Page 14 of The NemeSis
“It sure is. Your dad is going to help me move some of the furniture so we don’t have to worry about the wind blowing it away.” He moves to the door and slides it open partially.
Apollo and I quickly follow.
Mom grabs the cushions from the patio furniture and puts them in the ottoman to be pushed in the outdoor closet. “Kyra is at the club, should someone go and get her? Just, precautionary.”
“I’ll go.” The words are out of my lips on reflex. I may not be able to stand her, but she’s still family. I’m pretty sure I’d lose the favorite uncle award if I let something happen to her. And I’m the only uncle.
“You can take one of the cars,” Arthur suggests.
I nod and consider it when I run out to the garage. But what would be fun in the safety of a car when I can give Kyra a little scare on my bike. It’s a short enough drive to the club. I’m not actually worried, but I can make her be for a moment.
I was wrong.
The normally short drive took longer with the other cars on the road also trying to get somewhere. Thankfully, I was able to weave my way around a majority of them. What normally takes less than ten minutes, took twenty.
The boys at the valet looked scared when I pulled up. I rolled my bike over and move it up close to the building.
“You can’t park there.” One of them speaks up.
“I won’t be long.”
I pull out my phone as I enter the lobby.
Me: Where are you?
Kyra: Who is this?
Me: You wound me, princess. Now, where the fuck are you?
Kyra: How did you get my number?
Me: Kyra
Kyra: I’m at the club.
Me: No shit. Your dad sent me to pick you up. Where are you?
Kyra: What? Why? I’m in the lounge.
I don’t bother respondingto her again. I slip my phone back in my pocket and take the steps two at a time to get to the second floor and round the corner to head to the lounge.
Kyra is walking toward the door when I enter. Her eyes look shocked to see me. “What’s going on? Why did he send you?”
“Who is this?” The Ken looking guy next to her asks.
“It’s my—” Kyra hesitates.
I hold out my hand. “I’m her stepbrother and it’s time for her to leave.” I grab her by the arm. “Say goodbye, Kyra.”
“Ares, what the hell?” She attempts to pull her arm free from my grasp.
“She’ll call you. Stay safe, Ken,” I yell back at him.
“What is your problem?” she yells at me as we walk down the hall. “I can walk without your assistance, jerk. And his name is Ryan. He’s my boyfriend.”
I roll my eyes. She can do better than that tool. Kyra continues to pull out of my grasp. I look down to see her heels and decide it’ll be faster to carry her out of here myself. I stop and release her arm, then bend down and place my shoulder to her waist and lift her.
“Ares! Put me down.”
