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Chapter 8: Dirty Tricks

I looked at him closely, black hair that went to his shoulders that covered half his face, but his eye under his hair peeking out. He wasn't looking at Reid. He had a death glare on me. His glare made me paralyze with fear.

I found myself being dragged towards this death glare. I tried to stop it, but Reid was oblivious, he was busy calling over to him.

"Hey, Jordan!" he called over.

Jordan didn't move when we got to him. It was a dark corner of the airport. "Kerry," he snarled.

I wanted to run, now. I swallowed hard. "Oh. God." I said slowly. I tried to get out of Reid's grip, but he wouldn't let up. I was in a panicked state, trying to find a way out of this nightmare, when I hand shot out and grasped my chin. Jordan jerked my head to the side. I'm surprised my neck didn't snap right there. I'm surprised I'm not dead yet.

With his other hand, he brushed my hair away from my neck with his fingertips. Chills went up my spine.

He growled, releasing me. "And what else did you do, Reid?" he strained his name.

"Hey, it's not like she was trying to throw me off or anything." Reid defended.

"I asked," Jordan said, gritting his teeth, holding back anger, "What else?"

"Mile high club," Reid said smugly, smirking.

That's when Jordan grabbed Reid's shirt collar, shoving his against the wall. I was released and jumped back.

"I told you," Jordan growled lowly, tightening his grip, "To get on the plane with Kerry Nowicki and make sure she leaves with you."

"What?" I asked shocked.

"Now how am I supposed to do that without not doing anything?"

"You mean just like I told you too?"

"Though she knew what I was instantly; I could tell. She had that connection." Jordan growled. "She thought I was you."

Jordan slammed him into the wall. "Michel?" I whispered. Jordan jerked his head towards me, piercing a glare. I stared right back at him. He jerked his head back toward Reid.

He growled at Reid sternly, "That was a dirty trick, Reid."

"It's how I play," he replied smugly.

"You knew not to touch her, yet you did." He growled lowly.

"If you really wanted her, you could have went and got her yourself. But I'm surprised you let a human live with our secret. She could have blabbed."

"But she didn't."

"You don't know that. You didn't see her memories."

At that, Jordan threw Reid to the ground and grabbed me, pushing me against the wall and placing a hand on my throat.

"Michel!" I gasped startled. His touch was so familiar. The way he looked at me, studying me to watch out for my stupidity was there. His piercing stare went right through me. The way he was looking at me reminded me of how he looked at me from Regina's. Did he really think I told someone?

"Did you?" he asked me in a deadly tone.

"Did I…what?" I got lost I thought. His eyes showed exasperation. It was Michel. He is Michel.

"I watched you for a year," he said sternly, "I made sure nothing was going on, and then I left. Did you or did you not tell anyone?"

"You followed me?" I whispered, looking away, but he grabbed my chin and jerked my head to look at him. He looked at me, gauging a response. "Oh…God no, Michel. I would never do that."

"Good," he said in a threatening tone.

His grip eased up on my chin and his other hand slipped from my throat. He looked over at Reid who was now standing up, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I shouldn't even welcome you to my home here," Michel snarled.

"She's just a human. So we fucked and I sucked." He shrugged his shoulders, "You hadn't marked her. You have no claim over her," Reid stated the facts calmly.

"And that's why I sent you…When I found out you were going to Tokyo and that she was…I thought I could trust you on getting onto the same flight as her and guide her out to me."

"I'm sorry," I squeaked, "But this is going a little fast and me just standing here…you pretending and talking about me like I'm not here…It's not working for me," I practically squeaked and my voice was hard to hear. Thank goodness vampires had good hearing. They both stared at me for a moment. "I really thought he was you…" I said after a moment of silence.

Michel sighed after a moment of looking at me, "We've gotta go before it's time for sun-up." Michel grabbed my wrist. He was cold; it seeped through my skin and made me shiver. He growled at Reid as he walked by him, dragging me with him.

I soon realized that we were headed for the baggage claim area. And I did find myself staring at the conveyer belt, looking for my two suitcases. Michel still had hold of my wrist, not easing on his grip. Damn. I had sex with the wrong vampire.