(Blood Bound)Eternal Winter

Chapter 11

"Greyson, Greyson look at me. It's okay. You're okay. I'm here. I would never hurt you. Just go to the car and wait for me. Can you do that for me, Snowflake?" He nodded his head slowly, his eyes still wide with shock. I backed away, giving him space before he ran out the door. I sighed, dragging my bloody hand down my face in frustration.

During the interrogation, I had been forced to become more.. creative with my way of approaching the subject. I glanced at the now dead man tied to the chair, his head lolling to the side as blood continued to slowly drip from his face and to the floor.

I began cleaning up, starting with my tools and myself before moving on to the dead man. The only downside of missions like this, was the amount of cleanup required afterward. I untied him first before I begin wiping him down. I knew better than to believe the blood had covered every trace of me there was on him, but I also knew that the club would turn a blind eye for me. Perks of taking on jobs from people, it creates alliances and contacts.

I left the room, tipping the bodyguard near the door for the trouble. I threw my bag over my shoulder, finding comfort in the familiarity of it. I hardly ever worked jobs with other people, and I likely could've worked this one alone too, but my father had insisted that we all partner up. I understood Mason needing a partner, but for Alaric and I to need them too?

I shook my head, clearing my mind as I stepped into the parking lot, the cool air refreshing on my damp skin. I began walking in the direction of the car as the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I continued walking, appearing just as relaxed as I was moments before. If I were to tense my muscles, or even change my pace, it would alert whoever was following me. I popped the trunk, looking briefly to see Greyson in the passenger seat before tossing the bag in. The footsteps quickened as I spun on my heel, gun in hand.

I pointed it at the woman behind me, her eyes flashed with surprise before she smirked.

"There will be no need for that, Calla."

I kept my face blank as I studied her, "Can I help you?"

She chuckled, "I have a message for you from Mr. Winters." She reached into her bag, pulling out a large envelope, "He assumed you would like an update on your child."

I took the envelope from her with my free hand, the other hand never lowering my gun. She winked at me before blowing a kiss and turning on her heel.

I lowered my gun, staring at the envelope in my hand with more fear than I ever showed to a weapon or a bomb. I felt my eyebrows furrow together as I noticed a sticky note shoved into the back of the envelope.

"We aren't against you. Be careful. We'll keep her safe. Don't drop the act."

I sighed, shoving the note back into the envelope and deciding to wait until I got home to open it with Ric.

As I stepped into the car, I put the envelope behind my back, keeping it from Greyson's eyes as he stared at me, now blood free. I was tired, but not physically tired. I felt mentally and emotionally drained. Being around Greyson, trying to be the person I used to be, it's draining. It was so much easier to just not. To not care, to not feel, to just do what had to be done with no remorse and no questions asked. I wanted to shut it off. I leaned my head against the steering wheel gently, my eyes closed.

"Are you.....um.... Are you okay?" His voice came out shaky and rushed, as if he had just run a mile escaping from a bear only to run into another. I was quiet for a long moment before I answered him.

"I'm fine, Greyson."

My mind was playing the memory from only an hour ago when he had cowered away from me, his eyes wide as tears spilled down his too innocent features. I turned my head to him, "Are you?"