Her Pain (Sequel To His Mate) (Book#2)

Chapter 5: A Shocking Surprise

Previously:

"So what brings you to the Big Easy?" The bartender asked.

"I used to live here." He said.

"Really? When?" The bar tender asked.

"Oh, feels like a hundred years ago." He said making me smile. Little does she know he's not joking.

"I just moved here myself. What brought you back?" She asked as I started to walk up.

"Well, my brother is here somewhere. I'm afraid he might have gotten himself into a bit of a bind." He replied.

"Huh, well looks like we'll have to help him out. As per usual." I smirked sitting next to him.

"Skylar Swan." He smiles towards me and stands up as I do and engulfs me into a hug. "Oh how I missed you, little sister."

"Missed you too Elijah."

Now:

"Not that I don't enjoy your presence here, out of curiosity what are you doing here?" Elijah asked.

"Um, that's a long story. I'll tell you later." I sighed not wanting to breakdown in a full restaurant. I cleared my throat and looked at the bartender, who's name tag read 'Camille'. "One bourbon on the rocks, please."

"Bad day?" Camille asked.

"You have no idea." I sighed then turned back to Elijah. "So your brother is in another bind, after I just helped him out back in Virginia."

"You say that like it's a common occurrence." Camille says puting my drink in front of me.

"Well he's........." I trailed off trying to find the right word. "Complicated."

"Defiant. Ill-mannered. A little temperamental." Elijah sighed taking a sip of his drink.

"A little my ass." I scoffed playfully taking a swig of mine.

"Well, we don't share the same father. Of course, that never bothered me, but my brother resents it deeply. Never felt like he belonged." Elijah told.

"Plus he has a history of getting himself into trouble." I added.

"And I'm guessing that both of you have a long history of getting him out of it." Camille nodded. "What kind of bind is your brother in?"

"He believes there are people in this town that are conspiring against him." Elijah informed.

"Wow. Narcissistic and paranoid." Camille stated. "Sorry. Bartender with a grad degree in psychology. Total cliché."

"Listen, Camille. I'm looking for someone who might shed some light on his current predicament. She works here. Jane-Anne Deveraux?" Elijah asked. "Any idea where I might find her?"

I kicked Elijah's leg making him glare and rephrase. "Sorry, where we might find her?"

"No, but I know someone who might." Camille said giving us a name.

Outside:

"Welcome to New Orleans, in the crown Jewel of the Crescent City, the French Quarter." Sabine, the witch that Camille lead us to, little did the bartender know there are supernaturals all over this town. "Jazz and jambalaya, romance and poetry, not to mention the things that go bump in the night. Monsters that feed off human blood. Vengeful spirits of the dead. And my personal favorite, the witches. Here we have the voodoo shop Jardin Gris. Go in, browse for a hex."