A Curse of Luck (A kidnapped story) (13)

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" Is she your mate?"

" No she's, but I didn't get to finish my sentence because this overwhelming since of panic comes over me, and I hear Whitney, scream my name, but it wasn't out load it was inside my head. I'm out the door in an instant.

God, please let her be okay.


Whitney's (Pov)( After Will went into the room)

I stay sitting at the table where Will had left me. It seems like he's been in there forever though probable only 10 minutes.

Even though I said that I was okay with Will going in there by himself, I'm really not.

To be honest I was getting a little annoyed with him thinking that I couldn't do anything to help, he's underestimating me and I can't stand it.

So I just have to show him I can be very useful. Though I haven't the slightest idea how I'm going to do that, but I will.

But, to be fair I know his hearts in the right place, he knows how dangerous it might get he's just being protective.

Which confuses me, why is he so protective of me we hardly know each other. Maybe its just because I'm a girl, their is no chance that he could actually care for me.

He must feel obligated I mean I did try, the word being "try" to help him get away from the three creepy guys that kidnapped us.

That has to be the reason, which is kind of worse cause he sees me as an obligation.

God, I need to stop over thinking everything, I should just be gratefully he's helping me at all, whatever the reason.

I look around the bar, the place has an old age feel to it.

I look behind the bar and notice some alcohol that I recognize from my world, and some the names I can't even begin to pronounce.

The two men are still at the bar drinking quietly, but no sign of a bartender which is odd right?

They hadn't look over to me even once,which I'm thankful for, they seem harmless enough maybe they're human.

It's still hard to wrap my head around being in a different world that's full of creatures I cant even begin to imagine.

Also in the back of my mind is that fact that I was told I have demon genes, that I'm not fully human.

I mean I feel normal, not that I would know what being a demon feels like, or if its even different then how I'm feeling.

Now I'm starting to get a headache from all this thinking, but maybe I'll ask Will what it feels like as stupid as it sounds.

I hope Will's okay and that everything works out so we can get as many miles between us and that auction house for lack of an official name.

Which turns my thoughts to Fran. I hope no one found out she helped us I have a feeling them not finding us yet has a lot to do with Fran helping. I have no idea how or what she did or is doing, but I will be forever grateful to her who knows where I would be, mostly likely a slave to a sick pervert of some sort.

I'm trying my best not to let my mind wonder to my family, or I will start bawling my eyes out.

Which I honestly don't have the energy for, and I definitely don't want anyone especially Will to see me cry or know I cried. I know it's not really a sign a weakness that everyone crys. It's just how I am, it's what I have always done.

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