The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness novel Chapter 17

~ ENRIQUE ~

“I don’t like the fact we have a royal in the cells.” Carlos sighs as he sips his mojito.

“Neither do I. The United Kingdom might be small, but they’re powerful. I don’t think we want to piss off the Lycan King.” Jose adds quietly, his voice blending with the thudding of the music in the club.

We’re down at Jewels because today had just been too fucking much, and I needed a break. But even while I’m here all I can think of is her.

Even Jose isn’t having any fun, which is not normal for him, but Carlos doesn’t make fun of either of us either. Seems no one is themselves today. Even my fucking wolf is irritating the fuck out of me with his restlessness.

We sit here staring, unseeing, at the distractions down below that seem to be rather dull tonight.

“She’s no royal in my eyes,” I reply arrogantly, thinking of the woman who reminds me of a princesa right out of a storybook with that hair and those curves.

“Yet you call her Princesa.” Jose mocks.

I exhale slowly, “Cabrón?”

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Shut it.”

They both snicker.

“Don’t you like a woman with light hair?” Carlos asks.

“And those curves… no?” Jose adds.

“I also like to kill. Want to be next on my list?” I counter, making them smirk, but the light-hearted humour dies away, and we all become sombre. “Why have we still not found who took her passport and her bag from that night? How can there be no footage of where that all went down? Where has she been living whilst she’s been here? Jose… it’s not like you to be so inefficient. I want those answers.”

“I’ll get them, I promise.” He lowers his head apologetically.

“She must have come here for a reason. It’s been three days since being down there, but not once has she asked to be let out.” I muse, taking a gulp of my drink and glaring down at the lights below.

“Hmm, maybe she likes you and it’s her way of winning you over,” Carlos suggests.

I scoff, remembering the little chica who reminded me of a doll back then. Long hair, cute, innocent… I frown, feeling my irritation rise.

“Let’s get out of here. Luis will be landing here by the end of the week. That’s more crap to deal with,” I mutter as I stand up and take out another cigarette, lighting it. I’ve had far too many today.

“That’s pretty soon… why the change?” Jose asks, now frowning.

“Why don’t you ask him when he comes? Maybe you can both have a fucking chat over some Tembleque?” I ask sarcastically as we head out of the club.

“Very amusing. We all know Luis is a jerk.”

“With allies I can use once his land is mine,” I remark as I get into the passenger seat and Carlos gets into the driver’s seat. I fall silent after that, deep in thought. Why am I restless?

Do I go down there? Ask her what will get her to leave?

She’s come here, but I don’t want her around when Luis and his daughter - whatever her name is, are here. The past is something I have kept hidden, and she is someone who knows more than I want anyone to know.

No, I refuse to acknowledge her in any way. I will continue to ignore her… but can I?

We reach the packhouse and I head to the kitchen, feeling like something to eat. These cigarettes just aren’t cutting it now.

It’s late and I’m glad not many are around, and the kitchen is completely empty. There’s a large walk-in fridge and there’s an entire section in there that no one will touch as it is specifically for me, and I do dislike people touching my things…

The cook always makes sure that my juices, shakes, fruit, and an array of prepped meals are always well stocked up. Alongside the meals that contain plenty of protein for when I train late, not wanting to disturb the staff in the middle of the night, there is also a selection of desserts available for me to eat at all times.

I scan the shelf of desserts, about to grab one when I pause, frowning as I look at the tray, it’s emptier than usual… My frown deepens as I scan the fridge, even yesterday, I felt that the dessert tray looked a little emptier than usual, but thought perhaps the cook was busy, but two days in a row?

Something isn’t right…

I unscrew the lid from the glass jar of my favourite custard and my frown deepens, my eyes flashing with irritation. There, to the side, I can see the little streak of someone having a sneaky taste. I slam the jar back on the shelf, growling.

I will find the cabrón who stole my desserts and make them run a thousand fucking laps in the damn sun!

Glancing back at the shelf, I frown.