*LJ. Smith owns the Night World Series.*
Rashel held the door open, her green eyes anxious and edgy, long hair falling down her back. She stood stiffly, holding a long wooden stake that's pointed to the floor. "What do you want?" Her voice was taut. "We're busy."
"Down, Kitty." Morgead raised his hands up at the first glimpse of the stake. "Iona wants a word with Quinn."
Iona couldn't quite look at Rashel's gaze for more than five seconds. It was disarming to be honest. She was going to get a no.
"It's important." Timmy said suddenly. "Very important."
Iona took a deep breath; she ought to speak for herself.
"I need to see Quinn. He's the only one who can help me right now." She felt pleased with herself, noting the effortless tone of honesty in her voice. Now, she has to let me in.
Rashel sighed. When she talked, her voice was strained. "Only you." In someway, she was directly saying this to Timothy but was clearly referring to Iona.
Agitation unfurled inside Iona's frail body. Relax and gather your explanation; this is it. She swiftly walked up to Rashel with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Nuh-uh." Rashel wiggled her finger.
"But you said– " Then she felt two hands clamp securely on her shoulders.
You're not going anywhere without me, Skelton.
"You have to let me come with her." Timothy's voice was nowhere near pleading; it sounded loud but tight, like a four year old who's close to throwing a tantrum.
Iona tried to get his hands off but that was stupid. He's a vampire. She desperately looked up and saw Morgead with his arms crossed. His eyes were guarded that said, 'I'm not a part of this.'
Then at Rashel. There was a tension in her as though she wanted to put her foot down because Timmy obviously got what he wanted often, but there was something else, another reason that's not worth being kept busy by two children.
"Fine." Rashel held the door wider. "Only five minutes, and I mean it, Timmy."
Inside the room, one mattress was on the floor, the walls were grey and only the light from a single light bulb gave illumination. On the mattress was a sleeping giant wolf with extremely white fur, which strangely seemed to glow with a pale light.
"Five minutes." Quinn hastily said, standing near the mattress. Quinn, with his tilted blue eyes and dark shiny hair that was between neat and messy, was wearing a black jumpsuit like Rashel. They were on duty right now.
Better make it fast.
Iona got to the point. She told them about her whole dream. All of them listened, expressionless. When she got to the end, she asked Quinn if he knew anyone who would be interested in Old Souls.
"But you're older than me." Quinn shook his head. "How can I possibly know?"
"I'm not asking you for an exact name. Just –perhaps you know somebody who spends his time doing things that involve Old Souls. Or maybe someone who wears hooded coats…"
Rashel swallowed. "You're sure he's a vampire? I mean, animals can have fangs too."
Timothy had let go of her shoulders but he held onto her hand, which he squeezed from time to time. "Right, like shapeshifters."
Iona threw her free hand into the air exasperatedly. "Where does that lead me?"
"Look." Quinn's gaze darted to the wolf beside him every minute. "I could feel his heartbeat changing. He's going to wake up soon. We got him dozed but I don't want you kids in here. So what I can say is for you to go to Raven."
Iona felt Timmy flinch but ignored it. "I know her. She's Jez's friend. Right, good. Great! She's smart, isn't she?"
Rashel abruptly nodded, walking towards the door. "Five minutes are over." Timothy and Iona briskly went out, faintly hearing Rashel wish them good luck.
They're going to need it.
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