A Legacy of the Damned: Daughter of Astaroth

Chapter 17 - The Silent Car Ride

I cross my arms over my chest and moodily stare out the window of the moving car. The sun is setting and the view of the passing trees is making way to the sight of tall buildings. I don't know where we're going but I'm too proud to ask.

It's just the two of us at the back of the car and we're totally alone since the driver's tinted partition is up. There's another sleek black car in front of us and a black nondescript van behind us. I'm sure that's where his friend Mathieu and his other goons are in.

Surreptitiously, I sneak a glance at him from the corner of my eye and what I see annoys me even further.

He's sitting back in the seat beside me with his feet apart, balancing a slim laptop on one of his knees, looking totally relaxed.

After carrying me out of my home and depositing me into the back of the car like a neanderthal, he has no right to look that good- like a model in one of those European cologne ads. Not a crease on his suit or hair out of place. It's just not fair.

The car is in total silence except for the smooth purr of the engine. No music is on and no clicking sound of the keyboard. It looks as though he's going through a document on the laptop. Once in a while, I can feel the heat of his eyes settling on me.

I pull the skirt that has ridden up my legs down before I go back to staring out of the window.

"Would you like a drink?" he offers after a while.

When I continue to ignore him, he just reaches for a bottle of seltzer and opens it before he settles back in his seat to take a sip of it as though nothing is bothering him. Now I'm tempted to grab that bottle and pour the water all over his gorgeous head.

I hold my tongue and determine to ignore him for as long as I could even though it's hard to do so when I'm very aware of his close proximity. It's impossible to pretend that he doesn't exist when the air sizzles with electricity between us.

I don't know what cologne he's wearing but I'm surrounded by the smell of leather and a delicious blend of masculine scent of cypress, spice, and citrus. Underneath it all, there's also this indescribable scent that is uniquely his.

If pheromones have a smell, I'm very sure that this is it. I'm tempted to close my eyes and just breathe him in.

I jump when the song Mr. Bombastic by Shaggy tears loudly through the silence.

Sacha looks at me with a lift of an eyebrow and I fight the blush that threatens to spread all over my cheeks and neck. I don't blush, for goodness sake!

Inside my head, I'm cursing Nico for programming the song in my phone for himself as I fumble through my purse in search of the said phone.

"Hello, Nico?" I answer after I slide the green sign across the screen, accepting the call.

Sacha's eyes glitter dangerously while his jaw clenches as soon as I utter Nico's name.

"Where are you, sweetheart?" asks Nico. "How do I come and rescue you?"

I wish I could have a bit of privacy as my gaze locked with Sacha's. His eyes are narrowing and a muscle on his jaw ticks.

I'm pretty sure he can hear every word that Nico is saying. Nephilims have a super powerful hearing too...don't they?

"I'm still in the car, Nico. No, you don't have to do that..."

"Dani, listen," cuts in Nico urgently. "Text me his address when you get there and I'll come to get you. We'll just forego all this big wedding thing and elope. You and me in Vegas tonight or I can get us a quick marriage license..."