Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 99 – Liam smacked my chest, which is what woke me, and I was instantly alert as I saw the town limits as he drove in.
“Orphanage first,” I tell him, and he nods, heading straight for it. I leaned over into the back, tugging my jacket out of the bag. The morning air was a little chilly this morning. We pulled up out of the front of the building.
The place needed to be condemned, though someone had built a ramp for the old b***h to get in now that she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. However, she wouldn’t have to worry about the future because hers ends today.
He pulls over to the curb, and I climb out of the car, shutting the door gently. No children were awake; lyrics could tell because no noise came from the place. So l knew that everyone was still tucked into their beds. l step over the small brick fence out the front and hear Liam open the trunk.
“Not needed here; there are children here,” I tell him.
“So what are we doing here, then?” he asks.
“Grabbing the old bat, getting a name and leaving,” I tell him, and he sighs but shuts the trunk. I continue to the door and knock, waiting to see if anyone answers. No one does, but it was only early, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Mrs. Daley was the only adult here. Walking around the back of the building, however. I found the back door unlocked and shook my head. Stepping inside, it was colder inside the orphanage than it was outside.
“F**k, it’s like the artic in here,” Liam snarls.
“I’m assuming she would no longer live upstairs,” I tell him, looking at the beaten spiral staircase.
“Not unless the old bat grew wings and can now fly,” Liam laughed.
“Oh, she will fly alright,” I tell him, walking through the bottom level, looking for where she may have had her room moved to. It was the sounds of banging around that alerted me to which one. It sounded like she fell out of bed, and her annoying screeching voice as she cursed made my upper lip pull back over my teeth as l pushed open the door. The room stunk of p**s and s**t.
“F**k me, we haven’t even touched her, and she already s**t herself,” Liam chuckled, and her head snapped u to look at us from where she was trapped beside her bed, her wheelchair overturned. Her eyes go wide, and she cowers away.
“Haven’t you done enough?” she said, visibly shaking.
“Nope, but I will make it quick. All I need is a name,” I tell her, gripping her shoulders while Liam turns the wheelchair upright. I lift her, dropping her into the seat, and she clutches the armrests.
“How about a nice cup of tea, love? You look rather parched. I make an outstanding brew,” Liam says, grabbing the handles and steering her out.
“There are children here,” she says, flinching as she passes me when I hold the door open for him to push her out.
“Well, it wouldn’t be an orphanage without children?” told her, following behind as he took her to the kitchen. Liam zips around the kitchen, and I shake my head. He liked the theatrics, and I know he was just easing her into her d***h.
“Now that was a lie, wasn’t it? It’s alright. I will let that one slide. One sugar or two?” he asks; she just stared at him wide-eyed.
“You look like two. Let’s make it three, though. You seem like a bitter b***h,” he says, turning back to make coffee.
Liam hands me mine when he is done making them, and I sip it, watching Mrs. Daley hiss when he forces the cup into her injured hand.
“Bottoms up; it is nice and hot. Don’t want it to go cold,” he says, sipping his own. “Ah, now that’s a nice brand. What is that?” he asks, looking back at the counter. It was some expensive coffee, from the looks of it.
“Hmm, where did you order this?” He asks.
“Online,” she stutters out.
“Good, you can write down the site before I k**l you,” he says. Mrs. Daley whimpers and points to the fridge where a card was stuck to the board up top. Liam walks over and plucks it off.
“Well, that was easy,” he says before pocketing the card with the same name-branded label as the coffee jar. Mrs. Daley sipped her coffee like it would delay the inevitable, and we decided to entertain her. Liam kept making small talk with her until I finished mine, and I placed my mug in the sink and washed it before putting it to dry. Turning around, I leaned on the counter and watched the woman shake like a leaf as she watched Liam.
