Charlotte After Dark

Chapter 22: The Cursed Greymalkin

I let out a sigh, looking up at Cormac. He looked down at me, the concern still heavy on his face, and my upset seemed to subside for a few moments. I pushed him off of me before getting off the couch and he fell back to the other side of the couch with a thud. I didn't even feel foolish, rising half naked as I made my way to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I am not about to have a conversation with you about dark magic, witches, and whatever else you are going to dawn on me tonight while half naked and in a compromising position," I replied.

He was quick to follow me and I could hear him try to come upon me to intercept me. He called after me, but I tried my best to pay him no attention.

"Charlotte," he said.

"What?" I responded.

"We need to talk about that." He said, pointing to my shoulder.

I grabbed a shirt from the drawer and threw it at him. "Will you please put a shirt on? I can't concentrate with you standing there like that," I said.

"Charlotte," he said my name while he threw on the shirt, but I was too busy digging through the closet and talking to myself to in angered muttering.

I panned through the collection desperately for a pair of something that wasn't fancy, professional, or looked outright uncomfortable. It was a daunting task for a closet of this size that was stocked entirely by Audra.

"You know, even vampires frown upon talking to yourself," he continued.

"I'm not talking to myself," I countered.

He entered the closet, and grabbed me by the wrist with a soft touch before putting it down to my side. He positioned me against the clothes and looked at me with his intense gray eyes. I felt my constitution fail as I let out a defeated sigh.

"I know someone who can give us some insight on that," he said, running his finger over the scar once more.

I moved his hand, returning to what I was doing.

"And who is that?" I asked.

"Just put on some clothes, and we'll go," he said, before leaving the closet.

I looked at the burgeoning closet in front of me, and sighed.

"I hate when he does that," I said to myself before grabbing a pair of black pants from a shelf. I threw them on even though they were much tighter than I would have liked and I paired them with a pair of flats. I grabbed a blazer from the door and threw it over me before heading out of the closet to follow Cormac into the rest of the apartment.

Cormac was wearing a jacket and jingling keys from his finger tip as I exited the bedroom and followed him through the hallway that led to the front door. We walked out towards the elevator, which arrived the quickest it ever had since I came to this place, and we stepped in. I went to touch the button for the main floor and Cormac stopped me.

"We're going all the way to the bottom," he said, pushing the button marked "G."

The elevator zipped down, flying past the other floors, until we lurched forward when it hit the bottom floor. The doors flew open to reveal a parking garage sprinkled with parking spot filled with cars ranging from old beaters to expensive models that only a few people in the world owned.

Cormac began walking towards a black, classic car that was probably older than me. It was shiny, well-taken care of and looked expensive.

I looked at the car. "I wasn't aware that vampires drove," I said.