h4Chapter 269: He Came Running To Get Them/h4

    (Author’s POV)

    ’Arghh ... I have no choice but to call him,’ Yelena ruffled a hand through her messy hair.

    "Hello~..., can you~ ...... can youe to pick us up?" Yelena inquired, her voice humble and obedient, as if she was aware that a scolding was about toe from the other side of the call

    "Hello, Yelena? Where are you? Why is the background so noisy?" Fabian asked, his face wrinkled with confusion. He was in the banquet hall, checking up with the caterer about tomorrow’s seminar.

    Yelena hesitated, but what choice did she really have? She was sure that Fabian would chew them alive if he knew that, despite his warning, they went out. A frustrating sigh escaped her lips as she started, "Listen, Fabby~, here is the thing. But let me tell you this first. DON’T~ ... FREAK~ .... OUT~ ...okay. Okay?" She was trying to sound casual, but her voice held a tremor.

    "Yelena, you are scaring me. Out with it," Fabian urged.

    ’Here goes nothing,’ Yelena said, "I, Myra, and Wendy came to the Zenith Heights today, but an incident happened and a fire broke out. Long story short, we are out of the building, ’safe and sound’, but my car is stuck in the parking lot. Can youe to pick us up, hmmm?" She said everything in one go.

    "WHAT?" Fabian’s roaring voice echoed from the other end so much so that Yelena had to pull away her phone from her eardrums. "Wait right there. I aming for you," and without another word, the call disconnected.

    Yelena stared at the phone for a while and cursed at him silently, ’He is urggggghh~’

    Wendy, in the meanwhile, took out the handkerchief which she always carries and used it like a bandage around Myra’s bleeding injury. She then asked Yelena, "Sis Yel, did you book the cab?"

    "Umm~ ... the person will be here soon," she omitted any mention of Fabian, simply because of the fact that it would stress Wendy and Myra more. They were well aware of his nature of being overly protective and a nag. But write now, Myra’s wound needed dressing, and with no avable vehicle, she could only call him.

    Myra’s eyes still darted around the area, trying to check whether any of the Everests were among the crowd. She then said, "It is packed out here. I feel a little dizzy and suffocated. Let’s go over there," she pointed towards an extreme corner, far away from the mall.

    With no objections, they walked towards the said ce and settled down, waiting for their ’taxi’ to arrive.

    As the three of them waited for Fabian’s arrival, they observed that various media outlets, news channels, and well known social media influencers were all live streaming and broadcasting the entire incident. They were reporting about the incident animatedly, questioning the cause of the fire, the people behind the incident, whether it was idental or intentional, and about the possible tally of casualties, as the fire department was continuously and painstakingly trying to counter the zing red hot fire. The burning mes had engulfed the entire top floor. It felt like orange and red mixed ash colored smoke had billowed in the sky above.

    The sound of a chopper pouring gallons of water on the affected area and the ring sirens of the ambncesing and going made them realize they had narrowly escaped death. Just thinking about this whole fiasco was giving them all the shivers. The screams and cries of people who were still inside were something that would haunt them for a while.

    But Myra had one more fear, which was gnawing at her mind. She was afraid toe face to face with. And it was with no doubt, the Everests’ presence in Esteria. She was still unsure of the reason for their visit to the city. Whether they had gotten a wind of her and her family’s stay here or whether it had nothing to do with her, she had no idea.

    But Garry Yates had promised her that he would conceal their whereabouts at all costs, and for a whole year, he had fulfilled that promise. So, it had to be thetter, right .... Right? Still, she couldn’t let them see her or anyone rted to her.

    As she was lost in her own thoughts, Yelena’s phone started buzzing again. She picked up as Fabian’s voice resonated, "Where are you guys?"

