN LIMBO
ELIZA
“Surely it wasn’t that bad?” Tara asked, making me lift my head from the desk and look straight at the goblin propped against the wall my desk was against, biting his toenails, making me try not to vomit in my mouth. Then I looked to my friend and told her,
“Trust me, it was worse.”
Of course, she couldn’t see the main reason my words were true, a reason that was now licking the dirt from under his nails like it was fucking candy. Again, forcing me to suppress the urge to be sick.
“In what way?” she asked, causing me to release a sigh before explaining what had happened during the meeting, minus my new tagalong. Which was a problem I was going to have to address pretty soon, and in a way that sent his little, grey ass packing back to Hell. Which was why I told her,
“Look, I have to go. Can you cover for me if anyone asks where I am?” I said and stood, putting on my jacket, knowing she had already retrieved her duffel bag of clothes from thebathroom. Clothes that I hadn’t had the time to change into, on account of the meeting from Hell and the goblin to match it.
“Wait, where are you going?” she asked, stopping me from leaving long enough to glance back at the goblin who had, at the very least, now stopped making a meal out of his toes.
“To get rid of a problem,” I replied, making him huff before having no choice but to follow me as I made my way to the elevator.
