she could. There was a small shake in her hand that she prayed Jessica didn’t notice.
“Where are you going? I don’t think Talon would like you leaving...he does know, right? If he didn’t, he would get really angry...”
“It’s fine, he knows. Just going to my house to pick up some things,” she replied as she put her hand on the glass windows of the door. Even she could hear the quiver in her voice. Jessica, thankfully, had no clue what Jamie was about to do.
“Well,” she started, her high-pitched voice uncertain, “give me your address in case they ask. Please,” she added brightly, already forgetting about how Talon would be angry.
Jamie breathed a sigh of relief and rattled it off, thinking that it could have been a lot worse. Jessica wrote it down and before Jamie chickened out, she was walking through the door.
“So you won’t believe who called me this morning,” Lucian snarled, slamming the door closed behind them.
Talon met his eyes and raised a dark brow. “Who?”
They were sitting in their conference room, going over some portfolios and taxes. Now that Talon was back, everything was going into overdrive and they were opening new accounts. They were also going over bills and rights, and trying to get everything into place for when the king finally came back.
Before, Talon hadn’t known how much of a relief it was to not remember anything. Now that he did, though, he was stressed and had had no time to talk to Jamie. Now he knew why he didn’t take vacations.
God forbid he get a little break. Lucian must have been busy, too, though, he thought, leaning his elbows on the table.
Right now, his partner looked pissed as hell.
“I really don’t want to answer this question,” he growled, shoving a hand in his hair.
“Just tell me.”
“Zyn.”
Talon felt his ass drop from underneath him. All of the breath rushed from his lungs and he became lightheaded. “No... He’s...”
The door to the conference room popped open with a click. “Talon, I have received word that your beautiful woman has left the building.”
Vladimir’s too-happy voice floated into the room, completely at odds with the fucked up news that Lucian had just given him. But at the words, Talon’s body went into overdrive.
“What do you mean, ‘left the building’?” he growled, surging to his feet. Where the hell else would she go?
“Our Jessica told us that she went to her house.” He gave them a wave before flaunting out of his room, his newly-purple hair shimmering in the light. Talon stared at where Vladimir had been, then at Lucian.
“God damnit,” he shouted, shoving his chair back, barely noticing it slam against the wall. “We will finish this when I get back.”
He strode from the room and found Jessica, typing away at her keyboard. When she saw his face, though, she paled.
“What is her address?” he demanded, fisting his hands on the counter. It took everything in him not to just break her damn computer, but he managed.
With wide eyes, she reached for a small piece of white paper and handed it to him. “And you let her go?” he snarled, yanking it from her grip.
“She... I told her that you would get angry, but then she said that you said she could go and I said she had to give me her address and she gave it...”
“Shut up. Just...the next time this happens, you have to hear it from me verbally.” He slammed a hand on the counter before stalking from the reception area and putting his long legs to use. His bike was in the back, and it only took a bit to get it out and started. He didn’t bother with a helmet; fuck, he was too angry.
He looked down at the paper and tried placing the side of town that the street was on. There was a whole bunch of rich people on that side of town; he frowned. Jamie hadn’t been dressed like she was.
But, then, neither had he when they had first met. Shit, he hadn’t had any clothing on.
His bike roared to life.
Jamie crept into the house slowly. The spare key under the mat had been where they had always left it, and his truck wasn’t outside of the house. But did that really mean anything? She had taken the damn thing and it had probably gotten towed from outside of the hotel.
The first step inside of the house was like walking into a hospice. It reminded of her of pain