Part 2
She was gone. Gone! Aubrey threw the glass into the wall, watching it shatter into a million pieces. He didn't understand how it could have happened. The mansion was well-guarded, security was tight.
And yet Viola had escaped!
She had been one of his favourites as well, so pretty, so innocent. And she had run off! He'd given her immortality, and this was how she repaid him?
"The security cameras show that no one could have gotten out without being noticed."
Aubrey turned to the door, looking at the two beautiful girls there, one tall, with a wild mane of raven hair, cascading around her slender shoulders. Her male pale skin was emphasized by the darkness of her hair and leather outfit. She was well built without being overly muscular. He had given her the name of Bellona after he'd changed her - a goddess of war. From what culture, he'd forgotten. She had been pleased for him to change her. She at least was more grateful than Viola.
Viola he had named for one of his favourite Shakespeare characters from *Twelfth Night*.
When he found people he liked and brought them into his world, he made sure they had decent names *he* liked. He made them forget who they had been before.
"So how the hell did she get out?" he demanded furiously.
The second girl, a petite and stunning blonde was like a fairy tale princess. Her skin was the colour of the camellia flower, for which she bad been named.
"We're still trying to figure that out," she answered. "We think she might have enlisted the help of a witch, maybe used a glamour spell."
Aubrey scowled, glaring. How could she have gotten the help of a witch? There weren't any in the mansion. She must have some sort of link with the outside.
He turned to face Bellona and Camilla. "Find her," he ordered. "I don't care how you do it, how long it takes, find the ungrateful bitch and bring her back where she belongs."
With their orders, they left. They wouldn't fail him. Viola belonged with him. She just needed to be reminded of that.
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She was gone. Gone! Aubrey threw the glass into the wall, watching it shatter into a million pieces. He didn't understand how it could have happened. The mansion was well-guarded, security was tight.
And yet Viola had escaped!
She had been one of his favourites as well, so pretty, so innocent. And she had run off! He'd given her immortality, and this was how she repaid him?
"The security cameras show that no one could have gotten out without being noticed."
Aubrey turned to the door, looking at the two beautiful girls there, one tall, with a wild mane of raven hair, cascading around her slender shoulders. Her male pale skin was emphasized by the darkness of her hair and leather outfit. She was well built without being overly muscular. He had given her the name of Bellona after he'd changed her - a goddess of war. From what culture, he'd forgotten. She had been pleased for him to change her. She at least was more grateful than Viola.
Viola he had named for one of his favourite Shakespeare characters from *Twelfth Night*.
When he found people he liked and brought them into his world, he made sure they had decent names *he* liked. He made them forget who they had been before.
"So how the hell did she get out?" he demanded furiously.
The second girl, a petite and stunning blonde was like a fairy tale princess. Her skin was the colour of the camellia flower, for which she bad been named.
"We're still trying to figure that out," she answered. "We think she might have enlisted the help of a witch, maybe used a glamour spell."
Aubrey scowled, glaring. How could she have gotten the help of a witch? There weren't any in the mansion. She must have some sort of link with the outside.
He turned to face Bellona and Camilla. "Find her," he ordered. "I don't care how you do it, how long it takes, find the ungrateful bitch and bring her back where she belongs."
With their orders, they left. They wouldn't fail him. Viola belonged with him. She just needed to be reminded of that.
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