Mine ( Vox X Reader )

Chapter 15

Downstairs, they were sitting in the living room, a lingering tension still hanging in the air after what had just happened. Angel had drifted away from the others, leaning against the balcony railing as he smoked. His thoughts kept wandering, circling back to what might be happening just one floor below them.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. You shouldn't worry so much," he heard Husk say behind him. Husk moved to lean against the railing beside him, a glass of whiskey in hand.

"It's just... I'm scared of what Vox could do to her." Angel took a drag from his cigarette, staring off toward the horizon.

"She's not a damsel in distress. She proved that," Husk replied. Angel let out a short laugh and nodded, tapping the end of his cigarette against the railing and letting a bit of ash fall.

"You're right. It'll be fine. She'll n—" The hotel suddenly shook. The railing rattled violently, Husk's glass slipping from his hand and crashing onto the floor below.

"Shit," he muttered.

Angel and Husk exchanged a look of panic before turning toward the living room, where Vaggi was already wide-eyed and terrified.

Suddenly, a blue light—almost electric—raced along the walls and across the floor, a thin golden thread trailing behind it. They froze, trying to process what was happening... and what might have happened.

"No... NO. NO NO NO NO!" It was as if the surge of light had jolted straight through him. He jumped away from the railing, his cigarette falling to the floor, and bolted toward the stairs. He took them two at a time—sometimes three—nearly stumbling as he rushed downward with Husk right behind him.

His stomach twisted violently. His heart dropped. Deep down, he knew what had happened—what must have happened in that room. Every instinct he had screamed that letting Y/n and Vox be alone together had been a terrible mistake.

But he didn't want to believe it. He kept telling himself it could be something else, that maybe he was imagining things, that maybe—maybe—it wasn't what he thought.

Charlie sat in her office, still reeling from what had just happened. The hotel's reputation—already fragile—felt compromised once again. She tried to steady her breathing when a sudden flash of blue light streaked past the glass of her door, followed by a laugh she recognized instantly. A demonic laugh. Her blood ran cold.

For a moment she couldn't move. Golden sparks flickered in the hallway, a type of magic she knew far too well. That was when everything clicked at once. Y/n. Charlie really believed that Y/n had give a real chance to her project. That she was trying, opening up, inching toward redemption. She knew Y/n had struggled since the extermination, but she had hoped things would finally turn around. She had hoped she wouldn't lose her too.

She had been wrong. She had let something slip through her fingers again. Another failure. Another blow to the hotel she swore to protect.

"Vaggi..." Charlie burst from her office. She nearly collided with her girlfriend, who had run straight toward her. Their eyes met; Charlie's voice cracked despite her efforts to stay composed. Her hands trembled violently. "She didn't... right? She... she didn't—"

But she didn't need an answer. The look on Vaggi's face said everything. She was pale, shaken, fully aware of what kind of deal had just been made between two powerful overlords. Vox had gained another voice—another influence he should never have had. Charlie had brought him here to break him down, to strip away his power. Instead, he had walked away with more than he came with.

He always did.

Their feet finally moved on their own, trailing after Angel and Husk as they rushed down the hallway. The walls were still lighting up with streaks of blue and gold, the colors of two overlords bleeding into each other. In seconds they reached Y/n's room; a sharp blue glow outlined the door like something alive. Charlie didn't think, she pushed the door open at full speed and there it was.