I woke up in my bed downstairs. I remembered Damon's order, and then, in my time, I realized he'd actually compelled me; oh fuck. There was a packet of wet wipes on the bedside table, a wallet, and a phone. I didn't feel that drugged, but I cleaned myself up with the entire package, got dressed, and sat on the bed. I was still on the slow side, so I was obviously drugged, after all. I finally stood up and put my hair in a bun carelessly only. I went to move and opened the door. Now I didn't even put my slippers on.
Somewhere, I could smell coffee.
Bran came up to me and said. "Come on, little girl, have a cup of coffee if you're up for it. You've been under for two weeks. Damon had to leave. Adam told me a bit about how bad your illness was. You must have been a naughty little patient."
I said, "Yeah, the fever makes me restless, and I can't help it. But I'm finally and completely fine now. I just want to know how on earth those guys from the medical establishment found us and if we were all targeted?"
Bran said nothing right away; he thought for a moment and said, " Charles couldn't find any clue how they had chosen you. He rescued 45 werewolves from 13 different packs, so maybe they were just looking for werewolves. However, the facility has now been completely destroyed, and all the data is intact; Charles gave it to Magnum."
I said, "Oh well, good, let's move on. I smell coffee, and it smells amazing."
Bran laughed and walked towards the kitchen. I then followed Bran into the kitchen with the smell of coffee.
Only Adam was there. Adam was wearing just a white tee shirt with some logo on it and faded blue jeans, a fantastic-looking package he was.
I said, "Morning. Are you still completely sick of me?"
Adam looked at me and said, " I haven't. These last couple of weeks have done wonders for me, not having to pick you up off the floor. Good morning, my lady. Come on, let's eat. There's a fridge full of Damon's cooking for you, so I'll start putting a couple of portions on to warm you up."
I said, "Well, the coffee smells fantastic."
Adam handed me the cup and the pan. I went and sat down with my coffee cup and drank it.
Soon, the servings started coming in front of me, and I noticed Adam was doing something with a smoothie machine and he was reading some paper as he was chopping and peeling fruit. By the time he had finished a big jug of it and poured me three glasses, I realized Damon had left written instructions for making smoothies.
He's quite a bit of a control freak himself, I must say. I then started drinking smoothies, and they were good and fresh, and I drank them down quickly and efficiently.
I ate a lot. I knew I'd been fed when I was anesthetized. I wasn't quite so miserably thin anymore, but I certainly wasn't the 66-kilo creature I was when I went into that bloody institution.
I was something like 43-44 kilos. I could still get better, but I knew where to go—the Pennsylvania mansion. I could keep in touch a little bit, maybe email Jarod and meet up with Bridgette. I would not do any gigs, no. I just wanted to have a good time.
Now, it was time to recover, enjoy, and get myself back in that great shape. I didn't know if the gig wind would blow, but not again. I had too many rooms in Pennsylvania still to do, and I was enjoying the thought of getting back to decorating.
Then, in the middle of the meal, I went to get my laptop and started ordering everything. I knew I would not be there right away, and ordering takes time.
Adam looked at me for a moment and said, " What are you doing?"
I said, "I'm ordering more stuff for the Pennsylvania mansion. It's such a gorgeous place. I need to get some more big plants for the dance hall, and since there are at least a hundred rooms, almost everything needs to be put in, so supplies are required."
Bran looked at me for a moment but said nothing. Nothing. So did Adam. Adam hadn't been there at all yet, and I didn't know if the security of the place was even up to Adam's standards, but I didn't care.
I knew there were a lot of secret passages, and I could explore those as well, just in case Salvatore ever came after me again. I could have a couple of hiding places, and I could renovate those as well.
Ideas started to form in my head as I thought of everything while I ate and ordered. Curtains, rugs, beds, cupboards, everything I would need in there.
Adam looked amused as I ordered everything and said, " Fine, say the address again, and I'll have a task force go through it and fix the major gaps."
I said, "Yeah, there's an entire network of secret passageways and chambers; that's how Damon could stalk me. I thought I'd check them out, too."
Adam thought for a moment and said " Fine, the strike team will be a week then you can go in and we can look at the rest later, they'll go through those corridors and put in motion detectors and stuff so no one can misuse them anymore."
