Property of a Gordon

Chapter Thirty (Snowflake)

"I'm not here to sit and wait on you. Leave!" Lance snapped, not giving in. He wasn't going to make this easy.

"Look, I'll do anything you want. Just answer my question," I offered, and his eyes processed the idea before he sighed.

He opened his door only to step outside and close it. He was willing to work with me, but he didn't want me anywhere near his room. But I could deal with that.

"Ask," Lance said shortly, crossing his arms.

"Alright. You worked last night?" I asked, pleased when he nodded. So I had been given truthful information from the other guards.

"Did you notice anything . . . unusual?" I asked casually, watching as his blank face lit up after a moment.

"You mean the Prince sneaking into your room?" Lance supplied, an eyebrow raised. I only rolled my eyes.

"Yes, but why was he in my room?" I said, trying to avoid whatever joke he had in mind for me.

Lance looked up at the ceiling in thought before shrugging. "I can't say for sure because I'm not on the best terms with the Prince anymore. But it sounded like you were having a nightmare. You started screaming, the joining door slammed shut, and then you weren't screaming. He left around the end of my shift to attend to other business," he explained, and now I was the one lost in thought.

I didn't remember any of that at all. But I did remember my hellish nightmares halting halfway through. It had always been the same thing but terrified me each and every time. However, last night it hadn't played through its full course.

Despite his anger at me, Kendall had still come into my room and attempted to comfort me. It was the strangest, yet the sweetest thing someone had done for me. No one had ever deflected my fears from me in my life, not even my parents. They'd only encouraged me to conquer them alone.

Kendall had done so without care, and I could never express to him how much that mere action meant to me.

"Other business?" I asked absentmindedly. It was probably where I could find Kendall right now.

"He's executing punishment for a werewolf who failed to show him respect," Lance answered, and my eyes flashed, any feeling for Kendall leaving.

"Thank you," I growled through my teeth, hoping I was wrong. If it was Nolan, I would kill the bastard.

I started to leave, but Lance cleared his throat, looking as if I was forgetting something important.

"The favor?" He said and I sighed. I didn't have time for this right now.

"Can't this wait?" I pleaded and he frowned, but shook his head.

"Would you just put in a good word for me? I hate this job. I'd rather be protecting the Prince like you," Lance asked and I nodded. It would be hard to do if I got my hands around Kendall's neck, of course.

We went our ways and I gladly left that part of the palace, savoring how much quieter it was. I had started to where I assumed Kendall was holding Nolan but was quickly stopped by the sound of someone whistling at me.

"Sexy even when you're storming around angrily. How do you do it?"

I glanced over to see Calyx smirking at me, and Cayne giving him an unamused look. Judging by the suitcases they held, they were getting ready to leave.

"Shut it, Calyx. Are you leaving already?" I asked, the last half directed towards Cayne.

He gave me a smile and nodded. "Unfortunately, we must return to our own lives. Would you be a dear and escort us out?"