Josephine was more trouble than anything [yes she is] and he had to get to her before she got to Draven…
He had no idea why she had come tonight and more importantly, how she came to know about the event. He had explicitly avoided sending the invitation to her whole family and was sure that none of the other families told them. Everyone was aware that the Culzeans and the Draefends had fallen out of each other’s favour the night Josephine left the castle.
“That woman tests my patience,” he cursed as he found himself trailing after her scent. Even though he was annoyed, he couldn’t deny the tiny flickers of heat gnawing at him, at the memory of her scent. He never loved her –or so he told himself –but she was his first… and no one forgets their first.
He followed her scent along the secret corridors that only the family members knew of and knew that he needed to move faster…
A flash of chestnut hair caught his eye.
“Josephine!” he called out and was relieved when she stopped.
The second her eyes turned to face him, all he saw were two silver orbs staring at him. Aramis felt his body stilling. He recognized that look.
“What are you seeing?” he asked, suddenly concerned. The only time he had seen her eyes that way was when… she left him.
“They’re coming…” she whispered; her voice breathless. “The wolves…”
“Josephine, you’ve got to wake up soon or I’m leaving you here,” he said, giving her shoulder a shake but she was like dead to the world.
Folding his arms impatiently, he stepped away and leaned against another pillar and just stared at her. Had it truly been five centuries?
She never looked a day older than the four and twenty that she was when he first met her but he had seen her eyes; they echoed of a much older woman’s wisdom and sadness.
The sadness in them clawed annoyingly at the back of his mind but he chose to ignore it for now. Moving forward, he knelt down and gave her another shake.
This time, she responded.
“Yes, yes, stop your caterwauling,” she complained even as her eyes blinked back to normal before widening in surprise at how close his face was to hers. Her lashes fluttered slightly but she forced herself to turn away. There was no need for this right now.
Aramis seemed to have come to the same conclusion for he suddenly backed away and thrust a dispassionate question at her.
“How much time do we have? Are they already on the way?”
She looked up at him, masking her erratic heartbeat with an irritated look on her face. “You know fairly well time collapses when you’re looking forward or back. All I can tell you is that it is dark; probably night or early morning. Possibly even now.”
“How many of them?” he demanded, pretending he couldn’t hear how fast her heart was beating… for him.
“Five. But one of them is the Alpha. It’s in his eyes.”
Aramis locked his gaze with hers for the briefest moment before breaking away. “Stay here. I need to let the guests out,” he informed her and on hindsight, added, “If I don’t find you here when I return, I’ll hunt you down Josephine… to every nook and cranny of this goddamn country.”
Then he disappeared into the shadows.
“How romantic,” jeered Josephine as she got up to brush the dust off her dress. This was exactly the state he left her after she told him about her vision the last time. It was obvious that he didn’t trust her any more than she trusted him. That’s why she kept certain things to herself- like seeing her son in pain.
She needed to get to her baby and his mate.
***PS: Brat if you're reading this, you owe me Godiva chocolates. I had a hard time writing romantic scenes with your name in it. Anyway, this is for you. Fly safe! *hugs*