A True King, Not A Heir

New Mexico - Rina

“Well hello, lost lovers.” Darius’s smirking voice said.

I opened my eyes blearily looking around as I got up groggily. “What the hell,” I said, as I realized immediately that I was in New Mexico.

“How the hell did I even get here?” I asked glancing at Darius before I glanced down at myself. I half expected to be wearing one of my Vemos dresses and to have chains on my wrists.

As I looked down, thankful I was still dressed in my leather jacket and jeans, I realized that Dorian lay beside me looking like he had just fallen asleep, his forehead furrowed as his eyes scrunched down once before his eyes opened. He glanced up and scowled.

“Darius, what the hell did you do?” he said cursing as he stood. I followed his lead and was surprised to see that behind us sat Helena, Darius’s sister, looking at Dorian and I darkly. “I was wondering when I would see you both, again. I never thought I would be the one to summon you.” Helena said.