I said, "Fine, I can stay here for a week, get myself in shape, and then I can decorate. "
Bran looked at me for a moment and said, " Oh, it's good to see you looking so well and chipper."
He was almost flirting, but I wasn't in the mood at all.
I finished my meal and retired to the living room to order everything. I ate and got myself in shape at the gym, too. Samuel wasn't in the house, and Bran left soon after breakfast.
I then showered in the evening after going to the gym and working hard there. I spent the entire night ordering things. I enjoyed myself, got ready to decorate, and was in Chicago for another week. I gained two or three kilos while I concentrated on eating.
Then, when Adam said the strike team had worked their magic, and told me about my fancy new security system and how I could get Damon locked outside if I needed to. I listened to it all, committed it to my mind, and was ready to go. Adam was also leaving; he was going to Kentucky to go through a couple of packs with Charles in case they needed to do something about it.
I went for a drive to Pennsylvania after buying a new car. A Sport Mustang, bright red, and I enjoyed the whole fucking drive. The weather was wonderful, so I didn't have to put the top up.
The entire nine-hour drive was in one session with no breaks, and I sang out loud as I drove. This was the life. And I was thrilled when I got there. I cooked and put the rooms in order. My orders had come in, and oh, how I enjoyed opening the package and wondering where I was going to put what.
I might walk around again with things on some random floor before I get things where I wanted them. I enjoyed myself immensely even though I was alone, so Mimosa was awake, and she had a say in it too; then we made a deal that I would let Mimosa take the lead now and then, and she could decorate a room now and then.
We were sitting on the sofa downstairs. Mimosa was thinking, and I saw a flash of something. I don't know what it was, but maybe the vision was the best way to describe it.
In the vision, I was sitting on this same couch, but I was much more sorrowful and wondering when Samuel gave up. Why was he no longer the doctor who always put me right? Why do I always have to be raped? I felt much older and like I would lose so much.
The vision ended, and it was so eerie. I knew it was me, myself, on this couch, but I had been somehow so fractured, broken, shattered, and I no longer felt what it felt like to be whole.
When I asked Mimosa about it, she said, " I'm sorry, Mimi, you shouldn't have seen it. I'm not quite in control yet. Forget it, it's nothing,"
And then Mimosa went and curled up, fast asleep. So, I didn't push it any further than that.
I kept in touch with my fleas, and I was always told what had been found and where there were suspicions of institutions. Magnum wasn't working, and my second-in-command, Adam, was doing stuff and work for Bran's, so I spent time in the office talking after I had decorated for a week. It was time to leader. It was not bad at all. Gave me sense of strength and that I was no more victim.
I put my orders in one storage room and locked it. I was the only one who could get in, and I had also locked the rooms I wanted to save. If for no other reason than that if the Adam's people came in at some point to do more work, not every room would be accessible, I didn't want cameras everywhere.
When everyone found out I was available, my phone rang. There were people from all over the world in there. We'd talk about things, give advice, listen to reports, and make plans. Boss was working again and my days were soon full.
Then I messaged Jarod, too, and told him what was going on. He told me his new phone number and told me to call. He wanted to hear my voice. He thought email was a very impersonal way of keeping in touch, so I did what he wanted.
Then I called him, and we talked for four hours on the phone. I told him about the medical facility, our escape, and how naughty a patient I was. Jarod swore he would never treat me, no matter what the situation.
He would not touch such a naughty woman but would ask his wife, Miss Parker, to put me to sleep as Damon had eventually done. Jarod was very impressed by how patient and loving a husband Damon could be when he wanted to be.
Actually Jarod had tended me few times and oh boy he was impatient, he tried, he truly did but let's just say that those times when he has to be the one who cares for me, he puts me to sleep. No matter how dear friend I am. Same goes to his wife. Neither of them can't or won't care for me if I have fever and I am awake. Jarod is not doctor, but kind of scientist nowadays, his wife is doctor and they have their own facility and reason I had to spend sometimes time there is my penchant for getting infections that are harmful to my pack, so they have to find me other place and these two are pack's choice.