The Enchanting Rapture (#1)

Chapter 41

Inferno

     She studied the male sitting across the table from her. His hands were covered in green, as his neck and feet were, though it was tough to point out when there was a thick, dark cloak blanketing his body. A Hopper. 

     He cleared his throat. She realized he was young and new at making deals. "I am willing to pay whatever price," Inferno offered. Knowing this novice, her moderate payment would seem steep to him. 

     His voice was soft and gentle, hushed. It was nice to listen to. Kind of innocent. "I think we can arrange your transportation. What location are you looking for?" It was cute, the Hopper trying to appear serious and seasoned. Reminded her of earlier, more naive years. 

     Inferno slumped back in her seat and looked around the tavern. Most were drinking themselves to death. Others were smoking fat cigars, puffing the smoke into each other's greasy faces as they spat their verbal bullshit. 

      It didn't smell good either. She took in shallow breaths, trying to avoid the sour body odor and unwashed teeth. This tavern was like any other. All had this same dimness, which told much about its oblivious patrons. And this was the kind of place for perfect transactions and criminal activity. Like what Inferno was doing now. 

     "Listen, Kid," Inferno leaned forward suddenly, showing him the gravity of the situation, "I need to get to Human Earth. Will you take me or not? Do not waste my fucking time." 

     He fumbled for words. "Yes or no, kid, I need an answer." Inferno was impatient as she did not have eternity as she had hoped. 

     The hopper shook his head. "I can do it." He was confident in his transporting powers, but having this being his most likely first business deal, he was apprehensive of his client. Which was a given since hoppers were sought out by the most powerful to be jailed and used.  

     "Good," Inferno responded, coming to a stand and throwing some bills onto the table, "let's go." 

Annika

     There was a light, quiet drizzle outside, which matched the melancholy in her heart. This was a new kind of sadness that cut deep. 

     The bedroom door opened with a soft click. Annika looked up to find Soren in the doorway. 

     She immediately took in the regret and pity that was carved into his handsome features. The sad words poured from her mouth. "She left, she left me, Soren." 

     He said nothing, and that was enough. "You know why, don't you?" Her throat tightened again. Her vision was blurry with tears. She wasn't quite sure what she felt.

     Soren met her gaze with steady eyes. He adamantly shook his head. "I can not lie to you, Annika..." 

     Annika came to a trembling stand. "But you can't tell me?" He nodded. "She asked you to, that is why. She thinks I can't handle whatever is wrong, but I can, and it hurts she won't let me help... But I understand. I am not upset with you. None of this is your fault. I am going to do as she wishes and not step in. I think that if she would go to these lengths to prevent me from learning this secret, it would be better if I just let it be for once." 

     Soren took a cautious step forward. "My love, I am sorry this has causes you anguish. It hurts me more to see you like this." She believed him. She always would.

     "Just hold me," Annika begged, reaching out to her husband. Not a second later was she cradled in his warmth. His lips brushed against hers. They were perched on the edge of the mattress. She was consoled by the fact that Soren would always be a constant factor in the rest of her life. This she dis not doubt.