After Solitude

Chapter 39

Jett's POV

She did amazing up there with Nik.

I could tell she zoned out, but I think that worked in her favor. If she didn't she probably would've either been blushing as red as a tomato or slipping into a panic attack.

Poppy brought her to bed about an hour ago.

Time is going by much slower without her here. Even my brother is beginning to bore me.

"It's been so long since we've had a drink together," Jack mentions, handing me a shot of what smells like vodka.

Downing the shot, I notice Nik give me a warning look, saying to be easy on the alcohol.

It takes a lot more than just a shot to get a vampire drunk, and we don't even feel the affects like a normal human does. It takes a shit ton more alcohol to even make us feel a little something, and then that something is just a tad bit lightheaded.

I show him the empty shot glass then set it on the windowsill behind me. One of the help will clean it up when they notice it's there.

"So," I sigh, trying to start a conversation with my little brother who desperately needs to get his own hairstyle and stop mooching off mine, "you finally know where we are. I made sure to get your invitation out this year."

Jack smirks as he rests a hand on my shoulder, "I've always known where you were. I didn't know you were actively hiding." He teases.

I bite the inside of my cheek to contain a laugh, "not hiding, just staying out of drama."

His hands cover his heart in fake pain, "I'm an angel."

A woman he arrived with earlier with rushes over, causing a small scene.

"Jack," she huffs.

He scans her face then pulls her out of the room with his fingers around her wrist.

See, drama ensues.

I grab Wyatt's attention by bumping his hip with my hand then when he looks at me I nod towards the open doors leading out of the ballroom.

We follow behind Jack and his mystery woman I don't care to know about out to the gazebo made of white wood, vinyl, and aluminium making it shine even in the darkness of the night.

As I was about to say something, Wyatt puts his hand over my mouth and puts a finger over his lips while pulling his phone from his pocket.

Dipshit: I don't want them to hear us.

I roll my eyes at his text.

Me: She was in a panic before they came out here, I'm not sure why.

Wyatt freezes in the middle of his text as Jack and this woman begin to talk.

"She's gone, I can't find her." She panics with flailing arms.

"What do you mean? I told you to watch her." Jack sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Jack." She runs her fingers through her blonde hair.

"Where was she the last you saw her?"

"With that taller girl she worked with, the one with short brown hair."

Poppy. They are talking about the girls...

My phone vibrates in my hand, receiving a text from Wyatt that he must've typed out without me realizing.