Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Knowing the guys would still be asleep after their long gig last night, Elijah strode down the corridor and got on the lift.
Last night had been the worst gig of their careers.
All because Elijah’s head wasn’t in it.
And like the good guys they were, they’d just patted him on the shoulder and told him they understood. They were all tired. It was time to go home.
But it wasn’t quite. They still had one more night to play in Antwerp.
And then Elijah could fuck off somewhere alone to deal with the mental fucking trauma Echo the deranged vampire had caused.
He didn’t know what was worse: what she’d told him and believed about him, or the absolute disappointment of her turning out to be psychotic. Ever since their meeting in Vienna, Elijah hadn’t been able to think about anyone else.
The anticipation he’d felt walking into her hotel room and seeing her looking so damn gorgeous was immense.
All for it to come crashing down.
What a bloody disappointment.
“And a mind fuck.” Fae? Him? Was she nuts?
Clearly.
With a heavy exhalation, Elijah stepped off the lift and strolled across the lobby. Almost immediately, the hair on his nape rose, his pulse racing, and dread settled over him. Unnerved by the sudden sensation, one he’d experienced only a few times over the years, and always before something horrible happened, Elijah stopped. He glanced around at the hotel guests and staff, searching for anything untoward.
Nothing.
Not that he could see.
And Echo wouldn’t chance coming here in the daylight.
Not that …
He stiffened.
He’d never felt this way around her.
This particular feeling, he called his sixth sense. He’d experienced it a few times as a child, once before a bully pulled a prank that had injured him. He’d experienced it when he was seventeen, right before he and his dad got in an accident. Elijah had launched himself at his dad, grabbed him, and the next thing they were outside of their vehicle, a hundred yards away, watching as it was decimated by the drunk driver who’d lost control of his car.
That had been a difficult one to explain to the police.
In the end, they lied and said their car had been stolen that night.
No one could explain the lack of bodies in the vehicle.
It was the first time he and his parents realized he could move magically from one place to another.
His mum and dad had begged him not to do it again, terrified someone else would find out how different he was and take him away from them. He hadn’t been able to do it again, anyway. He reckoned it was his fear for his father at that moment that had fueled the ability.
Elijah stared around the lobby again, searching, searching. Then a pulse of energy caught his attention, and he noted the man reading a newspaper in an armchair near the lobby bar. He paid no particular attention to Elijah, but there was something in the man’s aura that reminded him of the warlocks he’d met.
Was he the reason Elijah sensed danger?
“Elijah, you are in danger. Not just from The Garm. There are others. A coven, a powerful coven, who, if they discover you are fae, will take you away from everything you love and kill you to open the gate. They’ll kill your friends, your family, if they stand in the way.”
Growling in frustration, Elijah stormed out of the hotel. Echo was making him paranoid.
However, as he marched aimlessly, Elijah’s pulse refused to slow. It was like walking through electrically charged air, and the dread would not leave him. A few minutes from the hotel, he strolled onto a busy square in front of a theater built in the Greco-Roman style with Ionic columns.
The sensation of danger became too much to ignore. He stopped, staring around the square at the passing faces.
And then, like magic, they appeared.
Their power pulsed out at him.
One by one, Elijah spotted the witches and warlocks in the crowd.
The amount of energy they emitted suggested one thing: They were a coven.
And if his sixth sense was accurate, they weren’t here for his autograph.
She can’t be right about this.
Elijah lifted his wrists, glowering at the leather cuffs.
But what if she is?
Suddenly uncaring of who would see, Elijah drew on every ounce of power within and sped away from the square at full speed. Such a blur, the humans would conjure up some benign explanation for it.
Now and then, he’d stop to check Maps on his phone, but he still arrived in Antwerp in only twenty minutes. It took an hour to drive there, according to the app. Shooting a quick text to Jamal that he was already in Antwerp and he needed his buddy to make sure the team organized his luggage, Elijah checked into their hotel.
Once alone in the room, he took a minute.
His sixth sense for danger had dissipated.