Part 975 – Calling Ambrose Long Distance

Ambrose walked Barbara to the front door.

She unlocked it and looked up at him. “I’d love to ask you if you want to come in and stay a while.”

“I’d love to say yes.  But, after that almost in the car—” He shook his head. “—-it would be unwise for us to be unchaperoned.”

She sighed. “That is unfortunately true.”

He looked at her and felt a surge of desire. “I have to go.”

She smiled mischievously at him. “Do I get a kiss good-bye?”

“Not at all.”

Her smile fell.

He grinned. “Just teasing.”

Her smile returned. “And you call me a brat.”

He put his hands on her waist. “That’s because you are.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

He closed his eyes.

AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE.

He growled.

Barbara quickly released him. “What’s wrong?”

AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE.

“Raven’s calling me and he won’t stop. Now, I really do have to leave.”

“Be careful out there.”

He ran his fingers through her hair. “You be careful too. I love you, Barbara.”

AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE.

Ambrose swore in French. “I’ll see you later. I have to go stake Raven.”

***

Antioch curved his hand above the girl’s knee. “This will hurt a little.” He lowered the hypodermic needle to the center of her exposed skin.

AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE. AMBROSE.

He clenched his teeth at the sound of the familiar voice.

He stabbed the needle into her skin a lot harder than he had intended.

She opened her mouth wide in shock.

Antioch injected the fire into her and she screamed, a silent scream.

***

Missy walked up behind Raven.

He stood so still on the front porch. His eyes were closed. His head leaned back.

She smiled. “My Raven. My pretty, shirtless Raven. He looks pretty enough with clothes on, of course, but when he takes his shirt off, whew!”

The corners of his mouth tweaked into a slight smile.

“Call the fire engines and have them bring extra hoses. He’s just that hot.”

He opened his eyes and looked back at her. “So, I am hot?”

“Devastatingly.”

He laughed softly and held out his arms.

She ran into them and hugged him tight.

He kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Missy.”

“I love you too.”

“I promise you I will propose when the time is right.”

She raised her head. “Is it right now?”

He shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Hey!”

Raven startled. He released Missy and turned around.

Ambrose strode towards the front door. “Is there a good reason why you were bellowing for me?”

Raven visibly relaxed. “Yes. Missy, Robin, and I will be leaving town shortly. I did not want you to be concerned.”

“Thank you for that, even if your timing was off. Where are you going?”

Missy stepped forward, took a breath, and unleashed her explanation, “Well, you see Raven had called Antioch over here I had some questions for him about my true identity and stuff and he told me and I still don’t think I look like a Teresa but that’s just me but anyway he went back to The Institute to retrieve my memories apparently The Institute keeps memories on file must be on a computer or something like that I don’t know how they’d save memories on paper I guess they could transcribe them but that sounds like a lot of work.”

She stopped. “Sorry. Tangent. He deleted my memories so now we have to find Jeff Farsigh to see if he can—-”

“Jeff Farsigh. He’s a hunter.” Ambrose frowned. “Why are you messing around with a hunter?”

Raven cleared his throat. “According to Robin, Master Farsigh is a former hunter.”

Ambrose scoffed. “There’s no such thing as a ‘former’ hunter. Even if they retire. They still have access to those skills and abilities that can take us down. It’s madness, Raven. Don’t go.”

“Missy needs me to come with her.”

“You’ll get staked.”

“I am willing to take that chance for her. This is important, Ambrose. I need to do this for her.”

Ambrose frowned. “Are you going alone?”

Raven shook his head. “Robin is coming with us.”

“Good. He’ll keep you guys safe. But be on your guard. Don’t trust Farsigh, Raven. Remember: It doesn’t matter if he’s retired or not. He is a hunter. He cannot be trusted. Ever.”

“I understand, sir.”

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