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Did she have any idea what Maxim actually was? Vladik doubted it, or otherwise she wouldn't have gone with Anton so obediently. He had taken her phone in order to hack it for information, but perhaps it could be useful in other ways.
The bathroom door opened again, and Zori appeared, dressed in a long satin robe. Fuck, she was beautiful. She glided to her door and opened it. Vladik's claws squeezed the wall again as a woman in scrubs came in. He needed to know what was going on.
Vladik pushed aside his mental shields and reached out with his sensitive hearing. It took a moment, but he finally tuned out the sounds of traffic and noise around him and focused his attention on the two women.
"You ran away again? Please tell me it was worth it and you met someone handsome,"the nurse said. She pulled a kit from her bag that Vladik recognized. It was for taking blood. What the fuck was going on?
"I did actually. He was so gorgeous, Nina. Tall and big and kissed like the devil. I was really enjoying myself until Anton turned up,"Zori replied.
A part of Vladik warmed. He was glad she had enjoyed their too brief encounter. He watched as the nurse began to fill vials of blood, one after the other. He wanted to burst through the glass and rip the nurse away from her. When she was finished, she gave Zori some pills and watched her swallow them.
"It was nice not to be the dying girl for a night," Zori said, her voice sad again.
Panic flashed hot through him. What did she mean by dying?! He had smelled no sickness on her, only something that seemed to dampen the scent of her magic.
"You are not dying yet, little one. Maxim's special medicine will make sure you never go mad like your mother did. Don't let the memories of this place get to you,"Nina replied before wishing her good night and leaving Zori alone once more.
Vladik didn't know what was happening, but he wanted nothing more than to go to her, hold her, and never let anyone touch her again.
Zori got up and walked to the windows, her arms wrapped tight about herself. For a moment, she looked right at him, and his heart pounded.
Yes, I'm here. I'm watching over you, he reached out to her telepathically. He met a blurred wall around her mind, and the mystery of her only grew.
Vladik waited until she had gone to bed before he shifted once more and pulled out his phone. He needed advice, and badly. He called the one person that might know how he could handle the mess he was now in.
"Vladislav, what are you doing calling me at this hour?" a grumpy voice answered the phone.
"Apologies, Aleksandr, but I've had the strangest night, and I need help," Vladik replied.
"Spit it out then, boy. Is it about Maxim? Did you find a way in?"
"Maybe, but not one that I expected." Vladik told his clan leader all about Zori and all the puzzle pieces he had about her. "I don't understand. She was wearing a necklace from home."
"Holy fucking shit, she lives," Aleksandr said, his breath coming out in a whoosh.
"She who? What are you talking about? Who is Zori?" Vladik demanded.
"I need to talk to Irina before I can answer that. You have stumbled upon a fucking miracle. Stay in your human form and be ready for our call. I need to go and wake her up and hope she doesn't blast me into oblivion," Aleksandr replied and hung up the phone.
Worry tightened Vladik's stomach into knots. What the fuck did Aleksandr mean by a miracle? This was shaping up to be the weirdest night ever. He had wanted a one-night stand and then a quiet evening in his loft. Standing in the snow, staring at a building with the lights out, wasn't part of his plan, but then, Zori hadn't been either.
He wanted to fly closer and check she was sleeping peacefully but couldn't risk it. Maxim was avolhvof Chernobog, and every part of the building was warded up the ass. Vladik knew because he'd checked and double-checked for a weakness in the damn fortress.
Vladik moved to perch on the building closest to Zori's bedroom. The curtains were closed, but he could imagine her naked and tucked up in soft bedding. Would she touch herself and think of him? He was certainly going to fuck himself when he got home to try and get the yearning out of his blood. He needed to think of something else, so he turned his mind back to the blood taking and tablets.
What's wrong with you?He threw the question out telepathically again, trying to test that foggy wall in her mind.
I have a rare brain disease, and I'll die in this gilded cage, her drugged and sleepy voice replied. Vladik's whole body locked up in surprise. Somehow, he'd gotten through to her.
I promise you, you won't be dying there, my puppy.He got no reply, and he cursed in frustration. He paced the rooftop, fighting his beast side that wanted to tear through the walls to get to her and get her out.
Vladik's phone rang, breaking him out of the rage that was choking him.
"Hello, Irina. I'm sorry about the hour," he answered, forcing his tone to politeness. She was their High Priestess of Morana and deserved the respect.
"Vladik, please tell me she's all right?" Irina replied. Her voice held something he'd never heard before. Tears. She was crying.Shit.
"Physically, I think so, but I'm not sure. She thinks she has a brain disease of some kind. Did Aleksandr tell you everything?" Vladik answered. He told her about the brief telepathic link that he'd managed to create. "Who is she, Irina?"
