by Keya Jay
Chapter six: Ryder Ferris
“Why’d you have to scare her away?” Ryder asked—though in all honesty he didn’t really care—as he watched Skylar walk to her mother’s door, but she didn’t attempt to open it, she just stood there.
“She had no business disturbing my mother like that!” she growled. “Why the hell are you still here anyway?” she asked as she turned her menacing storm cloud gray eyes on him.
“Skylar,” she immediately cringed at the name obviously not wanting to be called it. “Bēlua,” he changed watching her visibly relax. Ryder smiled as he realized the connection. He remember calling her Bēlua this morning and she seemed to be mad and ashamed that he called her it, now he understood why.
“What did I tell you about your tone of voice?” Ryder asked.
“I don’t know please waste my time and remind me?” she countered.
Ryder walked toward her, his steps heavy with anger, he gripped her by the jaws, “watch how you speak to me Bēlua,” he growled.
She snaked her bonny fingers around his wrist and yanked it away from her face. “Or what? You’ll hurt me? I dare you!”
“Never in my life have I had someone talk to me with so much disrespect,” he said angrily while all the while he was highly aroused.
“Well let me be the first,” she said with a sinister smile.
“I don’t think you want to take up that position Bēlua,” he warned as he paid more attention the features that made up her gorgeous face.
“I’m almost positive I do,” she warned back. “Now if you’d excuse me I have somewhere I need to be at the moment,” she said as she turned around and began walking down the hall.
“Bēlua!” Ryder called. She stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Clear your schedule…tomorrow you’re mine.” She didn’t say anything as she began walking again. Ryder didn’t leave until he heard a door slam behind her.
The moment Ryder left Skylar’s house he went back to the tunnels.
“Hey boss,” Ash said as he stood in front of the door the wisps were currently being held in.
“Where’s Elliot?” he asked her.
She pointed straight ahead at the short, chunky boy with red curly hair and a very pronounced hunched back.
“Elliot!” Ryder called.
The man wobbled his way toward Ryder once he heard his name being called.
“Yes sir?” he asked eyes down casted.
“I’m up here,” Ryder snapped.
“Sorry Sir,” he said as he lifted his eyes to meet Ryder’s very unhappy gaze.
“Do you have anything to report?”
“No sir, no one has wandered around the perimeter and no one was in or out.”
“Good, now what about the blonde I sent you to watch?”
“You were with her all day sir,” he said confused.
“Just wanted to make sure you were still doing as I ordered.”
“Of course sir,” he said giving Ryder a subtle nod before leaving.
“So what’s with the blonde? I’m guessing it’s the same one from 4 nights ago,” Ash asked.
Ryder sighed before greeting her with a fleeting glance.
“As much as it would thrill me to hurt you for making a comment such as that when you have no business questioning me about anything, I may hurt you to the point where you’re no longer any use to me and sadly I need you to train her,” he said in a rush of words.
“Tr-train her?” she stammered.
“Yes, train her to be obedient,” he said impatiently.
“Couldn’t you just hurt her?” she asked cautiously.
“I don’t want to hurt her it would never work, she’s different.”
“Ok so what would you like me to do,” she said holding her head a bit higher.
“I don’t know, smack her around a bit if you have to,” he suggested.
“It would be my pleasure,” she said with a sinister smile.
Ash is an amazing fighter no doubt about that but Ryder’s not entirely sure she’s on Skylar’s level.
“Don’t get too happy Ash,” Ryder said as he walked down the long corridor of the tunnel toward his room.
“She will hit back,” he warned.
Ryder could see Ash’s smile falter a bit, a cat fight never interested him as much as this one would.