Easy Target

Chapter 5

Magnus pov -

I was sitting in my booth watching all the people who were dancing on the dance floor. The booth was I was sitting was higher and against the furthest wall from the entrance. It gave me a perfect view of everything that was happening in my club. Yes, I owned the place and it was something I was really proud of. The club was remarkably successful.

I was scanning through the people when I spotted someone I have never seen before, yet there was something eerily familiar in the person. "I'll be right back," I mumbled loudly enough for Raphael to hear but didn't wait for him to answer anything. I just simply left the booth. Once I got on the edge of the VIP area, the person was gone. I tried to scan him through the crowd however before I could find him my eyes got fixated on something else. I saw Camille dancing really intimately with some Seelie. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't look away. It wasn't like it hasn't happened before. "Isn't that your wife?" An unfamiliar voice asked. The voice was comforting and welcoming, although it also had something that made me be alerted. With a deep sigh, I closed my eyes to let myself turn around to face the person who was speaking to me. "Yes, that indeed is my wife. It's not a new thing that she is cheating on me," I explained to the person before scanning him from head to toe. His eyes were warm and welcoming, and they made me feel like I was alone with him in the room even when I was at the club that was full of people. Something tried to wake me up in the back of my mind only I was completely lost in the eyes. So warm and soft that I couldn't look away.

"You let your wife go with that Seelie?" His voice broke me out of my daydreams and I turned my head to look at where he was pointing at. Camille was leading the Seelie outside, stumbling against the wall near the door. The Seelie started seemingly eat her neck from the same spot I had been doing it just a few hours ago.

"Looks like it," I almost spit out the words doing my best to hide the pain inside. Then I realized that the person had used proper word for the Seelie. "How did you..." my voice slowly trailed off when I spotted rune on his neck. Nephilim. I had to take another scan to see if I saw circle rune or not. He didn't have circle rune so I assumed that he was someone from the Clave asking where Isabelle is. "I'm sorry but she isn't here." With a huff, I turned back to my booth to go back there. "Who?" The confusion in his voice stopped me. It wasn't an act, he really didn't know Isabelle. "She is back in Dumort." I watched how the nephilim took a step back and seemed to be searching for something. A sign of a lie perhaps. The nephilim started stumbling backward, looking like something had crumbled down. I was about to say something but as I was searching right words the beauty ran off the bar. Leaving me alone with too many questions