Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,71

discovering that her options when purchasing her cruise ticket included one to travel to the UK, it told me that she had picked Italy for a reason…I just didn’t know what.

Because if there was something that I knew about Amelia, it was that she had a plan for everything she did. Every step of this had been well thought out. Which meant that Amelia had a destination in mind and therefore I knew that the key to finding her was first discovering the why.

But it had been seven weeks since she first left, and I was still trying to find out that damn ‘why’! Which also accounted for why I was permanently pissed off and if I had a reputation for being an asshole before, then now, I had turned into a fucking tyrant! Which, given the circumstances, was of little surprise. Especially considering I had started every day for the past seven years with a report on my desk explaining the most minute aspects of her life and now… well, now I didn’t even have that.

I had fucking nothing!

Which meant that the moment I had finished getting ready for whatever fucking day this was going to turn out to be, I stopped dead the moment I found Dom stood waiting for me in my living space. I didn’t bother with the steps but instead released my wings and was down there facing him, sparing myself the extra seconds it would have taken my legs to do so. But then he raised a hand and said,

“I am not here to give false hope, Luc.” I released a grumbled sigh and snarled,

“Then what the fuck do you want, Dom?”

“I take it there is still no news?” he asked, and I was tempted for my demon to be the one to answer this time. Instead I raised my arms to the sides, looked down at myself and snapped sarcastically,

“Take a fucking look, Dom, and tell me, do I look like I have any fucking news, or do I look like a violent King on the edge of insanity?!” This response made him release a sigh and admit,

“Point made.”

Then he turned slowly, taking in the living space, and seeing for himself that his daughter was all around us. This was by the way of all of her possessions that were exactly where she’d left them and were naturally forbidden to be touched. In fact, other than Dom, then no fucker dared come down here. It was an insanely possessive reaction to have but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to share my piece of her with anyone else.

Which was only one of the reasons that I didn’t like that her father was here now and walking around the space as if he were taking a mental note of everything.

“Fuck me, but you really do love her, don’t you?”

“What gave it away, the fact that I am going out of my mind with fucking worry or her Star Wars collection on my shelf?” I asked with a sarcastic growl of words, a tone he ignored as he walked over to the glass case with her Lego model of our home inside it. My whole body tensed, and my fingers curled into fists. I had to force myself not to tell him to get the fuck away from it.

“A love I can see most definitely goes both ways.” he said nodding down to my prized possession.

Her second gift.

Her first had been that of her heart when she first told me that she loved me.

“Yes, well last time I checked, Dom, that love you speak of stole a car and fucking left me, so I wouldn’t go making wedding plans just yet,” I reminded him with a barely held back snarl of words.

“She spoke to Keira,” he told me, now gaining my interest back, but the fucker held up a hand and said,

“I stand by my earlier comment and am not here to grant false hope as she gave nothing away.” I growled in frustration slashing a hand through the air and cursing,

“Fuck, will this woman ever give me a fucking break!” Dom chuckled and said,

“Not fucking likely but gain comfort in the knowledge at least that she is safe and well.” I scoffed a grunt of acknowledgment despite feeling that same comfort. My girl was safe. That was something at least.

“What did she say?”

“Keira tried to explain once more but was mostly shot down by her saying quickly that she didn’t want to hear it