“Stefan? Will you talk to me?”
He didn't acknowledge my mental questions. His eyes sunglass covered eyes were fixed on the back of Adolfo's head. He was as still as a statue. A deadly, beautiful statue that had a case of nervous fingers.
I tried again. “Stefan.”
“Josephine.”
“You need to talk to me. I have no idea what's going on. Your vision has black spots and blurs. What does that mean?”
Watching as he swallowed heavily, the thick muscles in his neck tightened. “You need to stay out of my mind, vackra.”
“Really, Stefan? Hello, pot and kettle. Have you met? You're inside my mind constantly. Explain the 'variables', please.”
An arched eyebrow indicated his humorous surprise at my mental gibe. “There are things that I cannot see. If a person involved changes their mind, it changes the vision. You know this, Josephine.”
Sighing heavily, I turned my head back to stare straight ahead. I noticed Adolfo's sunglass covered eyes glancing at me in the rear view mirror. For a brief moment I was tempted to have a 'Lukas moment' and stick my tongue out at him. He was a pompous jerk and he'd betrayed Stefan's trust. I could feel my temper flaring and the heat spreading across my face. Stefan's hand tightened on my thigh in response to my thoughts, his responding mental chuckle breaking the tension of the moment.
“You really need to stay out of my mind, Romeo. What is Adolfo's talent besides being a gigantic asshole?”
Stefan cleared his throat to hide his laugh. “His talent is useful in finding vampires. He is particularly adept at locating vampires that do not want to be found.”
The magnitude of his words hit me like a sledgehammer. For over 900 years, he'd been a vampire that didn't want to be found. He'd traveled and been able to fade into obscurity even though he worked for the Administrative Board. Prior to meeting me, he would be called to complete an assigned task and when he was finished, his life of anonymity could resume. Did he regret finding and choosing to be with me since he'd previously lived so privately? I was putting him squarely in the spotlight of a life he didn't really like or want.
“Josephine, I have no regrets being with you. I love you eternally. I have spent 200 years searching for you. This is one of those minor details that we deal with and move on from. Do not worry about this.”
He'd obviously been listening to my internal dialogue again since he'd answered my mental thoughts. I was getting ready to answer when I looked up to see us pulling up to a private airport hangar. Stefan finally turned to look at me, a tentative smile on his face. He intertwined our fingers, opening the car door and pulled me out behind him. We walked quickly to the unmarked jet, climbing the steps to enter the plane. Quickly scanning the interior, I noticed it was equipped with six leather seats, a small seating area with a kitchenette and a room I assumed was the bathroom.
“What about our luggage?” I asked, my voice sounding loud after the quietness of our non-verbal mental conversation.
Stefan led me to the two seats in the back of the plane, his thumb rubbing against the top of my hand. His mouth spread into a thin-lipped smile as he removed his sunglasses with his free hand, placing them on his lap carelessly.
“Adolfo can take care of it. It is the least he can do.” Stefan's voice was severe and cold as he spoke of the vampire that had not yet entered the small plane.
I considered the tone of Stefan's voice for a moment. Something wasn't right with this whole situation. Stefan could see the futures of vampires, so why hadn't he foreseen Adolfo betraying him? Was this one of the black spots in his vision?
“Possibly. It is something I am unaccustomed to encountering. There is another party involved that I cannot see or that continues to change their mind, vackra.”
Adolfo entered the plane, removing his own sunglasses and walking slowly down the aisle to sit in the seat across the aisle from us. His arrogance from earlier in the morning was gone. He seemed almost regretful as he began to speak to us, his eyes downcast.
“Stefan, I understand why you're angry with me. I didn't mean for this to happen when I was doing my research. One of the members of the Administrative Board found out and demanded you both appear. I had no choice in the matter,” he said, his heavily accented voice broke off in apology. “I'd rather not fly twenty plus hours to come here, then another twenty hours back to serve as your escort.”
“It is irrelevant at this point. I specifically asked you to be discreet, Adolfo. How is a member of the Administrative Board finding out about your inquiries being discreet?” Stefan seethed, anger flashing across his face. His other hand was gripping the arm rest of the chair so tightly I could hear the metal groan in displeasure under the pressure of his grasp.