This was a part of who he was. Part of what made him Dylan Enchanted, and there should be no shame attached to his name. He knew this was the move to bring forth the Dylan he so desperately wanted to be.
“Hello, Dylan.”
He took a deep breath, a chilling happiness nestled in his chest. “I’m ready.”
“It’s about damn time.” The deep voice on the other line laughed, a second family waiting for him to come back home. The Boss man who knew everything and everyone. The guy who put the team together and handed out assignments to save people around the world, delivering cruel justice on a silver platter.
“I’ve got something though, one thing to take care of before I take on another assignment. I need your help.”
Too much was still at stake, and he needed to take care of the Flora situation the way he was trained to, not the safe, legal way he thought he should have followed as her bodyguard.
“Whatever you need.”
“So, here’s the deal — there’s a fox Shifter, I need him located.”
“Does his name happen to be Romeo Bray?” the Boss said with a chuckle. Keystrokes sounded through the phone.
“Of course, you already know,” Dylan said.
“Can you make sure you find out how he trapped a vamp in his shed?” Boss asked. It came as a surprise to Dylan the Boss didn’t already know, which meant Romeo was in deeper shit than he originally thought.
“It was a witch,” Dylan answered.
“I’m on the witch; you deal with Romeo.” A ding from Dylan’s phone indicated he was sent a location.
“Thanks.”
“No problem, your first assignment after this will start on Monday next week. You’ll have the details by then.”
“So fast?”
“The world doesn’t seem to run out of evil audacity, my friend.”
35
FLORA
“He fucking left me,” Flora said. “That asshole let me go.”
“Men are stupid, honey,” Luxe chimed in, continuing to eat her lunch. Now that Cassandra was taken care of, Flora went back to her regularly scheduled life. No one would tell her about Romeo’s whereabouts, but it was time to get back to work. That extended trip turned “vacation” put her next collection behind by three weeks. Silk-lined hats were hot, and Dainty Rebel needed to get on the train.
“You don’t want to hear this, but he was right,” Willow said, giving her a pointed look.
“Too soon,” Luxe whispered as if Flora couldn’t hear her. “He's still an ass.”
Flora suddenly turned from anger to hurt; she could still feel his knife pierce her heart as she had stormed out the door. Embarrassment pressed hot against her cheeks as tears pricked her eyes for the hundredth time since she left.
“Yeah, there was some truth to his words, but if we were meant to be together? Now what?” Flora asked.
“I don’t know, babe,” Willow answered, sadness covering her face as well.
Damn, that's not what Flora wanted. She was spreading around her heartbreak, and it wasn’t fair.
“I’m sorry guys, let's focus on the collection.”
* * *
It had been168 hours and counting since Dylan kicked her out.
