Night Flower

3

YELENA

"Take her to my chambers. If she wakes up call me immediately. I need to know what she saw."

"Yes, sir."

"And do I need to remind you that she is in our care now, no one goes in or out of without authorization. Whoever she is got too far."

Playing dead has never been my forte but here I am again, pretending that the blow in my head is the cause of my sudden loss of conscience. Being blond has its perk and mistaking me for harmless is one of them. My small size or physical appearance says nothing of what I am. A well-trained field investigator. That loose board had given me away, the hounds, and that heightened hearing had made me use my last resource. Play dead. Now I lay on the bed of my pack's leader rival.

This was indeed a dangerous mistake.

Not knowing if the room is monitored I don't move from the position they put me in. Through my eyelids I scan the room as much as I can, nothing gives away the presence of cameras but with technology these days I can't be entirely sure. My only option is to come up with a story for when I'm questioned once Aysel returns.

My name is Lyanna Black. I got lost in the woods, I'm an orphan and I have been on my own for a while. I have no mate. I'm not a shifter or have special abilities.

As simple as possible, overcomplicating the story cost me my life. This man is not known for his forgiveness or patience. But he does have style, his room says so. This place exudes money, the old one. No wonder he's powerful and able to blend himself with the warm-blooded. He has the means to make himself invisible from them, to protect his pack. This is why I was curious enough to venture here.

The funny thing was that this was just a small stop on my way home. The task had been done, I had found out what they had sent me to but intel of the whereabouts of his place had somehow engraved itself in my brain. I didn't expect him to be at home. If you can call a fortress home.

The vampires had retreated themselves further north, the children were gone and I wasn't authorized to keep following. I blended well too, but differently. I got away with a lot of stuff thanks to it, hiding was my specialty; that one thing that had kept me alive that one time. It had been a while since I spoke to anyone. Seclusion was part of my role in the group. The field investigation role meant a lot of things, the projects kept me away from weeks to months at a time but I did my part to prepare my group whenever it was necessary the rest, was left to anyone brave enough to try and save the puppies.

But vampire sightings had been less and less over the years, their focus shifted towards the warm-blooded. That was the main reason that brought me here and now I had to find a way to escape this place.

Pretending to sleep for hours is not an easy task, not when you're preparing a whole script. Or when your bladder is about to burst. Moving slowly, acting like I had just gotten up I stretched under the thick cover and sitting up scanned my surroundings. With the curtains drawn, there was little to see since the sun was on its way down.

The room was big, and the bed barely took any space. This man had a whole control room on the other side of his bedroom. The big screen took up the whole wall.

An office.

It seemed like Master Aysel worked around the clock, rumors were accurate, a workaholic control seeker bastard. From the tone of his voice, I could tell it was all true, the respect he commanded, even from his enemies. The women who had seen him exclaimed that no other man looked like him and for the looks if I'd soon find out the truth.

The adjacent bathroom was bast, for a man as big as him. The rumors told said he was 6'6'', massive but not strange in our world. He seems to favor dark wood and earth tones. Natural and naked spaces. Minimal. Manly. There were many words that I could describe his belongings.

Of course, I acted disoriented and in pain, the fall had been painful and I'd say any other that didn't have hot blood in them would be still knocked. My healing was as fast as my companions which again worked in my advance but also was fast enough to control the pain. The bruising was there but I could move with the same agility.

"Good, you're awake."

I gasped. Loud. Retreating back, stumbling, and them falling on me behind. All this for my spectator; an old not very friendly-looking man though his smile didn't seem to reach his eyes.

"Who are you?" Adding a bit of pitch and vibrato to change my tone and set my intention. Of course, anyone would be scared to wake up in some strange bed without no recollection of what they were doing there. Not remembering how they got there, amnesia would be too.

"No, my lady. Who are you?"

Using my hands I crawl myself out of my stumble and struggle to get back on my two wobbly legs. The effort makes me take deep breaths and he looks like might be believing me or he too was a good liar, there was no way to tell so continuing was best.

"Lyanna." I said after swallowing.

"Lyanna?"

I nod slowly, little tendrils of my hair have escaped my low ponytail, and whips of hair surround my face.

"Do you happen to have a last name Lyanna."

"Black," I answer quickly, pulling down my shirt and finding out it's damp. Must have been from when I lay on the wet grass. "Lyanna Black."

"An unusual last name, how did you get here Lyanna Black?"

"I don't know." His cheek twitches, that's a giveaway. He has no patience for this or for me. He is a bad actor. Most likely his role is to follow not to lead. Master Aysel has left the wrong man in charge of me.

"You don' know or you don't remember."

"Both."

This is going to be fun.