Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Manhattan, New York

“You know what would be fun?” Angelina asked in a sultry whisper as she slowly dropped to her knees, making sure that she gave him a tantalizing view of her large breasts as she went.

“What’s that?” Cyrus murmured as he took a sip of the hundred-year-old whiskey that he’d picked up last year when he’d visited Scotland on a whim.

“Going to Paris for the weekend,” she said with a teasing smile as she placed her hands on his knees and slowly slid them over his thighs.

“And why would that be fun?” Cyrus asked, watching as Angelina’s smile became knowing as she slid one talented hand over the bulge between his legs, knowing exactly what he liked.

“Because I’ll let you do that thing that you like,” she said, gently squeezing his hard cock through his pants.

“You’ll let me do that anyway,” Cyrus told her, placing his glass on the table next to him only to find himself looking at a ghost.

“I thought you wanted to play,” came the disappointed murmur that brought Cyrus’s attention back to the woman rubbing his deflated cock through his pants and-

It was too soon.

“You need to go,” Cyrus said, grabbing Angelina by her arms and dragged her to her feet, his panicked gaze never leaving the large man making his way across the living room. He never should have stayed in New York, Cyrus realized, swallowing hard as his gaze flickered to the closed door behind them, looking for the team of shifters and demons that he paid a fortune to protect him, but one look at the man watching him told him that they weren’t coming.

“What are you talking about? I just got here,” Angelina said with a look that told him that he would pay for this later, but at the moment, he didn’t care.

“You’ve gotta go,” Cyrus said, giving her a push towards the door only to watch as the expression on her face went from angry to confused, and finally, settled on desire when she locked eyes on the man that Cyrus hadn’t seen in thirty years.

His Master.

“Who’s this?” Angelina asked, her voice a sultry whisper as she took in the man sitting down on the leather couch across from them, noting everything from his perfectly combed blond hair, bright green eyes, chiseled good looks, to expensively tailored clothes.

“Get out,” Cade said, his angry gaze never leaving Cyrus, only to allow his eyes to flash red when Angelina didn’t move fast enough. It was enough to send her running while Cyrus sat there, struggling not to do the same.

“Where’s my daughter?” Cade asked in a deceptively calm voice that sent terror racing down Cyrus’s spine as his gaze flickered towards the door even though he knew that it was already too late.

Swallowing hard, Cyrus said, “She took her trust fund and left.”

“Try again,” Cade drawled, leaning back against the leather couch, his gaze never leaving Cyrus’s as he waited for the words that would seal his fate.

“She died,” Cyrus managed to get out, letting his shoulders drop as he averted his gaze. “After you left, she started complaining about her head hurting. By the time that I was able to bring her to the emergency room, it was too late. There wasn’t anything that they could do,” Cyrus said, finishing on a heavy sigh before adding, “I’m sorry, Master.”

Cyrus forced himself to sit there, waiting for Cade to say something. When he still didn’t say anything after a few minutes, Cyrus swallowed hard as he looked up.

“Do you really think that I would have left my child if there was any chance that she was hurt?” Cade bit out, his green eyes turning red as he stood up and-

“She’s alive!” She’s alive!” Cyrus screamed as he pushed himself up and scrambled over the top of the couch only to gasp in pain when Cade wrapped his hand around his throat and kept going, dragging him the rest of the way over the couch, across the room, and slammed him against the wall.

“You left my child unprotected and allowed the fucking humans to have her?” Cade asked, his red eyes shining brighter as Cyrus watched the double set of fangs that had turned him over three centuries ago slide down and-

He knew.

“You left my child to fucking die?” Cade bit out through clenched teeth as he tightened his hold around Cyrus’s neck.

“She was better off with humans,” Cyrus bit out, forcing his trembling hands to stay by his sides, knowing that he would be dead before he could move them.

“I left you to protect the most important thing in my life and you turned her over to the fucking humans?”Cade roared in his face as he pulled him away from the wall and shoved him down on the floor.

“I’m sorry!” Cyrus cried out, quickly moving back, careful never to take his eyes off Cade as he moved.

“Where is she?” Cade asked, slowly stalking him as Cyrus struggled to get to his feet.

“I don’t know!”

“Where’s my daughter?” Cade demanded, grabbing hold of the end table and sent it flying across the room.

“I don’t know!” Cyrus screamed as he stumbled back, wishing that he’d kept a better eye on the little brat over the years. If he’d known that she was going to survive this long, he would have killed her and been done with it, but he didn’t want to take the chance that Cade would find out that he was the one that killed her. She’d been human, incredibly tiny, weak, and should have died long before Cade came back.

“Then you’re no use to me,” Cade said, reaching for him and-

“Kale Quinn!”