Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 37-One Night in the Garden of A Prince

*Artie's P.O.V*

Yeah, I chickened out.

I went back into my cruiser and just started staring at the house. For all we know, Rosie is probably devoured at this point.

Come on Artie, you literally brought weapons with you and a tranquilizer, I reminded myself repeatedly as I continued to stare wide eyed at the manor.

So beautiful yet so ugly...

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*Rosie's P.O.V*

"You've got a really nice place," I said as I admired the spacious interior. The whole place was cozy, not creepy at all.

The walls were also adorned with fresh paint. Glossy, dark red paint. Custom made. Not a claw mark in sight. No fur either.

I snickered. What the hell was Artie thinking? This man is no werewolf, he's just a regular rich moron.

"Thanks," Richie replied, smiling slightly.

"So who else lives here?" I asked, curious.

"At the moment my wife does, but she's locked away in her room. Incredibly pissed at me, and keeps mumbling about divorce," Richie said, laughing. It was a forced laugh. I could feel the pain in his voice. Poor guy.

"It's better if we stay apart for now so we don't tear each other to shreds," Richie continued. "So...you said you wanted to talk to me about something? Did I do something wrong?"

"No...but your son Artie seems to think that you did," I informed him. Seriously, he thinks that you're a werewolf menace. A terror that needs to be put down. A rabid dog with no sense of morality.

"I wouldn't take Arthur too seriously. He's not right in the head. But I'm sure you probably already know that."

He's right about that. The fact of the matter is that Artie is clearly insanely bizarre. Truly one of a kind. And I don't mean that in a good way.

I nodded. "I guess I should get going."

"Of course, I'll walk you to the door—"

RING!

"One second, I'm getting a phone call," Richie told me. "I'm just going to take this real quick and I'll be back to send you off. Unless you decide to leave while I'm on the call, which is completely understandable."

With that, Richie went to a different room to take his call, privately.

I could leave...but I mean, what's the harm in browsing a little?

And no, I'm not abusing police power since he welcomed me into his home first, without me forcing my way inside.

I began to explore the vast hall, examining the large photos that were plastered on the walls. One of the photos stopped me in my tracks. It was a painting of a wolf.

I looked at it longer than I should have.

Hmm, it probably means nothing, right?

Right?

I then made my way into the garden.

Oh wow, the Prince's garden is absolutely stunning and huge.

Flowers of all colors and species ranging from tulips to hibiscus were littered throughout the vibrant green garden.

I made my way off the marble white patio, into the shrubs below.

CRUNCH!

What the hell?! Looks like I stepped on something.