From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 Arson

ELOISE.

“I’m coming with you,” I tell Damon, but he’s already shaking his head.

“No.”

“But–”

“No, Ma.” He grabs my chin, which seems to be his new favorite move. “You are not coming. You’re going to the house.” I try to argue, but he pushes my chin up, closing my mouth. “This is part of trusting me. You’re in it with me now, Baby. And there’s no going back. But you need to do what I say when it comes to your safety. You can bitch at me any other time, and we can argue, ar sometimes you’ll win. But not when it comes to keeping you safe.” His grip looses. “Tell me you’ll listen.”

“I’ll listen.”

“Good.” Damon lets go of me completely and steps back, my hands finally dropping from his shirt. “Riley will drive you home.” Ju as he says it, another black SUV pulls up next to us.

Damon moves to the rear door and opens it for me.

I hesitate, glancing at the driver’s profile.

“He’s Sebastian’s second. He’s solid. And he knows that he, and everyone he’s ever met, would die a horrible, painful death if anything happened to you while he’s in charge.”

I swear I see the guy shake his head, like this isn’t the first time he’s been threatened by his bosses, and it makes me feel a little more comfortable.

“So, is the whole kill everyone you know threat just your usual/go-to? I thought I was special.” I try not to smile as I tease my husband.

Damon narrows his eyes, “Get in the other vehicle, Mama.”

He said he’d be right behind me. But based on how far away the hail is from here, he’s gonna be at least another thirty minutes.

Covering another yawn, I decide to stop fighting sleep.

I’ve already changed back into my pajamas I took off when Damon woke me up a few hours ago. And I don’t care if the sun is going to rise in an hour. I pulled the blackout curtains shut in preparation for my plan to sleep through most of the day Leaving the side lamp on for Damon, I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.

My body is aching in all the right ways, and I settle onto the mattress with thoughts of my husband floating through my mind.

DAMON.

Even in the dark, I can see that smoke is still rising from the roof of the small building.

With a sigh, I slow to a stop and park along the curb at the end of the block. It’s not like I thought our guy was lying, but part of me was hoping that maybe it was just a little fire. Some outlet catching. Normally, I’d think the Lockwoods were behind this, but a

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it to not want to do it again because of this.

A pair of firetrucks is still parked outside the building, along with other emergency vehicles, but all the lights are off, and the fire is out, so clearly the main event is over.

I take the time to finally button up my shirt as I exit my Suburban and do a glance at my hands for blood.

Tony’s pants kept the initial blood spray pretty under wraps, and I don’t see anything on me, so I’m calling it good.

I head toward two firefighters who are leaning against the back of one of the trucks chatting.

The taller one spots me first, and he stands up straight. “You can’t go in there.”

I glance at the brick building covered in char marks, with all the windows broken out, and an interior that’s unrecognizable from a few days ago, and lift a brow. “No, shit.” I don’t stop until I’m right in front of them, then I hold out my hand. “Damon Black.”

I don’t often name-drop, but most people in this city have at least heard of me, and it opens mouths.

“Oh, my King.” They both bowed. “Did you own the place, my King?”

1 debate saying yes, just to speed it along, but it’d be a stupid lie to get caught up in.

“No,” I slide my hands into my pockets, staying casual. “But my wife was about to have an event here and she’s friends with the owners. Told me to come make sure everything is okay. You know how wives are.”

When Guy Two rolls his eyes, followed by a derogatory muttering of women, I have to remind myself that it won’t be worth it to punch a firefighter in the face.

“Mine’s the same way,” Guy One says with a nod. “But there was no one here, so no one got hurt. And, as far as we can tell, the place was empty. No signs of anything, just the decor was ruined. Which is good for the insurance companies.”

I grunt, “That’s good. Any clue how it started?”

“Arson.” Guy Two rocks back on his heels.

“You can tell already?”

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“Yeah. Whoever did it, didn’t try to make it look like anything other than arson.” When I lift my brows, he continues. “Best we can tell so far, the guy, or whoever, poured gasoline around the exterior of the building, flooded the floor inside with it, and even splashed it around the doorways. Then,” he points to the building adjacent to the hall, “he pours a line of gasoline all the way to the far side over there. Presumably, that’s where he was when he lit the trail. Probably trying to protect himself behind the other building in case the ignition blew something up. But everything was electric in the place, no natural gas appliances or anything like that. So it would’ve been intense, and hot, but no explosions.”

Something…Something he’s saying…

I take a step back.

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