Taming The Lockwood

Twenty Three

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GABRIEL:

"Lockwood." I bark into the speaker once the call connects.

I flex my fingers across the steering wheel, drumming them across the leather impatiently when it takes a while for the caller to respond.

I'd tossed and turned for the worst part of last night, plagued by images of honey hazel eyes and platinum blonde hair. And the sleeplessness was already taking its toll on me.

I could already count on the fact I would be running like a short fuse all day.

"Sir, I have the information on Nora Evans you requested." Christopher's slow drawl communicates.

"Good. Email it to me." I order curtly. He'd wasted enough of my time already.

Christopher is good at his job. In fact, extremely good. He's definitely got a keen eye for noticing small details and is highly perceptive but this came at the cost of his efficiency- one my impatience didn't agree well with.

I anticipate a response for a millisecond. When he fails to mention it, I ask, irritated.

"Any news on the apartment break-in?" I grit out, angered by my memories of it. I clench my jaw to subdue my rising emotions when he replies with the negative. To make my annoyance clear, I cut off the line.

A picture of Nora's pale, curled up figure in the crevice of her residence formulates in my mind. Her perturbed profile signified by the cross of her brows and the shivers that had wracked her frame begin to unsettle me.

I set my thoughts on the day ahead until I'm interjected by a sudden presence in my mind. As an Alpha, I had to restrict the access to a limited few.

Allowing the person to present themselves, I free the barriers in my mind.

Sir? It's Elijah.

I grunt and that's enough for him to know I'm listening.

She's at work.

Good.

He doesn't make a move to leave and I probe.

Spit it out, Elijah.

I can sense his hesitancy, loud and clear.

Nothing could unnerve the man. Something stirs in me. I feel uneasy.

Elijah.

That's all, sir.

He withdraws from my conscience without dismissal and I grip tighter onto the wheel to suppress my fury at his disobedience.

It had been a long time since I'd felt this frustrated and I recall it.

Before she had happened.

Her weekend away was enough to worsen my mood and tug on my anxiety. As of late, her naivety and blindness was really driving me up the wall.

My blood is simmering.

It's only 9:00AM and my day's already fucked. The sensation of sinking teeth into raw flesh and watching the life drain out of a body- solely under my control flows to my mind. My morning run was interrupted by some stray rogues whose over confidence was the death of them. Elijah had already pissed me off. And the first hint of summer was blazing down on me. In a light that seemed too mocking to be warm.

The only thing working in order and calming my mood is Nora's punctuality and the idea of being wrapped up in her sight all day.

God damn, Lockwood. It's only been a day away from her.