You're Mine

Chapter Nine- Lamia

            Time went by in a blur. Devon had shown up at the house and was now taking questions for me.

            I sat at the dining room table with Lys, watching as the kitchen was emptied. Lys was still crying.

            I wasn’t. So much pain had been inflicted on my mind, that I became numb.

            I wondered briefly if it was possible to know that you were in denial.

            Devon approached me, his eyes filled with sympathy.

            “The police need you to come over and answer a few questions,” he said softly.

            I didn’t respond. He reached down and gently pulled me up from my chair, resting me securely against his side. I slumped against him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me more securely to him.

            “Who are you?” Lys asked him, her tears slowing. She stared at him with suspicion, clearly not trusting him.

            He looked at her strangely, but said nothing.

            He started to walk away, but Lys reached out to grab his arm.

            I felt him tense beside me.

            “Don’t touch me, lamia,” he hissed, turning to give her a death stare.

            She drew her hand back quickly, horrified.

            “Relinquo. Iam.”

            My mind barely even processed that he was speaking a different language.

            From the look on Ly’s face, she clearly understood him. She looked at me, a horrified comprehension filling her eyes.

            “Not her,” she looked back at Devon, defiant.

            Devon laughed sarcastically. “Don’t start anything you have no way of winning,  mulierem.”

            “I have help.”

            “Relinquo,” he said again, an edge to his voice.

            Devon pulled me away without another word and I saw Lys rush out of the house.

            “What’s happening?” I asked with a hoarse voice.

            “Don’t worry about it now,” he said calmly. He tapped a cop on the shoulder. “Officer Sellers, this is Miss Gold. The victim’s sister.”

            A cop in his mid-forties turned to face me. He examined me with quizzical eyes.

            “How are you doing, Miss Gold?”

            “I’m okay.”

            He stared at me hard as if he thought that if he put more force into his gaze, he could read my mind.

            “Miss Gold, have you tried contacting your parents lately?”

            I shook my head.

            “I’ve spoken to them,” Devon interrupted our conversation.

            Officer Sellers looked at him curiously.

            “When was that?”

            “Last week. They’re in Des Monies on a business trip. They should be back tomorrow. Before they left they called and asked me to stay with Abby and Ashlynn.”

            I tried to make sense of what he was saying, but I couldn’t. All I knew was that my dad was dead and my mom was definitely not in Des Moines. But I couldn’t argue now. If someone came at me with a gun at that moment, I doubted I would try to defend myself.

            The cop seemed hesitant, but after a second of looking into Devon’s trusting eyes, he relaxed.

            “We need to contact-.”

            “That won’t be necessary, officer. I can take care of Miss Gold until her parents come home tomorrow. Now, about the murder weapon,” Devon said bluntly. “I think you should have her take a look at it.”

            “We know who is to blame already, sir. You’ve told us.”

            “I know. But I think Ashlynn should see it. Maybe we’re wrong. I certainly hope we are.”

            The cop crinkled his brow, but obliged.

            “Devon,” I whispered shakily. “I don’t want to see it.”

            I felt his lips against my hair.

            “You have to,” he whispered. “It’s the last thing you have to do today, I promise.”

            “Here it is.” Officer Sellers handed a bag over to Devon.

            Devon grimaced at its close proximity and I was almost surprised. I never thought anything could scare him.

            “Take it out of the bag,” Devon commanded the officer.

            He obeyed and took out a strange-looking knife which blade curved like a C. The thing that caught my eye was a very familiar symbol- the fleur de lis, which was engraved in the handle.

            “Does this weapon look familiar to you, Miss Gold?” Officer Sellers asked.

            Of course it did. Well, the sign at least. I had seen it on Chase just the day before.

            Abby’s words came back to me, the last words I ever heard her say.

            “It doesn’t,” I said, having no reason why I was denying it.

            Devon’s eyes turned dark.

            “Are you sure?” the cop asked.

            I nodded.

            “I have to use the restroom,” I said and quickly eased myself out of Devon’s grip.

            I ran into the restroom and locked the door.

            “Ashlynn.”

            A hand came over my mouth, smothering the scream that was forming in my throat.

            “Calm down,” Chase whispered.

Sorry, cliff-hanger :D

 

So. I think it’s about time I gave you guys a few hints after all these confusing conversations, just in case some people haven’t caught on.

 

1) Ashlynn’s obviously not human.

2) Neither are most of the characters…

3) Devon was speaking Latin in this chapter. He called Lys a particular word that is a huge spoiler- lamia.

 

A lot should be cleared up in the next chapter.