Gideon was tempted to ask his king to speak with Brant himself, but he swallowed back the request. He needed to stand tall and face Brant. The decision had already been made, he and Zane would show a united front.
Gideon nodded once. “Can we go now?” He was eager to go and see Jenna, to tell her the good news.
Zane turned his wrist and looked at his watch. “There is one quick errand I need to run. Come with me. I will make it quick. From there we can go and see Brant and then you can go and see your female. I’m sure you’re desperate to be with her.”
Gideon was still grinning. He didn’t think anything could wipe the smile from his face.
Chapter 12
There was the sound of heavy footfalls. Jenna pushed her mostly uneaten breakfast to the side.
“What’s got you so upset?” Julie asked. She was smiling…beaming was probably a more apt description, considering she’d just spent the night with Lance. Jenna had warned her, he was the kind of male that got around. A player in the first degree. He had probably slept with half the women in the program. Just because he had sex with Julie, gave her multiple orgasms, did not mean that he would pick her as a mate. In fact, the opposite was probably true. He would end up picking one of the women he had yet to conquer.
Jenna shrugged. “I guess I’m not excited about going home tomorrow.” She lied. It was a little white one. She didn’t want Julie, or anyone else, to know about what was going on between her and Gideon. She was so worried about what the outcome would be after talking with the kings. The last thing she wanted was for him to end up in the dungeon. Her mouth turned dry at the thought of having to go back out there. To fend for herself.
More than anything, she dreaded being separated from him. Even if only for a few days.
The sound of footfalls grew louder. A murmur rose up in the dining hall.
Jenna turned to the source of the commotion. Three vampire guards had entered the room. It was strange, because they all seem to be focused on her.
Then realization hit.
Maybe it wasn’t so strange after all. She and Gideon had been involved in illegal activities. Gideon had warned her that their relationship would be seen as wrong and forbidden by the vampire species. Maybe they were going to throw her in the dungeon alongside Gideon. Now that she thought about it, she hoped that’s what would happen. She’d be safe and close to the man she loved.
Jenna rose to her feet, just as they sidled up to the table. “Jenna Darcy?” The nearest one said, looking down at her.
She swallowed hard and nodded once.
“You need to come with us.” Two of the guards moved to stand on each side of her. They each gripped an elbow like they meant business.
“What’s going on?” Julie’s eyes were wide in her skull. Her face looked pale. She stood up, her chair scraping on the floor behind her.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jenna said.
“Too late. I am worried.” Julie took a step around the table.
“No, you stay here. I’ll be okay I promise. Good luck with…” Jenna smiled. “You know who. Just in case I don’t see you in time, I hope you make it into the next round.”
Julie shook her head. “Where are you going? Why won’t you be here? Please tell me what’s going on?”
Jenna shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Julie looked at each of the guards in turn before nodding her head. “Okay. I’ll see you soon?” It was definitely posed as a question.
Jenna nodded her head. “Definitely. Good luck!”
“You too.” She frowned. “Although, I think you’re going to need it more than me.”
“Let’s go.” They began to move in the direction of the door. Except, instead of heading towards the exit, they moved towards the stairs.
“Where are you taking me?” She could hear that her voice sounded a little panicked. She had expected to be taken to the kings or for Gideon to have come for her. Why were they taking her up to the rooms? “Are you taking me to pack? Do I need to stay in my room?”
“Stop with the questions, female,” the lead guard growled. She was forced to stare at the back of his head because he didn’t turn around. Instead, he marched up the stairs. Taking them two at a time. The guards practically lifted her from the floor by her elbows, they made quick work of the stairs.
“Tell me what’s going on.” She could hear that her voice sounded a little shrill but couldn’t help it. “Please,” she added when they didn’t respond.
The guards ignored her, continuing their march, stopping when they reached her room. The guard in the front used a key card to unlock the door. They entered her suite. She heard the door click behind them.