Intensity

“Babe, I swear to god he lied.” Felicity cried, latching onto my arm. I had already pulled a shirt on over my head. She was in deep shit and she knew it. Clutching the throw around her body, she maneuvered her way in front of me so that I couldn’t walk away.

“Please, listen to me. Believe me,” she begged, grabbing onto my arm. Gazing down at her with narrowed eyes, I just shook my head and side stepped her.

“Put some clothes on. And get out of here,” I said as I made my way towards the exit, opening and walking through without a glance behind.

It wasn’t really that shocking really. She had always done this type of thing. Lied so that she could get her way. And when it came to Felicity, all she cared about was herself. The narcissistic bitch. And if her mate was on her way here then that caused me problems, a lot of problems.

The first one would be the fact that she smelled of me. Only hours earlier I had been inside her, and when he came for her he would notice the scent. There were only a few things that I could do in preparation for the man; swallow my pride and ask my father for help and let Emmbla stay with Patrick longer. Shockingly, she was in more danger being around me at this moment than being about that bastard. Also I had no idea how I was going to admit to her about what transpired between me and my ex. She trusted me, and I had completely broken her trust, as well as possibly breaking her heart.

Making my way through the corridors of the main house, I headed towards my father’s study. I needed to know all about the upcoming guest that would be arriving. My uncle's were having problems with him, so I knew that my father would jump into the drama. The fact that I also was now a part of it would most likely make him hire people to hunt down the damn guy. And if he was trouble, and heading towards here then that would make my father shake with fury. He would get rid of Felicity, probably demand that she be put to death. Bringing someone to his family home was basically signing your death warrant.

She had been evading getting beheaded for years. Mostly all because of me.

I stopped walking, and leaned against the wall. Letting my head fall back, I looked up to the ceiling. Could I really handle that? Could I really handle letting my father kill her? I just couldn’t seem to handle this. She had already been killed once, so she could transition to become one of us. Do I really want to make her go through that torment and pain again?

“Cullen…” came a soft voice.

Letting my head fall to the side, I watched as the girl that I had just left in my room approach me. Her face streaked red as bloody tears ran down her face.

“Please, can’t we talk about this?” she wept, touching my arm. Not shrugging her away, I let her get closer to me. I had no idea about what I was going to do. It seemed that everyone I got close to lately I had to kill. Father was still pissed about Emmbla. My human girlfriend. I don’t even want to know what he would say about Felicity, and about her mate that was in route to my home. Looking back up to the ceiling, I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say.

“Cullen,” she whispered, leaning into me. “He is lying. I promise. I don’t have a mate. But Patrick does have an enemy.”

Flicking my eyes from the ceiling down to her beautiful face, I straightened myself, and motioned for her to follow me back to my room. A small smile appearing on her face, she followed me, most likely thankful that I never entered my father’s study. When we finally reached my room again, I turned to face her ready for her to start talking.

“His name is Pierre.”