As she expected, not every Elithera was willing to let nature take it's course, they preferred to take justice into their own hands.

The three ghosts turned their heads around to look at the Elithera compound one last time.

"Crazy, they are crazy." Connie declared. "Sister, they have a torture room at the top floor of the building. Oh the horror!"

"Forget it, they are not our business anyway. I am a shaman, my business is the supernatural." Phoebe replied.

She closed her eyes and leaned back against the head rest. Something came to mind and she opened her eyes immediately.

"Ancestor, the shaman of Bayan lake, i need to know everything about him."

The Saxon spirit nodded and vanished from the car to do some poking around. She liked the fact that Phoebe was being vigilant because someday, someone would come looking for her, unhappy about all the dark spells she was undoing.

*************

When she got back to the hotel, Phoebe was welcomed by a giant bouquet of flowers as soon as she walked through the main glass doors. Standing besides the bouquet was David who had a relieved smile on seeing her.

"I am so grateful that you are okay." His arms enveloped her with a gentle yet firm embrace.

He took her by the hand, pulling her to the nearest elevator with an urgency that she could not understand. The elevator was being protected by his men that were snarling at innocent guests that wanted to use it.

It was a VIP elevator but not even the VIP's were being allowed to get on. David pushed her inside the elevator and pushed her against a cold metal wall as soon as the doors closed.

"Are you crazy?" he questioned her sternly.

His two hands were tightly holding on to her shoulders.

"David..." Phoebe winced.

She could not understand why all of a sudden he seemed to be displeased. One moment he was smiling at her with a bouquet of flowers and hugging her with gentleness and the next he was dragging her into the elevator and looking at her with heavy dark eyes that had a scary look deep inside.

He let go of her shoulders but before she could sigh in relief, he grabbed both of her hands and imprisoned them above her head with one of his hands. She didn't know what he was up to but everything in her was screaming run.

"Let me go.." she struggled, "What are you doing you bastard?"

David used his free hand to pinch her chin and make her look up at him.

"You dared to run to Magic city into Elithera territory without informing me. Phoebe Mayfair, have you lost your mind?"

"I can handle my business." she responded defiantly.

[Do not even think about controlling me, i can handle dangerous situations perfectly with my ghosts. Dangerous situations, hmph! ] She thought.

"Not if it means getting yourself hurt." he responded curtly.

"That's also my business." she responded pointedly.

She continued to struggle, trying to free herself from his tight lock and hulking prison that was his body frame. The more she struggled, the more unwilling David was to let her go.

He had been to hell and back after learning about her being injured and then hearing from Santos that she was inside the Elithera compound.

On hearing about the gunshots which were fired shortly after she left, he had almost lost his mind. He had no idea what had happened in that compound, he was just glad that she was okay. However, he found it infuriating how nonchalant she seemed to be, unaware of how foolish it had been to march fearlessly into the Elithera's compound.

In that family, even five year old children were taught the art of killing. Phoebe had no idea how close she had come to the flames.

David's gaze briefly dipped to her lips and he growled. He lowered his head and brought his lips to hers in a kiss that was brutal, delivering a punishment.

Phoebe was caught off guard and she lost control of the situation quickly. This kiss was just as unexpected as the last one, like a hailstorm on a sunny day.

David was forceful, forcing her lips open with his tongue before darting inside and exploring every inch of her mouth as he pleased.

Fight him, stop him, do something....Phoebe's mind screamed. These thoughts did not take root, especially because she did not resist__, she could but she did not want to. She arched her back instead and encouraged him to deepen the kiss, matching the pace of his fury.

Maybe she was starved for touch, or it was the taste of gin and berries on his tongue, Phoebe could not decide which but she found his taste delightful. She was truly torn between fighting for control and enjoying the kiss. It just felt so good that she wanted more, so much more.

David let go of her hands, pleased by her pleasure, forgetting that he had initiated the kiss as a punishment. He wrapped his right hand around her waist and moved the other down, cupping her bottom.

Phoebe moaned softly, the small sound blessing his ears generously. David was ready to lift her up and move his mouth to her neck but suddenly the elevator made a dinging sound and Phoebe pushed him away with so much energy that he fell back against the wall on the opposite side of the elevator.

The doors opened but nobody got on and they closed quickly, something which relieved Phoebe greatly. Given their physical state, it would not take much for someone to guess what they had been doing in the elevator.

There was nobody else to blame for this other than the deadly handsome man that was adjusting his pants making his condition very obvious.

"Rogue!" she whispered an accusation while glaring at him.

The words barely escaped her mouth as she was panting just as he was. David chuckled and wiped his bottom lip with his right hand thumb. Since he had been called a rogue, he fell into character and winked at her.

"Shortie, you almost swallowed my tongue and bit my lip but you are calling me a rogue. I should be the one saying this."

Phoebe hissed at him and folded her arms across her chest.

"Alright, alright, i am sorry. I was just anxious so i got a little carried away." he approached and put a hand on her waist.

"Hmph!" she slapped his hand and looked to her left with a sulking expression on her face.

She was feeling embarrassed more than angry because the darn Saxon spirit was whistling happily in her mind. The nosy spirit really didn't know when to stay out of her private business.

If ever she and David had sex, Phoebe would not put it past the spirit to hover and give them pointers to make sure they were doing it right.

"I didn't see anything, you old witch how could you blind my eyes?" Connie screamed.

Phoebe sighed and blocked the voices of the ghosts for a while. Connie would be ranting for a good while and the Saxon spirit would be teaching her about morals.

Phoebe's stomach churned loudly it hurt. "I am hungry."

"Let's get you fed then." David led her to the exclusive restaurant for special guests staying at the resort. He found a table by the window that had a view of the pool and they sat down.

"I want to hear everything that i missed. You have been here for less than two days, took one meeting with Luna Elithera and then a bloodbath followed in the night. What did you do Phoebe?"