*** Next Morning
"How late did you stay up to read over those documents?" Rhonda asked while shaking me awake. Popping out an eye, I glanced at her for a second before rubbing my eyes, too tired to get out of the bed or answer.
Instead, I pulled the covers closer to my chin and flipped over. "Kenzie, remember we said we would discuss our game plan, this morning." She called out and I groaned, reaching to the nightstand for my phone to check the time.
Clicking on the screen, I blinked a couple of times to see the time. "You're waking me up at 9 in the morning?" I groaned, running my hands through my hair, letting out an agitated sigh. "Nobody said it had to be early in the morning," I muttered and she shrugged, answering the door for George who also looked rough.
"Hey Kenzie, whatever we agree on, let's decided to return after a decent amount of sleep." He muttered and I nodded, finally sitting up in the bed, reaching for the folder on the nightstand.
"Sounds good to me. I need you guys to help me decide, do we need to go to the Dragons this trip?" I indicated for them to sit on the edge of the bed, setting the folder on the bed, in the middle of the three of us.
"So what did you find out while you spent most of your night scanning these pages?" Rhonda asked and I rolled my eyes, noticing how she was still picking at me for staying up late when she was the one to be out by 10.
"While I was analyzing these documents, I noticed how we can figure out who is after me, based on the on the family trees alone." I pulled out the documents that had the Cortez and Sullivan line, meeting Rhonda's gaze as she nodded. "However, between these two, it would be nice to know which is the Pureblood vampire, but I don't think we must stop by the Dragons," I explained and George took a deep breath.
"So the question is, do we visit them; or do we continue on our own?" Rhonda rephrased and then I looked at George.
"Better question did you contact the Dragons?" I asked, praying that if he did, they aren't expecting us. Thankfully, George shook his head, and both of us ladies let out a sigh of relief.
"No, you mentioned that you wanted to talk to them, but I never reached out to them, because I was busy with countless other things." He replied and I nodded, grateful that we weren't expected to visit them.
The last thing I need is a Clan to be offended, especially in the current situation I'm in. I don't need more problems.
"I think Mr. Lopez has given us plenty of information for multiple things, and his crew was able to narrow down who these descendants are. If we want to return for more answers I don't mind doing that, but I don't think we should risk it, while we're carrying important information about you. So, I'll have to disagree with meeting the Dragons." Rhonda pointed out and I nodded.
"I could visit them when Jacob is with me, that way you two don't get hurt," I observed, thinking about how both of them were going to be hostages. If someone is going to visit the Dragons, it will have to be someone that knows how to handle themselves.
Currently, Jacob is the only person that I can trust with that task.
"Alright, we all agree that we shouldn't visit the dragons, and work with the information that has been provided by Mr. Lopez?" I asked, looking between the two, and without any hesitation, they nodded. "Go back and rest, we'll return to Birmingham tomorrow." I shooed George out, glancing at the folder on my bed.
'Will all that information be enough?' I asked myself, picking up the folder hid it in the secret compartment of my suitcase.
"Rhonda, since you're awake you can choose what we can order for breakfast, wake me up when it arrives." I patted her shoulder, on the way to the restroom to relieve myself, before dragging myself back to the comfortable bed.
***
Later that evening all three of us managed to meet at a small diner, each dressed somewhat formally -at least none of us were in sweatpants.
"This place kinda grows on you," George asked and I nodded, glancing around the small diner. There were tall plants placed in the corners of the restaurant and two of them on either side of the register. There were tables and there were booths. This diner was an Italian restaurant, so the smell of ravioli and pasta was all over the restaurant, somehow a comforting scent.
The place had a unique interior, random things hung from the ceiling, trumpets, discs, and a small bicycle that I thought was strange. There were also many levels to the restaurant, the upper areas -which we were sitting in- were for the quiet more reserved people, and couples. We got the perfect view of the bar/dance floor where a small trio was playing some easy-going music in the background.
And then the random seating areas along the main floor, for people that wanted to access the bar, or listen and watch the trio.
"How did you find this place?" Rhonda asked, looking over the ledge, her eyes on someone who was drinking a glass of whiskey. "I like how it's unique." She muttered and I rolled my eyes, sipping on my glass of iced tea, waiting patiently for my plate of shrimp alfredo.
"I just choose a place, that looked fun and unique." He shrugged and I nodded, glancing down at my phone where I was waiting for a reply from Jacob. I sent him a message earlier that asked when was the best time that I could come over, and I haven't heard anything since then.
Knowing him he was either working overtime or busy with mafia affairs, which has also been a problem with him as well. I was only praying that he was taking care of himself.
"Here is your order, Madam." A young waitress set my plate down and I smiled gently, waiting for the others to get their food before I started eating. Thinking back to those papers, which addressed a female Lycan's powers, specifically purebloods.
And while it did mention that it did have the ability to return a creature to its original form, that process would kill me, since they needed almost every drop of my blood. The next was the fact that I can teleport, almost anywhere that I've been to before. Which surprised me.
The remaining were writing in an ancient text, probably meaning that they were some powerful abilities that regular humans didn't need to know, however with the world that we live in now, we can almost recognize any text.
"Kenzie!" I returned to the present when I heard George shout my name, and when I saw him panic for a second, I raised a brow slightly confused until the ice-cold liquid soaked into my sleeve, running down my arm.
"Erm." I turned my head to look at a young waitress who was a hot mess, tears falling down her face, and she was shaking badly. Looking between her and my long-sleeved shirt, I let out a small nervous chuckle, reaching out to pat her arm. "It's alright, no need to freak out." I comforted her, taking the towel that was provided for me, and thanked the other servers who quickly came up to clean the area.
"I'm so sorry. It's even a designer shirt!" She cried and I let out a small laugh, taking her hand.
"It's fine, don't worry." I continued to pat her shoulder, leading her down the steps to the main floor where the restrooms were.
"Here I'll help you get the wine out." She panicked and I shook my head, gently taking her hand off of me, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Please miss, let me help you." She reached again and I let out a sigh.
Slipping off my long sleeve shirt, revealing my plain gray tanktop, I handed the shirt to her. "I'm not blaming you, so you can relax." I watched her, try and get the wine out of the dark sleeve, and while I was watching her, I studied her features. She was pretty, with purple eyes that popped, but currently, they were red from crying.
"How long have you been working here?" I asked, starting a conversation, and she took in a deep breath, wringing out the sleeve, careful to leave the remaining of the shirt dry.
"About two weeks now, I was just nervous when I heard that, The Mackenzie Young, was in our restaurant. I'm a huge fan of you, and now I'm beating myself as I spilled wine on your shirt." She glanced over her shoulder and I let out a sigh.
"Hmm, so even my name makes people nervous," I noted and she gasped in shock before furiously shaking her head.
"That's not what I meant. You're awesome, so it's like a dream come true to meet you." She held out my shirt and I giggled, watching her panic slightly, before taking the shirt slipping it on.
"What is it that you like about me, miss...?" I asked and she was silent for a second before widening her eyes.
"Ah, I'm so sorry, the name is Madeline. My favorite thing about you is your personality. You're completely different from other rich ladies, you're humble." She smiled brilliantly and I looked away feeling my cheeks grow warm, as I was embarrassed in a good way.
"Thank you for your kind words, Madeline." I patted her shoulder before returning to my table, where Goerge and Rhonda worried for a couple of minutes but stopped when I shook my head, finishing the rest of the meal before returning back to the hotel.