And I wanted to believe him. So much so that, for the first time since I knew what my fate was, I had hope that I'd somehow get to live a happy life.
Chapter 29
Lola
Dimitri and I came back almost an hour before, and Carter was nowhere to be found.
I felt restless.
Strange, since I didn’t have an actual night of sleep in two whole days. How could I close my eyes last night, knowing that Dimitri was here, in some sort of self-inflicted coma, and Arc was still out there?
I was still upset with Arc for what happened before he left. For the way he had sort of manipulated me and used the binding promise to get what he wanted. For going from patient and understanding on that night he saved me to controlling and a total lunatic right after.
But that jerk was still my mate.
And the thought of him being a prisoner or hurt somewhere made me sick to my stomach.
The front door opened and I stopped pacing, lifting my head to look at Carter who closed it back after him, his face grim.
My breath hitched when he stopped dead in his tracks, glaring.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “I was starting to worry.”
“Where’s Dimitri?” he asked, ignoring my question.
I frowned. “Upstairs, taking a shower.”
Carter gave a single, tensed nod. Not moving. Not saying anything else.
“Carter…Are you—”
My mouth dried out, words dying in my throat. I lifted my open palms with wide eyes as his hand came back from his back pocket, holding a blinking tracker.
“Carter?”
The device beeped in his hand. Processing. But he didn’t even look at it, his eyes caging me. Locking me in my spot.
Fuck.
“It doesn’t work on me,” I lied.
“So we thought. Yet, unlike last time, it’s processing. Did you tamper with it?” Carter finally spoke. “Turned it off or something?”
I paused, biting my bottom lip, taking one slow step to the side. He followed, the damn thing still blinking in my direction.
“I didn’t.”
The fucking device stopped its relentless blinking and beeping and my heart stopped as Carter’s eyes finally left mine to look at the screen.
Fuck, fuck,fuck!
He looked stunned for a moment, stepping back like he'd been hit by an invisible force. My hand automatically reached for the ring hanging around my neck. Maybe he’d react like Blake. Maybe he’d be somehowrelieved.It didn’t have to be a step back in the evolution of our relationship. It—
“Unknown, Unknown,” Carter read. “Fifteen hundred to two thousand years old. Estimated threat: Unmeasurable—should flee.”
Blind spots dotted my vision from fear. I was glad thatthesedevices didn’t include me. Unlike the one that was pointed at me on my way when I first came here…
“Care to explain why, if you’re just a simple lower demon, it shows the same data as Arc?”
