Bloody Wicked: A Dark Urban Fantasy Story (The Legacy of a Vampire Witch Book 3) by Theophilus Monroe

Author:Theophilus Monroe [Monroe, Theophilus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Of course, Rutherford was at the desk again when Hailey and I entered the asylum. This time, she diverted her eyes when she saw me. She couldn’t prepare for me since I didn’t have an appointment, so at least for a moment she had to look at me and pretend I existed.

“Where’s Cain?” I asked.

“Do you have an appointment?” Rutherford asked.

“No,” I said. “But it’s important.”

“Is it an emergency?”

“No. I mean yes.”

“A medical emergency?”

“He’s a fucking psychologist. Why would he ever be needed for a medical emergency?”

“If it’s not a medical emergency, you can make an appointment like everyone else.”

I slammed my fist on the table. “It has to do with werewolves, alright? I think werewolf emergency ranks somewhere above medical emergency, you know, on account of the fact that if it isn’t handled there might be multiple medical emergencies in the near future.”

“Is there a wolf on the loose?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then it’s not an emergency.”

“Look, if you need a medical emergency I can manufacture one right now.”

Rutherford dropped her pen and looked at me—probably the first time she’d made eye contact with me since I left the asylum. “Are you threatening me, Mercy?”

“Rutherford, just tell Cain it’s me. And it’s important.”

“Cain isn’t here.”

“What? You could have just said that from the start. When will he be back?”

Rutherford shrugged. “If we knew where he was or why he was gone, I could answer that question.”

“He just left?”

“He left you a note. Said if you came by, it was imperative you receive it.”

“What does it say?”

“Don’t think I wasn’t curious. But no, I didn’t look at it. It wasn’t meant for me.” Rutherford handed me an envelope.

I tore it open and saw a number: 398.45.

“What do you think the number means?” Hailey asked.

“I think it’s a number in the Dewey Decimal System,” I said.

“The what?”

“It’s how books are classified in libraries.”

Hailey huffed. “Who needs libraries when you have the internet?”

I rolled my eyes. “Believe it or not, there are things you can’t find on the internet.”

“Like what?”

“Probably whatever we’re going to find at this location in the library. I’m guessing it’s at the only library in Vilokan that I’m aware of. The one at the Voodoo Academy.”

“Oh yeah,” Hailey said. “Annabelle said she found an old book on death rites there, something written by Marie Laveau.”

I nodded. “Exactly the sort of thing you’d find in a library like this one, but not on the interwebs.”

“It’s the internet.”

“I know. I’m fucking with you.”

Hailey chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how old you are.”

I huffed. “Old enough to be your grandmother. Even your great-grandmother, technically.”

“If Cain stops by,” Rutherford said as we were turning to leave, “I’ll let him know you were here and that I gave you his message.”

I nodded. “Thanks, my love.”

Rutherford stuck her tongue out at me. If she’d flipped me off, I would have laughed. But it had been so long since I’d seen a grown adult stick her tongue out at someone, I was taken aback by it more than anything.

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