Chapter Ten
Third Person POV
Makayla didn't know how to react. She was completely dumbfounded by what Crowley had just told her. For the first time since accepting his deal, she actually felt like she'd married the demon. So, she did the first thing that came to her mind. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with all she had. Crowley was only taken off guard for a moment, but wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back.
"Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me." she whispered when she pulled away. Crowley smiled at her and ran his thumb across her cheek bone. "I was hoping you might be feeling elated." he told her, smiling to himself when she closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. "Well then, you have no idea how elated I am." she corrected herself with a small laugh.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Makayla wasn't sure how long they stayed in the mountains, but she did know that by the time they arrived back at the mansion, she'd become extremely close to Crowley and now felt completely comfortable around him; not caring that he was a demon anymore, even sometimes forgetting that fact.
"That was wonderful!" Makayla exclaimed, causing Crowley to chuckle. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, love." he told her, wrapping an arm around Makayla's waist as they walked down the stone pathway in the garden. "You never did tell me what possessed you to have a spontaneous vacation." Makayla said after a moment of comfortable silence, looking up at Crowley.
Crowley looked down at her and smirked. "I thought you might like a break away from all the drama that'd happened in the short span of one day." he told her, giving her a light squeeze. "Not to mention, the break will be nice before school starts again." he added, grinning when she made a face. "Don't remind me about school." she complained. Crowley smiled and giving her another squeeze.
They stopped in their tracks when, what Makayla assumed was a demon dresses in a suit and tie, popped in front of them, blocking their path. "My apologies for bothering you, sir, but there's an issue down in Hell." he said, addressing Crowley, nodding to Makayla. "What sort of issue, Markus?" Crowley asked, his voice bordering on concerned. "A couple hundred souls have gone missing. There's no record of where they've gone, sir." Markus explained and Crowley nodded.
Markus nodded to Makayla again before vanishing. Crowley turned to Makayla and look down at her. "I should probably check things out. I'll be back later tonight." he told her, leaning down to place a light kiss on her lips before blinking out of view. Makayla stood there for a moment, deciding what her next course of action should be when someone popped up behind her. "Mrs. Collins." Markus said when Makayla turned around to see who it was.
"Mrs?" Makayla asked, raising an eyebrow. Markus' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Are you not the king's mate?" he asked confused and a little terrified. "No...I mean...I have no idea anymore. Am I considered his mate?" Makayla babbled, feeling a little uncomfortable talking about anything like this with anyone but Crowley himself. "My apologies, ma'am. His majesty sent me to keep an eye on you. A body guard of sorts." Markus explained and Makayla nodded in understanding.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Makayla ended up waiting the entire night for Crowley to come back, but was disappointed and a little worried when he didn't come home. Markus had left about half an hour ago to check on the king and hadn't returned since. Makayla fell onto her bed and sighed. Even if they were in trouble, what could she do to help them. She was just a human who knew barely anything about the supernatural side of the world.
Makayla jumped when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket.
Arching a little off the bed, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, feeling her heart flutter at the thought that it might be Crowley giving her an update. She froze when she saw who the text was from.
I was wondering if you would talk with me. I want to apologize about how I reacted the last time I saw you and I don't feel right about how we parted. We grew up together, Kayla, and I don't want to lose my best friend and cousin. Please take my offer into consideration.-Charlie
Makayla sat frozen in her spot, looking at the text dumbfounded. At that point, Makayla wanted Crowley there for advice more than ever. Makayla decided that she'd let it sit for the night and then talk to Crowley in the morning.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Makayla walked into the dining room the next morning and stopped dead in her tracks. Crowley was no where to be found and there was no sign that he'd been there at all. She turned around and headed down the hall. She knocked on the study door and waited, opening it when there was no answer. Looking inside, there was no one there. Leaning on the door jam, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair in exasperation.
"Where could he be?" she asked herself. She walked into the study and sat down at his desk chair, deciding she needed to think. Maybe he hadn't come home last night. Maybe he had come home and then left before she got up. Maybe she was overanalyzing this and should just leave Crowley to his work. Deciding on the last, she pulled out her phone and started a text message.
I got your text last night and I've thought long and hard about your proposition. I'll meet you at that little coffee shop we used to go to when you were in high school in about an hour.-Makayla
Makayla slipped her phone back into her pocket and stood up from the desk.
A/N: Yay, update, now R&R or I'll screech at you for eight hours this time!