Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Whoa,” Chance said, raising his hands, a knife still held in one. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
“What the fuck is going on?” she asked.
Danny stepped into the room, his eyes wide.
“I know you,” the woman said, staring at my little brother. “How do I know you?”
“No fucking clue,” Danny replied, moving forward slowly. “You planning on using that?”
She looked down at the broken bottle. “If I need to.”
“How far do you think you’d get?” he asked, stopping at the other side of the desk.
Understanding hit me with the weight of a boulder.
“You’d be surprised,” she said, still staring.
“You remember where we met, yet?” Danny asked, his mouth curving upward.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Beau muttered as he looked at me.
There was no other explanation for the look on his face or the feeling in the room—a mixture of tension and electricity.
“Oh no,” Charlie breathed.
“No one here is going to hurt you,” Danny said, flipping his pistol around so he could offer it to her. “Take it.”
She didn’t question it. Reaching out, she plucked it from his hand.
“Bullseye,” she said slowly.
Chance shifted, and I glanced over to find him watching her, his gun half raised.
Danny shook his head at her.
“The gun shop,” she said, her eyes searching his face. “That’s where I saw you.”
“I haven’t been there in almost a year,” Danny replied.
“I know.” She licked her lips. “You came in with another guy. He looked like you, but his hair was shorter.”
Danny cleared his throat. “My brother Zeke.”
She looked around the room and then back at Danny, the question clear.
“He’s not here,” Danny explained. “These are the rest of my brothers. Ambrose, Chance, Beau, and Charlie.”
Her gaze stopped on Charlie.
“Zeke’s mate,” Danny said softly.
The woman’s head slowly turned back to Danny. “You’re Vampires?”
“Yes.”
They stared at each other.
“I’m your mate,” she said, the words hesitant.
“Yes,” Danny confirmed.
“Shit,” she whispered, dropping her arm to her side. The gun dangled loosely in her grip.
When what we’d all suspected was confirmed out loud, the room erupted into movement. I jogged for the door and picked up speed until I reached the garage bay. The man I’d put a tourniquet on had pulled it back off and bled out on the floor.
“Fuck,” I roared, kicking the body.
“If she’s Danny’s mate,” Charlie said worriedly. “Then where is Finau’s—”
“It was a fucking misdirect,” Chance barked as he raced down the hallway. “She’s never met Finau.”
That’s when I heard Sven’s voice in my ear.
“Breach,” he reported grimly. “Breach. Breach. Breach. Get the fuck back here.”
Chapter 11
Lucy
There was fire everywhere. In every direction. Licking up my arms and legs. Pouring down my throat.
“Wake up now,” a firm voice ordered. “Lucille, wake up.”
I opened my eyes and choked, gasping for air.
“There you are,” Alice said grimly. “You with me?”
“Where’s Ambrose?” I rasped, rolling my head to the side to look around the room. My limbs felt heavy and hot. So hot.
Matilda was helping Reese out of the other bed.
“He’ll be here soon,” Alice said, helping me sit up.
I swayed in the bed. The room was spinning.
“Look at me,” Alice ordered, her face suddenly in mine. “Better?”
“What’s going on?” I asked groggily, rearing back.
“It’s time to wake up.”
“Where is Ambrose?” I asked again, looking over at the door.
“He’ll be back soon,” she said. She gripped my hand in hers and held it firmly as the top of it started to sting. A few moments later, the room seemed to sharpen around me.
“Better,” Alice said as she threw the quilt and blanket off my legs. “You need to get up.”
“What the hell is going on?” I asked, twisting in the bed to drop my legs off the side.
Ambrose had told me more than once that he’d be there when I woke up. There were no windows in the little makeshift hospital room, so I couldn’t even tell what time it was. How long had I been unconscious? It felt like it had been days, but I knew that couldn’t be right.
Matilda and Reese strode through the room without looking my way. They paused for a moment before they disappeared out the door.
“Let’s go,” Alice said, tugging me off the bed.
My feet tingled as I set them on the floor. I planted them stubbornly. “Where are we going?”
“Upstairs,” she said, glancing at the closed doorway across the room. “Right now.”
I fisted the quilt in my hand and dragged it with me as Alice pulled me toward the door. On the way, she lifted something from the foot of Reese’s bed. My stomach lurched when I realized it was a pistol.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked, pulling my hand from hers so I could roll the quilt into a ball that was easier to carry. I didn’t want to drag Zeke’s blanket across the floor. It was in bad enough shape as it was, but for some reason, I couldn’t bear to leave it behind either.