Page 13 of Lost in the Fog

Chapter Three

Pandora hated it whenthis kind of thing happened. Because she was a solo act, she often attracted folks who were up to no good. She used contracts and cashed the payments as soon as she could, transferring the funds into a safe spot before anyone could reverse them.

She turned around and headed for the side of the building where the air vent was and parked. She turned into mist and climbed up the side of the building, moving through the air vents and waiting inside the vent to the boardroom with tendrils just outside the boardroom in the hallway vents.

The men slid into the building silently and charged toward the boardroom. She could see them in the building, and anyone who saw them was knocked out with some sort of spray.

She waited until they got outside the boardroom, and then she gave them a touch of their own medicine. The thugs dropped to the ground as she pushed chloroform past their masks and into their nostrils.

She held them down in her fog while the men in the boardroom reacted and opened the door to find a dozen unconscious thugs tangled in a thick mist.

As the gathered men stared at the unconscious ones, she pulled her fog back and remained watching. Mr. Sorrow looked at them and barked a laugh. “She actually sent them?”

The men from the meeting opened their jackets and disarmed the interlopers. Pandora watched and waited until one of the men was slapped awake, and when he realized he was surrounded, he disgorged the name of his employer.

Pandora sighed. It was the same name as her client, via the lawyer. She couldn’t speak in this form, but she said, “Well, fuck.”

She pulled back and tried to exit the building, but her entryway was blocked. She flowed through the building, trying to find a way out, and they were all blocked.

“Double fuck.”

She started to get irritated and swarmed back to the boardroom, knocking out everyone in the building as she went. She swirled past the men and focused on whispering, “Out.”

One of the dark elves swayed, “Out.”

“Out. Out, out, out, outoutoutoutout.” She chanted it over and over as she swirled in frustration.

The others grabbed at her, but their hands passed through the mist. Mr. Sorrow reached for her, and her wrist solidified under his hand. “Fucking hell!”

He blinked and grinned as the effect spread, and she had to decide what to look like when he was looking at her. She went for Elite omega.

She solidified and put her other hand on her hip. “What?”

He blinked but didn’t let go. Now that she was focusing on him, she noticed the dark brown skin, thick black hair, a glittering pair of black ear studs, and eyes so dark brown they were nearly black. His shoulders were wider than hers, he was about the same height in his alpha form, and she scowled at him. “Let go.”

“Why were you here?”

“I don’t like being used as a driver, so I have knocked out the inhabitants of the club. When I am gone, everyone will wake up.” She smiled.

“Who are you?”

“Me? Pandora.”

His jaw went slack, and he stepped back but didn’t let her go. “Pandora? Where did you get that name?”

“My great-grandmother. Why?”

“I... knew a girl named Pandora.”

“Oh. Yeah. She was short, and she was crying a lot before they threw her off the cliff.” She said it calmly. “I am what happened next. Well, the fog was. It was years before I could pull myself together.” She had to know. “You didn’t kill me, did you?”

His eyes were wide with shock. “What? I would never. None of the dark Elite would hurt one of our omegas.”

“So, it was a light Elite. I remember the red eyes as he was strangling me.” She smiled slightly. “I took him with me. He did not stick the landing.”

“You died.”

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