    Yelena gave him their location, and within seconds, they saw him running towards them in apletely disheveled state. He was donning navy colored pants and an ivory dress shirt. The pants were all creased, and the shirt’s cors were rumpled. His navy, polka dotted tie was lose. His caramel-hued hair, which were always neatly kempt and styled, were ruffled and messy right now.

    His steps came to a screech as he saw the girls, and one by one looked at them, checking for any possible injuries. He then approached them, his steps heavy, his eyes sharp as he gazed at them.

    Myra was sitting, and her arm was behind her back, so he didn’t see her injury at that time. Once Myra and Wendy realized that Yelena had called Fabian for help, they looked at Yelena, who was clearly avoiding their gaze. She muttered under her breath, "The cab had a long waiting list. I couldn’t call Uncle William ...... so got no choice."

    Fabian stood right in front of them as Yelena started exining, "Fabian, we just came shopping for tomor~" but before she couldplete her words, he cut her words off mid way.

    "Let’s go. I will take you all home," his voice was tight, as if he was containing his anger bellowing inside him. As he came even closer, his eyes narrowed and then flickered, "Which one of you is hurt?" he questioned point nk. Though the air was filled with a charred, acrid smell and bloody scent from the injured people. He clearly sensed blood scenting off either of them. He was a part vampire, so he sensed the blood on one of them.

    Myra hesitated and concealed her arm, but he caught her action and went straight for her. He grabbed her hand. His gentle touch was in contrast to his stern facial expression.

    Myra remained silent, but Wendy said, "When we were escaping from the fire exit, her arm got struck by the metal railing."

    Without a word, he unfastened the handkerchief, which was soaked in Myra’s blood, pulled out his tie, and wrapped it around Myra’s wound carefully. With a no nonsense tone, he said, "I am taking you to the hospital."

    "It’s nothing much, Fabian. You don’t~" Myra just wanted to go home before anyone discovered her. But Fabian wasn’t having any of it. "Myra, there is no negotiation on this one."

    She held his hand tightly and said, her tone almost pleading, "Please, I just don’t want to go to the hospital."

    Fabian couldn’t understand the undertone, but he was sure there must be some reason for such a firm and desperate reply from Myra. Sighing with resignation, he uttered, "Fine, no hospital but~" he left his words unsaid as they all walked back to his car.

    Being a gentleman, he opened the back door for Yelena and Wendy. The duo stepped into the vehicle without anyint. Then, he opened the passenger door for Myra, helped her with the seatbelt, and made sure there was nothing left. He went to the other side to take the wheel.

    But as he was about to enter the car, he realized that he had been clutching the blood stained handkerchief all this time. He threw it away, got inside, and zoomed off.

    The ride back home was tense as the air inside the car felt heavy. Nobody dared to utter a single word in Fabian’s presence, not even the goofy Yelena or the bubbly and lively Wendy.

    Myra looked at Fabian, whose face revealed no emotion as if he were solely focusing on driving. But she knew him well enough that he was pissed. She was about to diffuse the situation and say something, but before that, a message pinged on Fabian’s phone.

    He didn’t even look at it, but the next second, his phone kept buzzing with a notification sound as he was bombarded by text after text. He had no choice but to check it.

    He nced at the sender and gritted his teeth, ’Now why the hell is she messaging me? Must be her usual flirting?’ It was surely Elisa. He didn’t want to, but he tapped on the message and read the first message, "Fabian, something happened at the Zenith Heights mall."

    "It caught fire and~" halfway reading her text, he wondered, ’Why is this girl behaving like my personal new reporter?" But what he read next made him m the brakes, hard.

    He realized in a nanosecond and shielded Myra with his hand.

    "OUCHHH! ..... what is wrong with you, Fabian?" Yelena yelped, her tone agitated. "Do you want to punish us all by bumping and give a swelling on our foreheads?"

    But Fabian wasn’t paying attention. His eyes widened as he read, ’It caught fire, and the Lycan Alphas are still inside. They said they will help others.’

    To Be Continued . . . . . .

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