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ᴊᴏɴᴀs ᴠᴀʟᴇsᴋᴀ (highfunctioning) wrote in thereincarnates,

Jonas Aldred had been dreading this moment since they stepped inside of the club. The doctor wasn't meant to be bait, but as history was wont to do, it had repeated itself in a way that only it could. The text only meant one thing: Willa had gotten one step closer to what she wanted, while he was left empty handed. Typical, wasn't it? His jaw set tight and he moved through people until he was backstage. He ignored those telling him he couldn't, and brushed off those who wanted more. It didn't take long for him to find the dark pathway leading to the doctor's hiding place.

Before he could so much as push open the door, it was pulled and exposed the light of the room. Only someone as horrific as Willa would hideaway in a place such as this. This would, of course, incline that Willa was hiding at all. Hardly. Every move she made had a purpose, and there was, undoubtedly, a purpose to this. His mind was already calculating possibilities and reasons and what an end to this could be. Even as the door was closed behind him, his thoughts did not have time to slow down. He looked to the tall man dressed for the crowd, rather than business, then to Willa.

"Miss Thompson," he said simply, avoiding eye contact with the sight of Jena in the black cloth over her head. It would only stir something in his gut he could not name. He chose to avoid this altogether. His fingers were folded against his back and he raised his brows. "Bit dramatic, don't you think? I would say I was surprised, but I find lying to be rather a dull past-time."

The man placed a key in his pocket and seemed to slither without noise to the reincarnated professor's side. It wasn't close, but it was near enough to give off the impression that he was the muscle. Yes, there was no chance that Jonas' mind was to slow down now.