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understand and it won’t
happen again.”
    She wanted it to happen again, though.
Again and again and again. She smiled up at him and sighed an
apparently approving sigh. He let go of her and they finally made
their way up to the side of the road, where their car waited
patiently for their return.
    Soon they were back on the road and
silence once again plagued the interior. She watched as the trees
passed them by and he attempted to focus on Amalia, but what Selene
had said crept into his mind. She wanted him and it was nice to be
wanted again.

Chapter 11
    Ram fished his cell phone out of his
pants pocket. The time read 11:30 p.m. He chucked it down on his
mahogany desk and began tapping his fingers nervously. His patience
was growing thin. It was imperative that John bring Alex back to
him. The Immortal had been waiting for Alex to turn for years and
figuring out his purpose in this game would be daunting. The
werewolves were all that stood in his way of finding the Immortal
and obtaining the blood talisman. The Immortal’s team of witches
and werewolves would rather see his people die in the streets than
grant them eternal life. Why one man would be so selfish with
immortality when he could save a whole race of people puzzled
Ram.
    He pushed the little silver balls of
the Newton’s cradle that sat on his desk. They clacked back and
forth together. The ticking was rather soothing. He closed his eyes
for a few moments until he thought to go and check on the asset
motivators. He gathered himself up from his desk and walked along a
corridor from his office. The florescent lights in the hall
annoyingly flickered on and off. He had needed to get someone to
fix that but he had more important matters to attend to at this
very pressing time.
    His heels tapped on the white and grey
tiled floor. They could hear him coming as he rounded the corner.
His keys jingled as he opened the door to the area and he could
hear them whispering and rustling to get to the farthest corner of
their cells. He turned and locked the door behind him. He
approached the first cell to his left and peeked in through the
bars at the top of the door.
    Amalia lay there in her cot, facing
the wall away from the door. Blood stained her clothes and she
hugged herself, not understanding where she was or why she was
there. She picked at the peeling paint on the concrete wall. Her
neck hurt but she had an uncaring attitude about it.
    “ Why am I here?” she asked,
voice shaking.
    She turned to face the rust brown door
with bars at the top. The face on the other side of the door was a
dark one. She couldn’t make out the color of his skin, only the
darkness in his eyes. He seemed tired and irritated.
    “ You’re here for me to
obtain your husband. He put you in danger. You did not have to be
included in this. This is his entire fault.”
    She rose up from her bed and slowly
walked over to the door. She could see his face in a better light.
He was a beautiful man but, he seemed gloomy.
    “ Am I in danger here?” she
asked.
    “ You will be fine as long
as your husband complies,” he answered.
    “ Then why are you here?
Just leave me to be miserable then.”
    “ I like to check on all of
my prisoners,” he lied.
    “ Well, I’m fine, so you can
go now.” She backed away from the door, not turning her eyes off of
him.
    “ Would you like a change of
clothes? I think those have seen better days,” he said as he
brushed the sleeves of his button down shirt as to iron out any
wrinkles. The unkempt look of her bothered him and no female in
here would look as such.
    “ You have female clothes in
your prison?”
    “ I have a wife, so
yes.”
    “ How would you like it
if your wife were
held captive here?”
    “ My wife was held captive here.
For a while.”
    “ Oh. Yes, I will take a
change of clothes. Maybe your wife has good taste. I obviously
can’t say the same for her taste in men.”
    “ Don’t be angry with me, my
dear. I always treat well behaved