Page 138 of His Blue Moon Princess

“You’re coming with me; I’m taking you back to my place. Neal, find as much information as you can, and get Liam to Nate’s place.”

“He said he already has a place to crash,” says Nathaniel.

Damian immediately growls at him, annoyed. “I don’t give a shit, Nate. I want to know where Liam is, and you bring his ass back whether he likes it or not. We are not playing games now. Boyan, you and Tonia go help Neal, too, Nora will stay with me. I want the full Clan gathering in two hours, with no exceptions. Clear?”

Everyone agrees and disperses right away, leaving the two of us alone. I turn to Damian, but before I can say a thing, his arms surround me, and he is carrying me again across the restaurant. I would probably be quite embarrassed if the situation wasn’t so urgent, but now is certainly not the time to fight with him. None of this makes sense anyway. I was working just a few minutes ago, but now, it turns out I’m in a life-threatening situation.

Damian takes me to a black sports car and starts driving at full speed across the city. I can’t say a word during the full trip. I’m too shaken up, and I wouldn’t know what to say. Moreover, Damian takes one call after another on the car monitor. Neal, Nate, and some other people’s voices give him more information as soon as they get it, and I just listen. It’s not much. The building surveillance cameras went down for two hours in the afternoon, and they are still looking in the neighborhood for some decent footage of the closest streets. No one heard the gunshots, either, but they found a total of eight bullets; most of them were used to destroy the door’s lock.

At some point, I stop listening to close my eyes. This is all so unreal like I’m in one of those movies Tonia loves, where they talk about crime scenes and ballistics. I look at the city outside, wondering what happened that it would come to this. At some point, I feel Damian’s hand on my knee, and I take it. I can feel his emotions so clearly; my wolf just translates it all for me. Our mate is worried about us and furious. He is on the phone, but we don’t need to talk for now. We are next to each other; we don’t need any words.

Once we arrive back at the office building, Damian stays close to me, putting his arm around me to take me insidequickly. He only seems to ease up a little when we finally arrive at his flat.

There, he heaves out a deep sigh and hugs me once more now that we are entirely alone. I lean into his embrace, the safest place in the world to me.

“I was so worried something might have happened to you...”

“I know. I’m okay, Damian. I’m fine.”

He nods, and for a while, just keeps me in his arms. I feel his shoulders relaxing a little and get on my toes to give him a kiss. I know we are both shaken up. Damian takes my hand, and we both sit on the large grey sofa, facing each other.

“Are we going to tell the police?” I ask.

“Already did, Nate is on it. We are going to need forensics to know who did it.”

“The message on the wall... This is clearly someone who is personally after me.”

“Your brother is still in the psychiatric ward. The only name I can think of is...”

“Marcus,” I whisper.

Damian nods. I really didn’t want to believe it, but that’s the most plausible answer. I can’t believe he is still alive, and after me. How did he even find me? Why now, after all this time? He got to my apartment, with a gun full of silver bullets. The more I think about it, the more I think that all this doesn’t look like Marcus at all. He is a rash man, and not that smart either. Leaving blood all over the room and sacking my apartment, that’s like him. The message, too. That sicko has been eyeing me forever. But sneaking into the Blood Moon’s territory, finding my location, and deactivating the building’s surveillance system?

“What is it?” Asks Damian, noticing my frowning.

“Something’s not right. Damian, I think Marcus is the one who did this, too, but a lot of things don’t make sense. Like, how did he get access to the surveillance system? Or how was he able to find me, and get a gun too? He shouldn’t have any resources left in Silver City, so how did he pull something like that? I know him. That psycho is definitely not smart enough for something so elaborate.”

“You think someone helped him... But who would?”

An answer immediately comes to mind, but I really, really don’t like what that would imply. That person would have the resources to pull this off, and an excellent reason to use Marcus, too. Damian is not going to like this at all...

“...Nora?”

Someone comes in before I can reply. Nathaniel, followed by Liam. The third brother looks exhausted.

“Hi, Nora,” he says

“So, you came back after all?”

“Well, I heard Damian was going to spank me if I didn’t...”

I chuckle, and Liam comes to sit next to me. Nathaniel is glaring at him but doesn’t say a thing. He probably wasn’t happy to have to go look for him now.

“So?” Asks Damian.

“The cops took over. The CCTV from the shop across the building showed a man going in and out, exactly in the time slot Boyan and Liam gave us. He was wearing a cap and a large coat, so I don’t think we will be able to identify him.”

Nate sighs and goes to get himself a glass from the kitchen, some whiskey, judging by the smell. Damian frowns while his brother does so but doesn’t say a thing.

---