Charlotte After Dark

Chapter 33: Speak of the Devil, Part II

Author's Note: Sorry, shorter than usual chapter this week. I didn't have much time to write this week because of schoolwork but I hope you enjoy it! If you voted for this chapter, please let me know what you liked/didn't like about the chapter! Also, I didn't even edit this yet, so if you notice a mistake please let me know.

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Luca stood before us, and I felt an unfamiliar sensation roll down my spine and through the rest of my body. Was it fear? Anger? Agitation? All three? All of a sudden, I really wished it had been Malcolm Darrow walking toward me instead. My hand clutched tightly into firsts at my side.

"What is with this apartment and its revolving door?" Gwendolen asked, the agitation clear in her voice. She threw her arms up in the air before letting them settle on her hips in her usual stance.

 Andrew had risen from his seat, and planted himself next to me, his arms across his chest.

"Charlotte, I know this probably isn't the right time for this, but it really would have been good to give me a heads up about who your father is," Andrew told me.

"He's not my father," I responded, growling through my teeth.

Luca was flanked by two other vampires. One was tall and angular, with dark hair, gray eyes, and a stern expression on his face. The other was broad, muscular with a smug, satisfied smile overtaking his pale face and light brown hair. His striking blue eyes were like a beacon, making it almost impossible to look away.

"That's Malcolm Darrow," Andrew whispered to me. "My best advice would be to not look him directly in the eyes."

Luca walked into the living room with an air of superiority. It made me want to punch something as the anger coursed through me. Andrew grabbed me by my forearm, like he was reading my mind.

"Pick your battles wisely, buttercup," he said. 

"You did this, I know it," I heard Gwendolen growl at Cormac. If he was concerned with her ire, he was doing a very good job of hiding it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cormac shot back.

My eyes followed Luca as he passed across the room before taking a seat on the couch. His companions stood patiently by the door like resolute statues. The dark-haired vampire stood still with no expression, his eyes trained on Luca while Malcolm seemed to watch the whole room with his ghostly practically sky-colored eyes.

"Very nice set up you have here, Crowley," he said, surveying the penthouse. "Much more than you deserve."

"Charlotte," Cormac said, his voice uncharacteristically cold and detached. "Get our guest something to drink."

"What?" I asked, astounded, looking at Cormac like he had three heads. "Over my dead body am I getting him anything."

"That can be arranged," Malcolm replied with a nod.