He would have been sweating, adrenaline rushing through his pumping heart as the Ancient in the backseat shouted for him to obey. His instinct was to do so, to stop the car and let her out - self preservation and all that. Instead he bit his lip and looked into the rearview mirror, pressing his foot on the accelerator. He wouldn't stop or say anything until he arrived at Damien's, praying that the cellar would actually hold her.
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Damien fought the urge to act upon his own instincts as he watched Odessa swipe for the headrest of the driver's seat. Instead of weighing into her mind and pressing, pressing down until she calmed, he watched as Nadia, whose experience in this particular environment far outweighed his own, caught those flying hands and held them to her face. This was going much worse than he anticipated. Nadia, whom he admired for her cool temper in the face of her Sire's wildness, held those flying hands as if Sonya were some child who needed help during a tantrum. If he were of a better mind, he would have found it bittersweet.
"Yes," Damien said, feeding into Nadia's story. "I want to show you my new house, don't you remember? It looks similar to the house we shared in Paris, isn't that right, Pierre?"
"That's right," Pierre managed stiffly, carrying the lie one step further to believability. Or so Damien hoped.
"Magnificent art pieces, five bedrooms, and a full basement. Please say you'll stay for a few minutes, Odessa? I've been waiting a long time to show you." He swallowed, hoping he was getting through. Damien licked his lips and added, "I even have a human pet waiting at the house."