Divine Justice [Editing]

37. Reunion

Juliette's POV:

Seb and I are back on the road again, and we're two hours away from Tijuana. The drive has been quiet so far, but we're in a comfortable silence so I don't really mind.

Merlin told us that as soon as we enter Tijuana, we are to look for Tuti's Bar and go there. I would've been so damn nervous if it weren't for Seb holding my hand to calm me down.

"You still nervous?" He asks after we pass the border, and I find it weird that Border Control just nodded their heads at us instead of asking us for our passports.

"Like a bitch." Is all I say before looking at him.

"Tell me, why didn't Border Control ask us for our passports?" I ask, and Seb just smiles.

"Because they're vampires." He says simply, and I look at him in confusion.

"So, is every Border Control that we'll be coming across have vampires on them?" I ask, and he chuckles before taking a quick glance at me.

"No, it's not. Across the world, there are a lot of vampires, Juli. Even here, in Tijuana, there are quite a few vampires lurking around." He replies, and I nod my head in understanding.

"Alright. There's the bar, Seb." I say as I look towards a seemingly old building with the sign flickering 'Tuti's Bar' in red.

"I guess we're here, then." Seb says, and I detect worry in his voice.

"Seb, it'll be fine. Just remember that we're only here for the sole purpose of saving the Kingdom from the CIA." I assure him, and he chuckles before parking the car, but keeps the engine on.

"Don't forget that we're also here for a reunion." He says suggestively, making me roll my eyes with a smile before he cuts the engine.

We both step out of the car and walk inside Tuti's Bar, hand in hand. The setup doesn't surprise me, though.

There are several wooden tables with four chairs placed in the room, a bar at the far corner of the room, and it isn't that packed.

The wonderful smell of spicy tacos and quesadillas fills the room, along with the strong scent of tequila, and I'm reminded that this is what Mexican bars usually smell like.
Seb leads us towards a table in the middle of the room, but I glare at him.

"What?" He asks, and I roll my eyes at him.

"I think I would like to remain inconspicuous until the dude comes, thank you very much." I whisper shout at him before going to a table near the window, with Seb following me.

"Alright then, want some chicken tortillas?" He asks, and I look at him in confusion.

"Oh, don't give me that look. I know that you want to experience the thrill of Mexican food, right? So, you want tortillas or tacos?" He asks again, and I look at him thoughtfully before looking at the menu again.

"I want the Bell pepper tacos." I say with a smile on my face as two hands are placed on my shoulders, making me tense immediately.

"Good choice." A deep dark voice says behind me, and I immediately snap my head towards the source.

I start my analysis: black Vans, black jeans, black leather coat, black v-neck, a silver necklace with a cross on it, a light stubble, pink lips that are curved into a smile while chewing something, slightly sharp nose, ice blue eyes that usually pierce anyone who's crossed him are holding affection, and a buzz cut.

After scanning him up and down, I stare at him with a lot of emotions but the most prominent one is disbelief.

"Oh my gosh, you cut your hair." Is all that I said before the man I'm looking at chuckles and the man who is my Mate follows suit.