Chapter 38: Vicious Bonds: Chapter 38

Caz marches down the hallway, making a rapid turn toward the lobby. It’s empty and quiet, chairs stacked neatly on top of the tables and the floors shining, like they were waxed not too long ago. The lights are dim, and the bar counter is clear, minus a few napkin holders.

Caz walks behind the bar toward the round top door and bangs on it.

“Maybe don’t be so loud,” I whisper, peering around.

Caz glares over his shoulder at me before banging again, even louder this time. The door swings open, and Alexi appears on the other side, bleary-eyed and grimacing.

“What the hell?” he croaks. “Why are you banging on my door in the middle of the night?”

“Where’s Manx?” Caz asks.

“He’s probably home, asleep, like other normal people do at this hour,” Alexi declares. “And whatever it is you need him for, I won’t be taking you because it’s very early and you’ve interrupted my sleep.”

Alexi starts to close the door, but Caz plants a firm hand on it, pushing it back open.

“Lead me to Manx,” he demands.

“You know, you’ll get nothing in life by making every demand of yours sound like a threat.” Alexi looks Caz up and down, and I step around Caz to stand next to him.

“Alexi, I’m really sorry to interrupt your sleep like this.” I grip Caz’s arm and lower it, taking his hand off the door. Alexi stands taller, giving a smug smile. I hear a growl in Caz’s throat but ignore it. “Manx told us to come and see him. It’s important, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. Do you think you can get him for us?”

Alexi is still staring at Caz, both of them having a stare down. When he finally snatches his gaze away, he drops his eyes to mine. “Anything for you, Willow.”

I smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Give me a moment.”

Alexi closes the door and I glance at Caz, who shakes his head and moves away from the door. “Wish you’d stop kissing his ass,” he mutters.

“I’m not kissing his ass,” I counter. “But he’s right. Demanding people to do things won’t help you.”

“Don’t believe that. It’s helped me thus far. People listen when demands are made.”

“Probably because they’re afraid you’ll blow their heads off.”

“Alexi would be afraid too if he weren’t in this bloody territory.”

Just as he speaks his name, Alexi walks out of the room, tugging a shirt over his head and pulling it over his sculpted belly. I pretend I don’t notice as he moves from behind the bar counter and says, “Follow me.”

I follow him first, and Caz reluctantly does as well. He leads us out of the inn, where the stars twinkle in the sky and a cool breeze floats by. The air smells like sweet honeysuckle and fresh cut grass, and I understand why people enjoy staying here. If we weren’t in such a hurry, I’d stop a moment and drink it all in.

Alexi strides along a cobblestone street that has grass prodding between the cracks, passing several cottages until he approaches one made of brown bricks and surrounded by low hanging trees.

The trees are green and plush, and a thin, stoned trail leads to the front door of the house. The windows of the cottage are tall and rectangular with green vines winding up to the roof.

We walk past waist-high bushes that are trimmed neatly, as well as flower beds. I’ve never seen these kinds of flowers before, bursting in yellows and blues. Alexi approaches the door and gives it a knock before planting his hands at his waist.

Caz and I wait a few steps back as footsteps drum through the house and the door is pulled open. Manx appears on the other side, dressed in tan linen, his white hair glossy. There’s a brush in his hands and a soft smile on his lips.

Alexi opens his mouth, but Manx holds a hand up. “I know what this is about.” His eyes land on Caz and me. “Come inside, you two. I’ll see what I can do.”