The Lost //✔️// [DEVON SEQUEL] BOOK 2 [DISCONTINUED]

• Finders Keepers •

"She's alive?" My heart swelled with relief.

Jodi wasn't the only one we were looking for but to me... she was a dear friend and fierce ally.
Devon nodded and sat himself down on a chair on the opposite side of the room.
My smile faltered a little bit.

"A source of mine managed to track down some payments that had been made online on her debit card." Creepy much?, "...she has been paying rent for 3 months for some random apartment about 3 hours from here." He twiddled his thumbs.

She's been all but three hours away? I began to feel stupid that I could miss her, unless she'd actively been hiding.
"She must've been in hiding." I whispered.

"What?" Devon asked, his eyebrow raised.

"I said, if she's only been a few hours away from us, she must've been in hiding, surely we'd have seen her by now!" I reasoned.

Devon mulled it over for a moment before humming to himself, "Maybe, what happened last year was embarrassing, for both us and the dragons. The dragons aren't ones who back down from a fight once it's begun. She has every reason to hide if she realises that... and knowing Jodi, she most definitely does - a smart girl like herself-"

I interrupted him, "We should track her card then! Find out what apartment complex she's been paying for rent in, track the payments, wait outside the complex and find her - wait her out." But my intrusion fell on deaf ears.

Devon shot me an accusatory glance, "Jodi wouldn't reciprocate." He said bluntly, "I abandoned them, whether it was for you or not, even though she ASKED me to...that's a betrayal to them. If something...god forbid... if something happened to Harrison or Joe - or anyone! Jodi would be unable to help herself, she'll blame me. Rightly so." He rubbed his face with his hands.
"...we know she's alive, that's enough for me right now. I'll keep a tracker on her card, if the location suddenly changes, she puts a down payment on an apartment elsewhere- we... we will take action to stop her but until then... we do nothing but monitor." He finished.

Before I could even reply, he turned on his heels and left the room. His office door clicked shut once again and I was alone.

My eyes were sore and heavy, but my heart was slightly lighter than before. I could sleep better knowing she was alive, maybe she was doing well, maybe she was struggling... but like Devon said - it was enough for now.

I dragged myself upstairs and changed into some night clothes, brushed my teeth, washed my face and flopped into my bed.
Sleep didn't come quickly, but it came easier than it has every night for the past year.
And when I dreamed - I dreamed of Jodi.

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A huge bang woke me up at 3 am.

Devon wasn't beside me in bed, and the sheets were unbothered. He hadn't slept with me tonight.
Had he slept at all?

I roused myself from the bed and wrapped my housecoat around me to defend against the chilly air in the house. Something was off. Something wasn't right.
I didn't make it to the door, I turned and opened the bedside cabinet on Devon's side of the bed and pulled out the knife he kept in there for safekeeping.

Closing my eyes, I took a long, deep breath and reached for the door handle. The door clicked as it opened and I cringed, it seemed all too loud in the dead of night.
The door to Devon's room was shut, it's never shut. He always sleeps with the door open, just in case...

I crept along the hallway, keeping the knife at the same height as my mouth. My eyes scanned the corridor, no shadows, no traps...
Devon's door clicked open, just as mine had. I swallowed hard and pushed it open slowly.
There he was, asleep under the sheets.

"Devon..." I whispered, edging into his room and slowly closing the door behind me, cautious not to make any noise.
"Dev-" he shot up, fists in the air, his chest heaving up and down as he panicked.
When his eyes landed on me he dropped his fists, but when his eyes landed on the knife...he stiffened.

"Why do you have a knife Aria?" He said cautiously, flattening his hands out and holding them up in a sort of mock surrender.
"Shhh." I whispered. My heart dropped a little when I realised he was being cautious because... well, because he obviously thought I'd picked up the knife and sought him out to-
I didn't even want to consider the fact that he might think that.

I dropped the knife and walked over to him slowly, keeping my eyes on the door as I side-stepped towards him.
"There was a noise, a banging noise, coming from downstairs."
"...I think someone is here." I spoke as quietly as my nerves would allow.
Devon's eyes glimmered slightly, even in the dark I could see the tension on his face.
He nodded and moved past me, pressing his ear up against the door.

We waited in a heavy silence.

Nothing happened.

Devon visibly calmed down and turned to me, "Well, there's no-"

A huge crash came from below us. I jumped and scrambled across the floor for the knife. Devon swung the door open and stood at the top of the stairs.
He took a deep breath and stormed back into his room, he fumbled through his laundry basket until he reached the bottom and pulled out a hand gun.

"Stay. Here." He said, his tone low and harsh.

Without hesitation I nodded and Devon walked from the room and stomped down the stairs.
I wanted to shout at him for being so loud, but he knew what he was doing. He was warning them, whoever was here, he was warning them that he's coming.

I couldn't help myself, I had to see what was going on. As quietly as I could, I approached the top of the stairs and watched as Devon rounded the corner and disappeared into the darkness - gun raised. Ready.
The stairs creaked under my feet as I reached the bottom, I peered off into the kitchen where Devon had walked off to, but could see nothing.

I stepped off the stairs and followed Devon into the kitchen - but before I could enter the room, warm hands grabbed my face from behind.
I shrieked as best I could through the hand covering my nose and mouth.

Devon sprinted out of the kitchen and slid to a halt when he saw me.
"If you move another inch, I'll snap her neck I swear to god... I'll snap it-" whoever it was sounded upset, their voice was cracking, their words sounded wet and strained, "p-please don't make me-"

"Isaac?" Devon whispered, "Isaac Kingsley?"

   My stomach dropped and my eyes became wet. Not again. No way.

   "Victoria said- she said...she said I have to!" He wheezed, his hands tightened, I squealed in pain.
   "Devon but I can't. Don't make me."

   Devon raised his hands and nodded, "I won't. Just let her go, please. Let her go." His voice didn't waver, "Isaac I can help you if you let her go. What I can't do, is work this out with you whilst your suffocating my-" he cleared his throat, "whilst you're suffocating her."

   Isaac was quivering, I could feel his body trembling behind me.
   This murderer, this horrible, scummy, good for nothing murderer was in a pitiful state.
   "Isaac..." I managed to get out, "...please."

   My eyes started to explode with stars and static, my legs began to give out, I was gradually becoming dead weight in his arms.

   "Isaac." Devon growled out through gritted teeth. I could barely make out his face, his eyes fluttered to mine and back up to Isaac.

   "Victoria told me I have to do this." He said softly, his voice had taken on a new reserve - an unstable strength.

   His hands tightened once more, my eyesight splintered and I began to convulse in his arms.
   "I-isa-" I sputtered.

   "I'm sorry." Isaac croaked.

   The world went black and a third bang erupted.

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Re-Introducing my fave messed up, twisted character ISAAC!!!

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