Chapter 29 Untitled Chapter
CLAIRE
A couple of hours later, I knocked on Jet’s study, pausing briefly before pushing the door. Walking into the room, I realized it might have been a good idea to wait until at least one of them told me it was safe to come inside.
As they jerked away from each other, Freya blushed, smoothing her hand over her hair. Adjusting her dress, she turned around to look at me.
“Sorry about that, we didn't hear you knock—” She was saying.
“She should have knocked louder.” Jet interrupts, feeling no ounce of remorse.
I knew his reaction came from all the time he had walked in on Hunter and I making out, especially during the first few weeks of him finding out we were together.
However, I still rolled my eyes at him, reminding me of when we were kids and whenever he got scolded by Lady Muna, I would stick my tongue out at him.
“Jet!” Freya scolded him playfully, ignoring him for the moment. “Well, I better go see if Trisha needs my help with anything.”
Once she exited the room, I took my seat in front of the desk. “I need your help with something, and I don’t want you to tell Hunter about it… it’s a surprise.” My eyes lowered, giving him the illusion that I was almost embarrassed to ask for the help.
He groaned, relaxing back on his chair. “I’m sure Freya will be a much better help, should I call her back?” He offered, probably thinking it’s something that has to do with intimacy.
“No…” I blushed despite myself. “What I meant is that, I need your help finding an old friend of ours, and I want to surprise Hunter.”
Nodding his head, he brought out a note pad from his drawer and passed it over to me. “Wrote the description of who you are looking for, my private investigator will handle the rest.”
“Thank you!” I reached for one of his pens, writing down everything I could remember from the lady’s description. Once I was done, I passed it back to him.
“Claire—” he called.
I stopped, turning to face him. “Yes?”
“How are you feeling?” He inquired. “I know we haven’t talked much since… you know, what happened. But if you need to talk, I’m right here…”
“Really?” I made a face at him. “Since when are you good at talking?”
Shaking my head at him, I was on the verge of opening the door when it was opened from outside by Hunter. Giving him an innocent smile, I brushed past him and continued on my way. However, I was heading back to the bedroom when I noticed a couple of servants moving weapons from the training ground toward the exit.
“Where are you taking those?” I demanded, without waiting for an answer, I hurried into the training room to check if my favourite sword was still there. Just as I suspected, it was missing!
Freya walked in just then with a couple more servants, gesturing towards the next weapons for them to take.
“Hold on…” I hissed, cutting in front of her. “Where is my sword?”
She blinked at me, puzzled by the question. “It should be on the rank, I made sure to categorize everyone’s personal weapons so it doesn’t get mixed up with those we are temporarily giving the training camp. Most of their weapons have rioted in the fire…”
“I don’t care about all that, I’m asking you where my sword is, I suggest you provide it… or else.” I took a threatening step toward her, giving her a warning snarl.
“You don’t scare me Claire, I have a mate who happens to be a Lycan, come with me.” She made the mistake of touching me again, only to flinch away when she gets burned. “Seriously, why does that keep happening?”
“Freya… my sword!” I reminded her.
“Right!”
I followed her, expecting to find the sword where she said I would. However when we approached the rack, it was empty. The weapons there belong to others, including Jet’s parents. None of the swords there remotely look like mine.
Clenching my fist, I glared at her. “What have you done? You have my weapon away! Do you have any idea how much that weapon meant to me? It was given to me by Lady Muna! How dare you give it away without my permission?”
“Claire…” Trisha intervened before Freya could react. “Relax, the weapons are still being loaded in the truck, I’m sure it’s there. I will go and check myself.”
“I know that sword Claire, I would never knowingly give it away.” She responded, her tone calm.
The fact that she was calm about it was adding to my anger. Taking a deep breath, I scratched my head, pacing around the training ground. My hand stilled in my hair as Freya held it, stopping me from scratching it further, I hate when they do that.
