The Vampire And His Lady (Silver Hills #2)

Chapter 15

"It's..."

"Bigger on the inside," Ezaryth replied to the stuttering Diana. "Yes, it's called magic, dear."

Thornwood followed closely behind them as Diana lugged Henry's limp form back into the van.

It really was bigger on the inside, although the space wasn't used well, in his opinion. The Shadowlord had opted to style his vehicle like a family camper van, set with a bed, a plush sofa, and a fridge and table.

It was very... innocent. Unnervingly so.

Elsbeth was making the drinks as she'd been ordered to, but when she caught sight of her old master shrugging through the too-small doorway, she shrieked and dropped the teabags she was holding.

Diana rested Henry on the sofa as Elsbeth apologised and bent down to pick them up.

"We don't want tea," Diana told her, one hand stroking Henry's golden curls. "We want explanations."

Ezaryth grinned sheepishly from the corner. "Won't your friends come in?"

"Not my friends," Diana replied sharply, "but I doubt they're keen to spend time with you."

Jax was growling profusely whilst the two witches watched cautiously, as far away from the van as possible.

It was Genevieve who spoke up first. "Why would we trust you?" She yelled at him. "You've proven yourself to be an absolute bastard with no redeeming qualities."

Thornwood perched on the edge of the sofa, his eyes still locked on the way Diana cradled Henry. He hated to feel jealously when there was so much more important events occurring, but it was a hard pill to swallow that she'd probably never touch him like that. So tender and caring.

It made him feel physically sick to watch.

Her green eyes flickered up to meet his for a split second before breaking away.

"I can speak for him," she said as loudly as possible. "I don't think he's trustworthy, but we should hear him out all the same."

The sigh of defeat came from Elisabeth, who was the next to clamber into the van. Unsurprisingly, Genevieve followed suit, hating to be outdone by the witch in any way.

Jax lingered by the entrance, his calloused hands grilling the doorway.

"And you definitely don't want to marry my daughter?" he asked.

Ezaryth seemed to shudder, pale hair quivering. "Most definitely not. Even though I'm a Shadowlord, I have morals."

"That's good to hear," was all the alpha replied as he flung himself into the van.

The witches and the wolf sat on the bed, rather awkwardly as none of them seemed to want to get too close.

In all my many years I've never seen anything so strange, Thornwood considered. Although Diana did not have quite so many years tallied to her name, her pale frightened expression told him that she was also baffled by the whole event. Looking over at her tense body, and how it seemed to crackle with nervous energy, Thornwood realised how achingly empty his arms felt without her.

But he'd have to get use to the feeling .

"Ezaryth," Diana said, voice stronger than she looked, "care to explain?"

The cane-wielding Shadowlord sat himself on the tiny little counter and tapped towards the enclosed driver's space three times. With a lurch, they were moving. From the corner of the van, Jax growled, low and dangerous .

"This feels a lot like a kidnapping," Genevieve pointed out. Her head was titled towards Elisabeth, whether on purpose or not, and it created a tangled knot of red and black strands of hair.