Chapter 91: This is Impossible
Sebastian~
The convoy rolled into Vereth at exactly 9:00 p.m., the city lights flickering like a sea of restless fireflies against the night sky. From my seat in the limousine, I watched the towering skyscrapers pass by, my mind heavy with an unsettling weight I couldn’t quite name.
Something was off.
Zane had been acting strange since his conversation with Natalie. He hadn’t said much after the mind call, which was unusual for him. Normally, he’d throw some sarcastic comment my way, tease me about my brooding tendencies, or demand that I stop making the limousine "feel awkward with my ancient vampire humor." But tonight, he’d been stiff, silent—calculating.
When we finally pulled into the gated estate, the guards stationed at the entrance straightened immediately, their postures rigid with fear. Zane’s presence had that effect on people. Mr Cole Lucky was cold, ruthless, and unpredictable. But I knew him better than that.
The car slowed to a stop in front of the mansion—Zane’s home in Vereth. It was an imposing structure, bathed in silver moonlight, with tall gothic windows and black iron gates. The convoy had barely stopped when Fox stretched lazily, cracking his knuckles. "Finally. I was starting to think we were going to live in this car," he muttered, sliding out the door before anyone could respond.
Tiger stepped out without a word. His sharp green eyes scanned the area as if sensing something beyond the ordinary. The way his shoulders tensed made my instincts bristle, but I ignored it.
I moved to say my goodbyes and then run home, already anticipating the quiet solitude of my own house—my sanctuary—when Zane’s voice stopped me cold.
"You’re staying here tonight. No arguments."
I let out a dry laugh. "No arguments? You’re actually telling me what to do now?" I leaned against the car, arms crossed. "Since when do you care where I sleep?"
Zane exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose like he was already exhausted by this conversation. "Since tonight."