Children of the Fallen: In Cold Blood (BOOK #2)

Chapter 22: Some Sister I Am

Victoria Brooks

I had the unfortunate job of informing my guards they'd all be working tonight and the remainder of the week. Although I promised them all bonuses and a week off as an apology for this shit.

Afterwards, I went to find Chloe. She's my main focus right now, I don't want to begin to think about the attack and all that happened with Lucien and the rest of the Fallen, and I'm definitely not going concern myself with whatever Morgan was doing last night right now. This whole week is going to give me a heart attack. If I didn't have Pierce I don't know what I'd be doing. Last night just sleeping next to him was enough to put my anger at rest. I did have to put his at rest after he saw me with new wounds that I didn't have from the fight. I had to remind him of all the possible eavesdroppers and to relax with the amount of threats to Lucien that were flying out of his mouth. Of course I supported each and every threat but I couldn't verbally say that. At least not right now.

The closer I get to the room Chloe's staying in, the stronger the scent of blood is. Shit.

I break into a sprint bursting through her door to find her mid feed on Liam, one of the bleeders I have around my palace. I take her shoulders and tear her off of him, "Go, Liam." I command as I hold Chloe in place staring through me like she could see right to Liam behind me. "Riley's in the kitchen, she'll help." He gets up off the floor hyperventilating and runs out holding onto the wound on his throat. Chloe's red eyes follow Liam as he runs out, she starts struggling with me to get to him. I slam her against the wall next to us, "Whitlock, calm down."

She still pants. "Calm. Down." Her panting slows a bit as she begins to look at me, not through me. "Good. Breathe." Her breathing turns shaky and tears well in her eyes now returned to their normal light green. She collapses into me and while I'm not one for hugging I'll allow it. I stiffly wrap my arms around her as she sobs onto my shoulder, surely getting blood on my jacket. "It's okay."

"No, it's not." Her voice cracks. She pulls back wiping tears away.

"Let's go somewhere." I nod my head towards the door. "We'll talk."

She tenses her jaw, "I can't be in public right now."

"Good thing I'm bringing you somewhere private. Change your shirt then let's go." I take out my phone to text Mica to bring the car around. The suns still up so Zade's bar will have little to no one in it thankfully. I had already intended on bringing her here to talk, away from eavesdropping High Royals and Fallen and nobles and whoever else feels like listening. I only thought it'd be later on while Morgans out with everyone or if... no I don't think she'd do that, not with everyone here.

"Vicky!" Zade calls out from behind the bar as soon as Chloe and I walk down the stairs to this part of the bar.

"I'd rather you call me Your Highness if you're going to call me that."

He smirks. "Victoria. What can I do for you?"

"You know."

He glances at Chloe who's literally shaking. My grip on her arm is so tight as I keep her in place next to me. Having to tighten as we passed the only two vampires in here feeding on bleeders moments ago. "Is she good?" He asks, concerned at her state.

I look quickly at Chloe, her eyes are red and I can see her mouth twitching- her fangs are either already down or about to be. "The room, quickly." I say. He nods hopping over the bar to bring us to the silent room with haste.

We arrive at what's posed as a large storage closet right now. "How many you need?" Zade asks.

"None." I say closing the door and locking it removing all the glamours off of the room.