The World As We Know It

Chapter Seventeen

He was going to kill her. That stupid, idiotic, stubborn girl had no idea the amount of trouble she was in. She had promised to stay in the Market District! He had checked every store in the area, but no one had seen her. He checked stores on the border of the district, thinking that maybe she wasn't quite sure where the boundaries were. Nope. Finally, he called her phone, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he had missed her in his search. It had gone straight to voicemail, and continued to do so every time after that. Enraged, he had been ready to track her down the old-fashioned way when the Prince suggested that he and Ciel look for her while he waited at the fountain just in case she showed up. That was an hour ago.

Fuming, Sebastian called her again. Straight to voicemail. Snarling, he shoved the phone into his pocket and started pacing. His mind began torturing him with 'what ifs'. What if Kane had found her? What if she had gotten hurt? What if she was lost? What if she was dead? That last one caused his blood to boil. If she died, again, he would tear her killer to pieces. Slowly. A flash of white and blue caught his attention, and he looked up, hopeful. Damion and Ciel ran towards him, frantic.

"Where is she?"

Out of breath, Ciel motioned off in the distance. Damion, unfazed, spoke.

"She just boarded the train. I have no idea where she's going."

The train? Why was she leaving? Where would she even go?

"How soon until the next one?"

Damion checked his watch.

"Five minutes. Go. I've got him."

He didn't need to be told twice. Eyes turning electric pink, he dashed off. Even at his fastest, he would be pushing it. Jumping rooftop to rooftop, he started to ponder how he would punish his wayward lover when he caught her. Handcuffing her to his wrist was tempting, but burdensome. Sexual torment was relatively high on the list. Hmm...he did want to try binding her at least once. Would chains be too much?

The train had just started to pull away when he dashed on board. Nobody tried to stop him, though a worker did ask him to sit. Apparently he was "frightening the other guests". He sat without issue, but found himself unable to force his face into his typical cold mask. He was simply too angry. A saner person might take Taylor's little stunt to mean that she no longer wanted to be with him. She promised to stay where he asked, then decided to take the first train out of town. It made sense. He didn't believe it for a second. Whatever stupid reason she had for running would not stop him from chasing her. She was his, and he would kill anyone who tried to take her away.

"Excuse me? Sir?"

An old woman leaning on a cane smile sweetly at him.

"Yes?"

She ignored his sharp tone, taking the seat across from him. Sebastian glared at her. He didn't have the patience to be pleasant.

"Are you the one looking for that poor girl?"

His body tensed, his eyes glowing.

"Getting in my way would not be advisable," he hissed.

The woman chuckled, pulling a small box of crackers from her bag. She opened them, offering him one before popping one in her mouth.

"You are certainly as tall and handsome as she described." She brushed the crumbs off her dress. "She said she was going home to the city"