I finally put myself together an had rewritten this chapter. If you will not like it much, feel free to ask to rewrite it again. I will be ok. I put some Lara's perspective, just like you pointed out, Acid. I hope you all like this chapter (smile)

Captured

She curled up under the fluffy blanket. Kurtis did not come. He was arriving only when she was asleep and was going away before Lara would wake up. Like that Trent was trying to avoid talks and discussions. They still were sleeping together but Kurtis was neglecting her in any way he could, especially for last week, after he revealed the true story of Lux Veritatis.

Looking back on everything what happened, Lara knew who to blame. Herself. Yet too proud to admit it, she had to witness how fragile happiness turns to dust. Lara was not meant to be family woman, the freedom of the bird that what was calling upon her. Kurtis and son was slowing her down, dragging away from a dream. Lara thought that Trent will be the one of her own nature. He did make such impression back in Paris and Prague. The rogue, without home and any attachments. Yet…

You need a shrink, Lara. You have a son, you have responsibilities!

She remembered the red handprint on his cheek. Kurtis, without a single word, just turned around and slammed the door. Croft Manor was big enough for them not to see each other for two days. Echoes of the past filled her mind as she dug face deep in the pillow.

I thought you were different! How could I be so blind?! Brought up in the little sick community of total…
The stare in Kurtis' eyes made her tremble. Cold fingers squeezed her arm so hard Lara thought she heard a bone creaking.

Never EVER again say that about my family or you will regret it, Lara.

Later doctor had found several amounts of fractures in the bone. Now Lara understood why. Being a descendant of the angels Kurtis possessed strength of two, even three people. That did not save him from Boaz, however.

The sleep did not seem to come. She knew that the bastard sits in the living room probably, and attentively 'tracks down' every activity here with his special abilities.

"Stupid goat." she whispered, knowing that he will hear.

"Bitch. Go to sleep already." answered Kurtis two rooms ahead of her, turning away from the fire and slowing down blue sparkles that were jumping in his eyes.

Two hours passed when finally Lara calmed down in her bed and tucked herself in blanket. Kurtis could 'feel' her calm breathing, 'see' long dark eyelashes trembling in the sleep. He would give anything for Lara never to awake. To be like this. In the night cold woman was turning to something she could have been if not so much tragedies on her way.

Slowly Kurtis stood up and put an unfinished cigarette in the ashtray. The peace, the serenity. For six more hours. And then it starts all over again.

As his hand touched the door handle, Kurtis bowed head and closed eyes. Like a breeze went through the quiet atmosphere of the house. Disturbance. While Kurtis was making his way through the dark hallway and down into the main hall, he felt the tension in the air growing. But when he got, as he thought, to the point of disorder, there was…nothing.

Kurtis turned around once, twice… The strange feeling did not vanish. He was not alone. Yet the person was not here.

A shadow separated itself from a nearby pillar and as Kurtis turned around, driven by the instinct of self – safety, poked a gun right between his eyes.

"Mister Trent, I assume?"
Kurtis rolled with eyes, trying to persuade brains in working a bit faster.

"What if I am not?"
The stranger seemed to get a bit angry. The gun started to tremble and slid somewhere in direction of Kurtis' eye.

"You… Do not dare to laugh over me. You will be executed…now!"

With the speed of the light Kurtis dropped himself on the floor and with leg punched the man right in the wrist. Smothered squeak was the answer as the gun dropped on the marble floor.

"That is a pity as my schedule is planned a year ahead."
Kurtis rolled to the wall and hit the light switch. The killer did not expect that and got blinded for a split second.

Trent blinked and stared to the figure in front of him. The man from his dream. The one who was bowing over the cradle with his brother.
"What do you want from me? And how did you get in my dream?"

"I am not…ans…wering on your questions. You will…die."
Not in this life.

The man was weak. He was breathing heavily and all his face was covered in black liquid that was constantly dripping from his eyes. Nephilim. There was a little pause while the killer studied Trent's face and then, with the yell of anger, stormed on the opponent. A short fight. Loud scream. Disgusting and scary sound of the bone breaking.

"What is happening here?!" Lara ran down the stairs to the Kurtis, who was sitting on the body of motionless man and smoking.
"Is that the killer?" he nodded to the side of intruder's head. Lara attentively looked at the face of the person.

"Yes, it is him. Is he… Dead?"
There was a pause while Trent watched the smoke from the cigarette disappearing in the air.

"No. That man is a wreck. To kill him now will be a waist of an interrogation material."
Lara snickered. More annoyed then angry.

"You are not at work, officer Trent. I do not allow that man to be in the house near Tony."
Now it was Kurtis' turn to smirk.

"Oh really? Give one single reason to listen to you."
"It is my house."

"I live here too. At least for now."
"Tony is my son."

"Yeah, biologically. Yet you behave like he is just a kid next door."
Lara opened mouth to say something obviously not so nice but Kurtis just waved her away.

"Save me from your useless lectures. That man stays here. The Manor is big enough for Tony not to encounter this particular person."
A growl was heard as Lara stormed upstairs. Kurtis stood up and threw cigarette on the floor. Wife will be angry. The pleasure.

"Now, my dear Dark Angel, we shall find you a cosy place far far away from my son and later, when you wake up, we will talk and let us hope God presented you at least a minimum of cooperational skills."