Page 38 of The Cursed Chalice
Nisa wipes her eyes before her tears drop. “You think he’ll keep us?”
I sigh because I was wondering the same thing. I don’t even know if I want to be kept. Or how can I stay hidden?
“I don’t know, but what I do know is we are about to have a great time.” As we go, I can’t help but have the feeling I am being watched. I look around and then, and then pull my cap lower, ushering Nisa into a store.
ARES
Am I becoming a stalker? I don’t think so. I mean, when Nisa and Soraya left this morning, did I walk into the garage and jump into a car five minutes after they left? Yes.
“That’s the problem right there. They weren’t even aware we were behind them, Ares.”
Aric was right; thirty minutes into the drive, I noticed a black, tinted G-Wagon following them.
Did Soraya look at the car and take note? No.
Did she see the car parked near her or me parked next to the man? No.
I hate how crowded a mall can be during the summer. I hate the smells, the people as they move without any manners. Excuse me? Thank you? Nonexistent in their vocabulary.
I should be flying out to Lakeshore to investigate the matter of human trafficking and my shipping containers. Instead, I sent Phobos and Deimos. I am needed here. Clearly, I am, because the man from the G-Wagon is texting on the phone and following them. In every store they’ve gone into, he was there.
Do they notice? No, because they are chatting and having a great time.
As the man gets closer, I swipe a cup of hot coffee from someone’s order. My legs take me to the man’s side. As he looks up, I “accidentally” throw the hot coffee in his face.
His screams made people around stop. I bend, pulling him under my arm, and carry him to the bathroom.
“Is he okay?” a lady pushing a baby stroller asks.
I ignore her and usher him into the bathroom. Thankfully, the bathroom is empty.
I allow him to wash his face.
“What the fuck, man? That burned!” he shouts and turns to me. He stops. I know between my height and my presence, it takes the wind out of his sails. His blue eyes widen.
“Mann…look.”
“Why are you following my ward and nanny?” I ask calmly.
He raises his brows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He washes his hands and tries to walk past me.
I press my hand against his chest. “I’m not finished.”
“Fuck you!”
I smirk. “No thanks. This morning was disappointing enough.”
He tries to move my hands away.
“Enough.” I hoist him by the spine, lifting him up like the prey that he is. In a flash, we are gone. The cold air caresses my face as we stand on the edge of the roof of Bakersfield’s tallest building. It sits high above the clouds.
“Fuck, my back hurts.” He squirms with his eyes closed. “Let me go.”
“Open your eyes.”
When he does, he screams, and spittle flies out of his mouth. “Please. Don’t let me fucking go.”
“Why were you following my nanny and ward?”