“Claire… talk to me, what’s going on with you?” She whispered, her eyes roaming over my face.
Despite the fact that she was getting burned when she touched me and still held on? That surprised me. Feeling a fraction of guilt for a split second, I remove her hand from mine.
“Why? Do you think something is wrong with me for being angry that my weapon is missing? After the death of my parents, Alpha Jordan and Lady Muna were the only thing I had close to a parent. You might hate your parents, but I don’t.”
“This isn’t about the sword, I’m talking about the fact that you’re avoiding me. Claire, the reason why your touch burns me is because you have a mental block to keep me away from you. I don’t think it comes from fear, I think you are scared…of me.” She stepped away from me, looking down at herself, like she couldn’t believe I could be afraid of her.
Which is true, she’s barely a functioning human, even worse as a werewolf. Fortunately, I didn’t have to provide an answer to the gibberish she was saying because Trisha reppeared— without my sword!
“Where is it?” I asked, looking between them.
“I volunteered it…” Hunter replied, announcing his presence.
Freya and Trisha exchanged looks, before they walked away. I watched them leave, knowing Freya was going to tell her whatever she felt was wrong with me. First Hunter thinks he’s saving me from myself, by sabotaging my plan and now Freya thinks I’m afraid of her? People are going insane in this house!
“Why would you volunteer my sword? You know Lady Muna gave it to me as a present.” I hissed, hating the fact that I couldn’t express my anger at the capacity that I was feeling it, due to the servants still carrying out their chores.
“I gave it to Venna, you know? The young girl you almost set on fire?”
“I didn’t do that on purpose.” I grit out. “I only meant to teach you a lesson, now give me back my sword.”
“No.” He replied, folding his arms across his chest, challenging me to do my worst.
I let out a chuckle, nodding my head at the response. “I thought you would say that, it’s all good. I guess…she can train with it, never mind the fact that she could injure herself playing with it.”
I knew he wouldn’t be giving it to her to train with, he just did it to get a raise out of me, and that is something I will not let happen. I walked away after that, eager for when Jet will give me an answer about the lady I’m looking for.
Coming out of the training ground, one of the dungeon guards bumped into me as he was hurrying in. I lost my balance and fell, my body slamming against Hunter’s. Until then, I didn’t realize he was coming after me.
As he smirked down at me, carrying my weight in one arm. I elbowed him by his side, causing him to drop me on the ground. He tsked his tongue, bending down in front of me as I sat up, dusting the sands off my body.
“You shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you, Claire.” He mocked, reaching out to pet my hair.
“What the hell is wrong with the two of you?”
We sprang apart hearing Jet’s voice. It’s like we were teens again, making out in secret hallways, fearing we will get caught by him. As Jet looked at us, waiting for one of us to say something, Hunter reached out to help me up, dragging me to his side and placing a pretentious kiss on my head.
“What do you mean?” Hunter asked, feigning innocence.
“I think we should be more concerned about why the dungeon guard is in the house?” I chided, resisting the urge to elbow him again.
That piqued Jet’s interest, and he dragged his attention from us. “Kyle, what’s wrong?”
“The prisoner in the lower dungeon, she has been screaming non stop since last time. At first, I thought it’s one of those episodes she has, but she hasn’t stopped screaming since and other prisoners have started to complain…”
“That isn’t all, but I think you should come see for yourself.”
“Fuck.” Jet groaned under his breath, following Kyle to the dungeon.
I attempt to follow them, only to be dragged back by Hunter.
“You’re not going to tell Jet anything, you hear me? If you breathe one word to him, I will become even more of a nightmare than I am.” He threatened, nothing in his eyes told me he was bluffing.
Besides, he never bluffs.
“Don’t tell Jet what?”
We spun around at the familiar voice of Freya, she stood a few feet away from us, her eyes pinning us with interest. Great! If Freya knows what’s going on between us, then there’s no way we can stop Jet from finding out!