Found Obsession

Chapter 142: Jonathan's POV

December 17, 2007

Jonathan woke with a groan, his body aching, the bandages wrapped tightly around his wounds—wounds inflicted by Rose and that were still healing.

He sat up slowly, pressing his hands over his face as memories of her red eyes haunted him.

What had he done?

What had he pushed her into?

Her father had acted frustrated after she ran into the battlefield. He had admitted he was a hated man, but he had sworn that he loved his daughter. He had insisted that without the ceremony, she would spiral out of control—that Lucifer would take her soul.

That she could die and that he needed their help now.

Jonathan hadn't believed him at first but when they began walking forward they had found endless enemies on the ground.

Knowing that when Rose got back into herself this would affect her he had ordered his troops to the wounded and fallen men. Making sure all that could be saved, would. Thankfully no enemy had died by her hand.

As they had advanced that night Jonathan believed Arthur Hansley.

Jonathan had seen Rose's eyes. Red. Crimson. The blood on her uniform. Everyone had grown worried.

They had all tried and let their gaurd down due to the guilt and worry. The thought of even hurting her pyshically .

She had taken them all down.

When they had woken up, they were already in medical care. Their wounds had been treated, but the silence among them had been suffocating.

Levi had taken the worst wound. None of them spoke much, all lost in the weight of what had happened.

Then, the room tensed.

Jonathan remembered how Elijah had walked in. His presence had sent a chill through them.

He wore his black mask, as if he no longer cared who saw him. His eyes—black, hollow, beyond anger—made their stomachs tighten with unease.

Jonathan watched as Teresa, Riley, and Lucas stiffened, their faces draining of color.

They had seen that look before, Jonathan had been sure.

"Elijah?" Teresa whispered cautiously.

She hesitated, then asked, "Did you find her?"

There had been an uncomfortable silence as his eyes had grown darker.

Jonathan had remained silent, his gaze locking onto Elijah's as cold eyes had clashed with his green ones.

Jonathan sighed as he remembered.

"Fifteen?" He had hissed and leaving without another word or explanation.

Knowing something was wrong Jonathan had seen all of his friends leave after him.

Levi had been left asleep.

Jonathan had known Elijah had been controlling himself in regards to asking about the true story behind Rose and him.

However, he had not seen or heard of him since that night.

Jonathan had done his best to get back home—to see if Rose had returned.

When he reached her hidden room, he found it wiped clean. Everything of importance was gone. Only a few non-essential items remained, scattered like forgotten remnants of the past.

Among them, his house keys.

That told him two things.

She was in France.