I wished I could speak to Lucian, hear his voice, and get his advice.
“Hello,” Matt’s voice spoke, and I looked up at him. He frowned immediately. “Blake, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m here on business, important business. I need your help and we have to get in contact with King Helmut.”
“Okay, follow me.”
I got up, put down the magazine, and followed him.
“How long have you been here?”
“A couple of weeks.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It was a secret mission. My dad is here too, but he stayed behind. Make sure the mission is safe, but we need help to get back to Paegeia.”
“You are the Rubicon, nothing—”
“It’s not for me. I need to speak to Helmut, please.”
He nodded as the doors of the elevator opened. “It’s not like the elevators back—“
“No, these are harmless.”
We stepped inside and I folded my arms as the doors closed and moved. An irritating tune played from the speakers, and I sighed.
Matt chuckled. “I know, it drives me up the walls, but it’s part of being human.”
“I’ll die here.”
“I thought you would do anything to get out of Paegeia?”
“Yeah, no. It’s bland.”
He chuckled, and the elevator opened into a spacious loft.
A security system with motion sensors grabbed my attention first.
Matt walked into a spacious entryway with high ceilings, more marble floors opened up to a large living area.
Wood and leather were Matt’s style, as it was clear in all his furniture.
A state-of-the-art sound system and TV hung majestically from the wall near an opulent fireplace.
Floor-to-ceiling windows boasted the skyline views. The smell of fresh-cut flowers arranged in a crystal vase sat on top of a dark wooden table.
“What’s this?” My eyes flickered to Matt.
“My private loft. It’s where I eat and sleep.”
“You don’t leave this place?”
“Only on missions.” We walked to a black glass door and pressed keys on the pad against the wall. The doors opened, and I followed him.
High-tech equipment stationed in front of the mother TV welcomed both of us.
There wasn’t a soul in sight, and Matt pressed a few keys on a keyboard stationed on a table. The TV lit up.
