A Primal Passion - A Night's Mate| Book One

Chapter Fourteen- Wars Rally

Fun fact: Josie was originally a red-neck named Delilah. Fin was her little (human) brother, he was still Boone's mate

"It was made of this... this grey stone. And it was always so cold despite being inside with a fireplace. And... oh god I can't remember anything." Edward Elliots panicked as he held his head in his hands. "I was always kept in the same room, I never saw the sun or anything."

Sinclair had been interrogating the broken father for hours on end but they'd gotten no where. Josephine was still missing and Sinclair wasn't any closer to finding her than before.

"What were the smells? Were there any particular noises? Waterfalls, crickets, anything?" Sinclair asked, leaning in. Edward shook his head disheartened.

"I told you, nothing. It was all so quiet."

Sinclair snarled in frustration. He wiped his mouth and rose from his spot to fill a glass of water for the nervous wreck. Without Josephine in his arms nothing felt right. He needed to see her smile, to study her tiny frame, to hear the chiming sound of her laughter. By gods he missed her so much.

The hollowness in his chest was weighing him down like nothing ever had. Josephine was in grave danger and all he could do was sit down and torment her father. 

"Mate, the Russian mob is here," Reggie said as he entered the room. Sinclair was up on his feet and rushing out the door before Reggie could fully get his sentence out. 

Reggie shook his head at the Highlander. The poor Scot was frantic, which was exactly why Reggie wanted nothing to do with a mate. He enjoyed his bachelor lifestyle and considered himself a dutiful male by leaving all his female customers utterly satisfied. 

Mates were a weakness, and sure they could be considered strengths and all that load of bull, but to him they were nothing but a burden. 

Josie had been holed up a dark, damp, frigid room since she woke up. No torture had endured, unless you call the utter blackness and the cold temperatures torture. The anticipation was killing her. She almost wanted to just shout at Maximus to get the ball rolling because each time a rustle of noise would rumble from outside her door Josie would have a near heart attack. 

The only thing that helped Josie stay sane was the continuous drip of water that would plop down in a puddle in the far corner of her prison. 

Drip, one thousand two hundred and one

Drip, one thousand two hundred and two

Drip, one thousand two hundred and three

Letting out a cloud of breath Josie slid her sweatshirt over her knees until she was in a tight ball. She breathed out hot breaths into her little hotspot.

The door suddenly creaked open and Josephine was blinded by the dull light of the torches from outside. A jubilant figure skipped in and Josie jerked up into a standing position. The female wore a pink sundress with knee high white combat boots. Her pink hair was tied into two high buns with white ribbons. She was easily in her mid twenties, but she dressed like a child. 

"I hope you understand this isn't personal," She chirped while licking her lips. "I mean, is it personal to a cow when you have a hamburger?"

What the hell was she going on about?

"But anywho I'm in charge of the torture around here and Max was all like 'you can't hurt her' and I thought that was bologna but then I was like 'lightbulb' because when I eat I don't even have to lay a finger on you." 

Josie was apprehensive and extremely confused. This bubbly ball of energy sadism wasn't allowed to touch her? What could she do then? What did this girl eat? It probably wasn't pleasant.