The Last Chance (sequel to A Hundred Lifetimes)

Eight

“What a bunch of losers,” Mary muttered as she slammed the door close. She walked over where Tyrrell used to sit then say down and placed her black boots up the coffee table. “God. Both those voodooists cult women and steam punk trio are self-righteous pieces of s**t that want to kill each other because they’re scaredy cats. And we’re getting dragged in the middle of it.”

“I apologize,” Dorian guiltily said—looking like he had a dark cloud over his head as he looked out of the window with his hands behind his back. After the Council has left, so did his tough and challenging demeanor. “All of you have become involved because of me,” he woefully said to the ladies.

“It’s not you, Dorian. They're both after the Vessel. I’m the one who should be sorry,” Chiara said, remaining in her seat.

Mary let out a sigh and let her head fall back on the back rest of the sofa. “You know what, don’t play the blame game because the only one here that should be crucified is that little s**t Callahan.”

That made Dorian turn around as if something in his head just clicked. “Both the Order and the Council did mention his name,” he recalled.

“Ugh!” May groaned in annoyance. “I should’ve shot him a bunch more times back in the church.”

“What are we supposed to do now?” Chiara asked with a troubled look on her face. “Should I—should I just go join the Order?”

Dorian walked over to her and offered a hand which she took—immediately giving her a small sense of relief, especially after being taunted by that Amiya. “Do you want to?” Dorian asked.

“I don’t know,” Chiara admitted, looking up at him. “I’m on the fence about them. They talked about standing for something good with trying to maintain the balance and all that, but they seem to use questionable methods. They wanted to get rid of you, Dorian—and just because you’re a vampire that could potentially tell the Council about me.”

“She’s got a point, and siding with the Council is a total no-go,” Mary agreed.

“It’s like everyone wants to kill someone,” Chiara sighed. “Which brings us back to the question, what are we supposed to do now? Hide and wait for them all to finish killing each other?”

“You’re right. We should get out of the line of fire, and I know just the place where we can go,” Dorian replied with a smile as he took out his phone and began typing with one hand.

“What, you got a house in the mountains or something, Mr. D?” Mary asked in a playful tone.

“Something better,” Dorian smirked as he tapped the screen one last time then placed his phone back into his pocket. He squeezed Chiara's hand then looked at Mary excitedly. “We should all go pack. We are leaving tonight.”