but was just ringing to inform us that she was fine and living life. That she was happy and that she didn’t want us to worry any more than we have been,” he said with the hint of purple coming through his gaze telling me this had been difficult for him to hear, prompting me to ask,
“And?”
“And I grabbed the fucking phone and demanded that she stop being damn foolish and come home!” I laughed once and commented wryly,
“I bet that went down well.”
“Well, she hung up the phone shortly after that, which didn’t exactly make me very popular.”
“Ah, so that’s what you’re doing here, hiding out from your wife, eh Dom?” I commented with a smirk and the first one I had felt there in weeks.
“Fuck off, you cocky bastard,” he growled making me laugh this time. Then I couldn’t help but be the pathetic asshole I didn’t give a shit about appearing when I asked,
“At least put me out of my fucking misery and tell me, did she at least mention my fucking name?” At this he granted me a look that said it all, even if his words followed suit,
“No, Luc, she didn’t mention you.” I felt his words fuel my pain and anger, wishing in that moment I had the freedom to just start smashing up the room. But then, one look at my girl’s personality that coated every surface and well, I quickly swallowed down that urge.
“But I think that the fact she even called at all is a good sign, that she is settled and feeling more comfortable to reach out. After all, we have a better chance of finding her once she’d stopped running.” He said everything that I had already heard before and it brought little comfort after seven fucking weeks!
Which is why I snapped,
“Good, now we can move on to the part where you tell me what the fuck it is you are really doing here? As I know you didn’t just drop by, not when you could have called to tell me this seemingly shit and utterly useless piece of information,” I said letting my anger be known and having fucking zero patience for having my hopes heightened with the sight of him, before they were annihilated by the knowledge, she hadn’t even mentioned my fucking name!
Dom released a sigh and looked like the reply he wanted to give he refrained in doing so, obviously knowing that I was a King on the edge and thought to give me a reprieve.
“I wanted your permission to have the map copied once more.” I frowned back at him and commented,
“I am surprised that you would even need to as I believe I made enough copies for all of the Kings, something that was agreed between us would be the only copies made…although, that seems pointless now seeing as the Witch made off with the fucking original,” I added but still, I wondered at his request.
“I gave my personal copy to Vincent before he left to conduct his own investigation, as there wasn’t a spare for him the day we had the meeting of the Kings, as I was under the impression one was made for Amelia, which she left, did she not?” I frowned as I started to work through that meeting. Had Vincent not taken one that day?
“Yes, I had one made for her, which she left and is now in my possession,” I told him but still a nagging feeling started to rise.
“And you’re sure that Vincent didn’t take one?” I asked again.
“He simply believed that due to his absence at the beginning of the meeting that his copy was held back, but I take it from the looks of things that this wasn’t the case.” I didn’t answer him, but instead I started to work through my memories and then yes, I saw it. I saw the way he had taken the map from Theo at one point to look at it, before he then gave it back to him.
But Amelia had taken one. I remember seeing her eagerly grabbing one and being forced to hide my smirk at the sight. And this was the one I had assumed she had left in her room. I’d thought by doing this she was making a point to show that she no longer cared to pursue the answers. I had picked it up and kept it with me. Which now had me questioning, what if she had fooled me yet again?
“Luc,