Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 77: About looks

Kael Dreaven

I pulled open the wardrobe and grabbed a long dark coat. This one had golden cuffs, embroidery at the collar, and a subtle design running along the hem. It was heavier than my usual ones, but it would do. Given that this was supposed to be a party, so appearance matters.

Slipping it on, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the photograph again. Alexandra Dwayne. I stared at her face for a second longer before tucking it away.

Then, crouching down, I pulled out the box from under the bed. The weight of the metal inside was familiar, almost comforting. I ran my fingers over the sleek barrels before picking one up, checking the magazine, then sliding it into the waistband of my pants.

As much as I wanted to press that gun to his fucking head and pull the trigger, I couldn’t.

He knew I couldn’t.

Too much was hanging in the balance. Too many loose ends, too many unanswered questions. Killing him now would be a privilege. A way out. And that was too easy because I wanted more.

I wanted to take everything from him, the things that mattered most, the things he thought he could never lose. The one thing he had been chasing for so long.

And when the time came, I wouldn’t just kill him.

I’d make him crawl first. I’d make him taste his own medicine, every bitter, unbearable drop of it. After all, I’d waited so long.

The moment I stepped out, the two guys were already waiting by the door, just like he said. Betas.

I didn’t bother acknowledging them, just walked past, and they fell into step behind me, following as I headed straight for the garage.

My flying car was right where I left it.

Funny. I didn’t think I’d be using it again this soon. I had flown here in it after our last visit to our son and parked it in his garage, figuring it would sit there for a while. Guess not.

There were two reasons I picked this thing over a regular ride. One, it was fast, ridiculously fast. Two, I had a little showing off to do.

I could already picture it. Flying back to the base, grabbing Kain, and dragging him into the damn thing whether he wanted to or not.

And once we were up there, I’d take him over the sea, soaring above the waves until the only thing beneath us was endless blue.

He’d probably scream at me the whole time, but I knew he’d love it.

I slid into the driver’s seat, the soft hum of the engine kicking in the moment my hand brushed over the console. The Betas climbed into the back without a word, although I had to admit I have this urge to ditch them the second we were airborne. But that wasn’t an option yet.

The garage door slid open, revealing the brightness of sky beyond. With a sharp flick of my wrist, the car lifted off the ground, smoothly.

Yeah, the said masquerade party was supposed to be in the night, but I wasn’t about to waste more of my precious time here.

I leaned back, letting the familiar pull of gravity settle in as I set our course for Grand Dee Hotel.

Alexandra Dwayne.

I pulled the photo from my pocket, glancing at it again. Green eyes, red hair, that sharp, unreadable expression.

And now she was a target.

My jaw tightened. This wasn’t the first time he’d sent me to do his dirty work. And probs wouldn’t be the last.

I adjusted my grip on the controls, gaze set on the skyline ahead.

First, I’d find her.

Then, I’d decide what to do next.

****

I strode past the hotel lobby without sparing a glance at the people lounging around, heading straight for the front desk.

The receptionist, a young lady in a sleek black uniform, barely looked up as I slid my card across the counter. "Two rooms," I said. "One for me. One for my... friends. And preferably, I want one close to the entrance so I can have a view of the city."

Her eyes flicked up, just for a second, "I’m sorry sir but..." the rest of the words died in her throat as she flushed red,

"What is it?" I asked with a smile.

"Nothing sir... it’s just that we don’t have enough rooms left since most of our executive rooms has been booked. But .. I can still find space for two more rooms."

"Really?" I flashed her another of my best smile again and she blushes. Of course, this was among the reasons I usually cared about looks.

"That’s right. Also you can have the one with a good view." She said, nodding quickly and started typing away, while I leaned on the counter, watching the reflection of the chandelier on the marble surface as I waited, she’s probably doing something kind of sketchy there... Maybe switching rooms, but it doesn’t matter as I provided for her the information she needs, of course, none of them were real though. You became a ghost once you entered the base.

She handed me the keys after some moments. "Anything else, sir?"

"Yeah." I pulled out a enough cash, slipping them across with a lazy smile. "Make sure my friends get plenty of booze. The best kind. Keep it flowing."

Her fingers closed over the money smoothly. "Of course. And... If you don’t mind, can I have your... I mean... Never mind,"

It turned out she wasn’t as bold like I thought.

"I will see you around then." I took the keys and headed for the elevators, not bothering to check if the guys were still behind me. They’d be too busy drowning in liquor soon to be my problem.

By the time the party started, I’d be free to move. And that’s all I needed. Because it’ll be quite an handful trying to get to Alexandra and warding off the dogs he sent to keep tabs on me.

***

The receptionist kept to her word, she managed to provide me with a room where I could easily have a view from up here with binoculars. That I had got a while ago with mask and few other material.

I kept close to the window of the room I was in, one hand resting against the cool glass as I watched the steady stream of cars pulling into the hotel’s entrance. Luxury sedans, sleek sports cars, the occasional limo, each one spilling out people dressed to impress. The party was drawing all kinds of guests, but I wasn’t interested in them.

Only Alexandra Dwayne.

I didn’t know what car she’d be arriving in, but she had to be here somewhere. A face like hers can blend into the crowd, but not the hair.

I stayed patient, tracking movement, letting my eyes skim over every woman stepping onto the curb. Too short. Too old. Wrong hair. Wrong build. It wasn’t her.

Hours passed but I just stayed there,

Then something shifted when a black car rolled in, it wasn’t flashy, not the kind of thing you’d expect a model to arrive in. The driver stepped out first, circling to open the passenger door.

And there she was.

Few red strands her gets failed to cover, she was in a black dress hugging her frame, legs crossing smoothly as she slid out of the car. Even without the flashes of the camera, she had that presence. That effortless beauty that made heads turn without her trying.

She didn’t notice me. Didn’t even glance up.

Good.

I stepped back from the window, letting the curtain fall into place. At least, she here now.