Queen Preyuna? Raven replied. Why? What would she have to gain from lying about Robin’s whereabouts?
Ambrose closed his eyes and listened to the two boys laughing and shouting in the water. “Why?” he whispered. “Why would Preyuna lie about it?”
I don’t know, Raven. It could be a simple matter of her being a stereotypical fey, just pranking us for no other reason than to laugh at us behind our backs.
Would that explanation truly satisfy you, sir?
Ambrose shook his head. What about you?
Raven paused before responding, I do not know Her Majesty the way you or others do. Therefore, I cannot say if it seems right for her to do something so seemingly pointless.
What’s your gut feeling?
My gut feeling, as you call it, is that there is something amiss, sir. It merits further investigation.
Ambrose frowned. You mean we need to go to Caten’s place. Don’t worry. I’ll go. I don’t want you to get—
His phone rang. He quickly answered it before it could catch anyone’s attention. “Hello?”
“Raven?” He cast another glance at the boys. They frolicked in the water without any concern about or any notice of his lurking. All the same, he walked around to the side of the building, out of their sight. “What? What are you doing? I was just—-“
“Sir. You are NOT going anywhere near Mark Caten’s residence tonight.”
“I will handle it, sir. You have a honeymoon to go on. I will NOT have you go to Mark Caten’s place and be captured and MISS your own honeymoon.”
Ambrose shrugged. As much as he wanted to argue it, he could see Raven’s point of view. “Well, then take someone with you. I don’t want anything to happen to you while I’m gone.”
“Take someone…? Who did you have in mind, sir?”
“I don’t know. Take Sammy.” Justin’s scent snuggled around him like a super friendly feather boa. “I need to hunt. I’m hungry.”
“Then, by all means, hunt, sir. Be careful. Do not get staked.”
Ambrose smiled. “I’m always careful. It’s how I managed to live as long as I have.”
“I know, sir. But be careful all the same.”
“I will. You too. After all, what would Robin and I do without you in our lives?”
“I prefer not to speculate, sir. All I will say is that I have had nightmares about such a scenario.”
Ambrose laughed. “I’ll see you before Barbara and I leave.”
“Very good, sir. Where shall we meet?”
“Outside of The Red Envelope.”
“Very good. I will see you in a bit.”
Ambrose smiled. “In a bit.” He ended the call and walked away, leaving Justin and his delicious scent behind.