The Gambler

Blood boiling

One week later

Grayson laughed when I finished telling him another story, one of our stories.

Over the past week he slowly came around me more. He was open to hearing about us, and he was willing to learn about me.

He looked frustrated a lot of the times, he told me he felt like he should know this stuff. I was patient with him. He would sometimes get up and leave, but I never felt alone. Gloria still hadn't returned from her search.

I also still hadn't told him about our baby...

He stood up suddenly, tapping his chin.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him in confusion again and he nodded towards the door.

"I'm ready to talk to our little witch guest." He motioned for me to follow. This would be interesting.

***

"I will only talk to her." Rebecca nodded towards me, not moving from the metal bed she laid on. She looked back to the ceiling, ignoring Grayson. I stood a few feet behind him, he was leaning against the bars to her cell.

I rubbed my arm, looking around the cells. Everything was metal. Just a bed, a toilet and a sink. Much like I expected it to be...still more uncomfortable.

"Why are you still standing there, stake bait?" She sat up now, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at Grayson. He laughed, resting his hands on his head.

"Stake bait? That's a new one. You know that's a complete myth, right?" He laughed harder now, shaking his head.

"My my my... you better hope Gloria comes back empty handed." He sighed, smiling at her deviously. She scoffed, crossing one leg over the other.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" She held her stare on him as he leaned forward, I could see his fangs exposed.

"Because the second she comes back here with a spell we can use, and you're rendered useless to us.. I'll be the first one in here to start breaking every bone in your little body." He whispered this, sending chills down my spine. Fear flashed in her eyes for a second, I could hear her swallow hard.

"Yeah I figured." He muttered, turning on one heel and walking up to me.

"She's all yours." He grumbled, turning and crossing his arms.

"I talk to her alone." She demanded and I looked at Grayson. He shook his head.

"Enough making demands princess." He growled lowly at her and she looked to me.

"He sure is sweet isn't he?" The disgust in her voice was evident. It pissed me off. Grayson walked away and sat in one of the nearby benches.

"Why did you do this?" I spoke softly to her, holding back my anger. I needed to make her my friend.

"Tyler stole my mate from me. He's holding him hostage somewhere as a bargaining tool to get me to come here and do whatever he wanted." There was pain in her voice and I nodded, suddenly feeling bad for her.

"He never said I had to do anything. I was a back up weapon. But when you all killed him...I'll never get my mate back now." She whispered the ending and I frowned.

"We could've helped you get him back-"

"No!" She shouted, cutting me off.

"Vampires are never to be trusted. Ever. He took my mate. It's your fault he wanted to go this far. So I took yours." She hissed at me and I glared now, walking towards the bars.