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"No," I said. "It's not just like that. First, I want my phone back." He opened his mouth to comment, but I held up my hand and he shut his mouth again. "You're going to give me my damn phone back and that's all there is to it. Then we are going to get into the car and you're going to tell me where we're going and what it is you expect us to do when we get there. And when you're done doing that, then I'm going to tell you whether or not we are going to call in for help or not, and you're going to listen to me, because neither of us can afford for this night to go badly."
He stared at me angrily before nodding his head sharply and turning back towards his car.
"Tyson," I said, and he turned back to me. "Quinton would never be so mad at you that he would turn his back on you or not come to your aid. He loves you more than he loves anyone else, and he'd never let anything bad happen to you. You have to know that."
"I know Uncle Quint loves me," he said quietly. "But you're wrong if you think he loves me more than he does you, dead wrong. So you better take good care of yourself tonight, because if anything bad happens to you on my watch then he will kill me, no matter if we share blood or not. And if we fuck this up, then there's a good chance he'll kill Annabell too."
I didn't think Quinton would really kill anybody, and thought Ty was being just a tad bit overdramatic here. I was also ignoring the fact he'd said Quinton loved me more than he did Ty because that was just ridiculous, and I didn't want to think about Quinton loving me. I knew it was a possibility, but I was working really hard at ignoring it because it kind of freaked me out. Quint was the type of person who went all in with everything he did. I didn't think he'd be any different with love, and it worried me because he was already intense as all get out. I didn't need him getting worse on me any time soon.
I followed Tyson to car and got in.
Once I had my seatbelt in place I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you care so much about what happens to Annabell? Do you still have feelings for her or something?"
It had been bugging me. Why was he going through all of this trouble to make sure nothing bad happened to her?
The silence that filled the car was suffocating, and I almost wished I could take it back. Almost.
Chapter Nineteen
Tyson started the Audi up and he whipped around in the middle of the road. The next thing I knew we were flying down the dirt road and he'd yet to turn his headlights on.
"I cannot believe you'd ask me that," he whispered angrily.
I didn't know why he was whispering, we were out of hearing range for Dash and if he didn't hear the car driving off he certainly wasn't going to hear us talking anymore. No one could hear us unless they were in the car with us.
"Really?" I shot back, sounding surprised and as shocked as I felt. "You sure are going through a whole lot of effort for someone you claim to have no feelings for anymore. I just find that really hard to believe."
We came to a stop at the stop sign at the end of the dirt road and he hit the lights, turning them on and turned left.
"I don't care about her," he growled angrily, and I knew he was pissed but didn't care.
"Then, what the hell are you doing?"
"If Uncle Quint does something to her then we are all screwed, what part of that aren't you getting?"
Maybe all of it, I wanted to say but kept my mouth shut.
He must not have expected me to say anything at all because he didn't wait for me to respond and kept right on talking.
"The Council, and I have no fucking idea how you've missed this, is not made up of normal, everyday, average people. They are all fucked up individuals and they follow a set of rules that are completely different from what normal people follow. They are not nice people and they are all about one thing and one thing only. Do you know what that one thing is, Ariel?"
I shook my head and didn't know if he'd seen it or not in the dark car but didn't so much care either way because now I was starting to get angry with him because of the way he was speaking to me. I didn't like it at all and if he didn't stop then we were going to have an even bigger problem on our hands here.
"They want to make more of us and they think the best way to do that is for females of our kind to have babies with males of our kind. Why do you think things are the way that they are? We can mate with normal, non-magic wielding humans and have children with them but there's no guarantee they will be born with magic and, more often than not, they aren't. And, when such a union is successful, they are never, not fucking ever, girls. Only the female witches breed other females with magic and it has been this way since the trials. It's part of the reason most people think we are cursed. I believe in curses, but that doesn't mean I believe we are a cursed lot. I don't know why things are the way they are, I just know that they are and it's the world we live in and there isn't anything we can do about it but to embrace it and live our lives. That being said, the Council holds females above all else. Annabell, even though she is an evil, soul sucking bitch, is still a female with working plumbing to them and therefore capable of bringing children into this world. She will be seen as valuable to them until she can no longer have children. And, right now, they are all trying to sire a child upon her."
My lips parted as my eyes widened.
The Council was having sex with Annabell in order to get her pregnant? That was gross because they were all old dudes and it just was.
Also, it must be noted, that everything else he'd said had made me incredibly uncomfortable. I had already expressed my feelings before on not ever wanting to have children and I knew myself, I knew it would never change and it wasn't something I would ever be willing to bend on. Bottom line, I didn't want to have children and there would be nothing on the planet I could see changing that.
I was even more terrified of the Council in that moment then I ever thought I would be. And that was saying something because they had scared the ever-loving crap out of me before I had met them. Adrian had sort of put a damper on my feelings of terror because I didn't think he was all bad and some days I even enjoyed spending time with him. Now I was back to freaking out and hoping like hell I never had to see them again because I was worried they were going to tell me right then and there that I needed to get down to business and get myself knocked up with one of my seven other coven member's babies.
No thank you.
Then a thought struck me as I realized which direction we were heading in and I belatedly asked, "Where are you supposed to be meeting Annabell?"
"The Motel," he said.
