Beckoned Through The Dark

94 // Tiffany // Improvise

"I told you, you don't have to walk me in, I am fine." I rolled my eyes as Vincent complained about my persistence for the hundredth time since we got out of the car.

He opened the door, and I followed him inside.

Upon arrival at this house, there was this energy in the air, it literally sent shivers all the way to my bones.

"Uncle." A girl came down the stairs with her arms folded, a devious smirk on her first. "You are alive," she said in an amused voice.

Vincent stilled in his steps, his shoulders tense. I nearly bumped into him while gawking at the familiar face.

She looked exactly like the girl I saved, but something about her was off.

I watched as Vincent clenched and unclenched his fists. "What are you doing here?" He asked in a rigid voice.

The girl placed her palm on her chest and gasped mockingly. "Uncle! How could you? My sisters were kidnapped, in case you forgot, we still don't know where Dineo is."

If Vincent wasn't tense before, he sure would break now if someone touched him.

For the first time since I met him, he was tongue-tied.

Perhaps this was exactly where I needed to be.

As if finally realising that I wasn't so invisible, she nodded in my direction. "And who is she?"

Vincent turned his head and rolled his eyes. "She's–"

I turned to the girl and smiled warmly. "I'm his caretaker, I'm going to be taking care of him until he heals," I said gracefully.

"WHAT?" They both yelled.

"Why does he need a caretaker? He's not dying," the girl said.

Well, obviously for different reasons.

Obviously, his concern was that I was lying, and hers was probably that she didn't want any more people in the house.

Something caught my attention, there was a crack on the wall like someone was tossed against it continuously, the table had one broken leg, and there were photo frames and portraits on the wall.

Something big went down here, and whatever it was, it ended with someone getting hurt.

"Karabelo, give us a minute," Vincent said sternly.

The girl scoffed but turned to leave, but then...

"Oh no, Karabelo, please come and help me get my luggage from the car," I said.

Vincent's eyes widened before glaring at me, I could hear the pending question, 'when the hell did she pack?' Well, I was always prepared for anything.

"Wait, you say you are his caretaker, but you are a nun, not a nurse," Karabelo challenged, she was clearly not thrilled by my visit.

I grinned at her, daring her to say more. "But I was the one who saved him." She tensed and looked between the two of us as if waiting for someone to object, but the subject remained mum. "My luggage."

She left without another word, but not before throwing daggers at me.

"What the hell are you up to, woman?" Vincent yelled, holding me by the wrist.

"Let go of me before I burst your ribcage." He let go of me immediately, and I breathed out in relief.

Karabelo returned with my luggage. "What the hell is in here?"

Well, anyone could tell that it was heavy by just looking at it. I was surprised the zip hadn't snapped yet.

"I'll just take this to mom's room, yeah?"

A panicked look crossed Vincent's eyes, and he asked, "Where is my wife?"

"How am I supposed to know?" She quipped relentlessly. "I don't know, they came back from Clay's apartment after it exploded, Jack and Duncan went back to look for you while I remained here with Nthabiseng. She went to her room, and I went to mine and fell asleep. I don't know where your wife is."

"For a simple question, I murmured, scratching my head.

Vincent glared at me and turned back to his niece.

"Jack and Duncan?"

She shrugged. "Not yet back."

I'd never met an uncaring person like her.

"How is that even–"

"Holy Jesus!" I cut him off. "When did we get home? You didn't even offer me a seat or a drink, something strong!" Whiskey would do right now, but then I remembered my cover. "Strong black coffee would kick well right now," I said quickly.

"A nun, huh?" Karabelo smirked and disappeared up the stairs.

I walked past Vincent into the sitting room and helped myself to the couch.

He did not even seem to be paying attention, I'm sure he was worried about his wife.

My eyes swept over the house, taking in every little detail.

I would get to the bottom of this whole thing.