Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
His mental countdown started. One, two, three...
A thousand scenarios played in the back of his mind, all of them showing how anything and everything could go wrong.
Even so, Alessandro couldn’t find it in himself to experience fear. He would be cautious as hell, but that was it. If someone had thought to ask where all of Alessandro’s faith was coming from, he would have honestly answered that he had no idea. All he knew was that everything in his life had rearranged itself the moment he realized he loved Kassia with all his heart. He lived because of Kassia. He breathed because of Kassia. And if things did come down to it, he would die because of Kassia, too.
He didn’t give a damn about himself, but he did give a damn about Kassia, and both mind and heart refused to believe that God wouldn’t help him protect Kassia. She deserved to live, and God had to know that.
“I see you weren’t stupid enough to come with any kind of weapons or GPS devices,” a voice in the darkness drawled. “This place is equipped with every scanner imaginable, and the only thing it tells me is that your heartbeat’s probably a little faster than you’d like.” The voice laughed. “Does this mean a great Moretti prince like you is scared?”
Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six...
Alessandro didn’t trust himself to answer just yet, his senses having identified the people around him. A woman whose scent had the faintest resemblance to the girl he loved, the Lyccan he had seen on the screen, a human male, and...Kassia.
Chapter Eleven
The lights in the warehouse suddenly blazed into life one by one, and his mind took in the faces that came with the scents.
The Lyccan, Rocco, he considered an unpredictable target, his innate weakness making him dangerous because people like him would do anything to survive, even sell their own mothers.
Kimberley Dresden, he dismissed. Women like her were never as cunning or powerful as they liked to think they were, and it was their arrogance that often proved their downfall.
The human male...Alessandro assessed him as his likely opponent. The way he looked at Alessandro made him realize the human considered the two of them equal. It only meant one thing. He had found a way to neutralize a Lyccan’s strength over humans, but how?
“No need to play cool, Your Highness,” the human taunted. “We know you’ve come for her. We’ll give you a moment to see for yourself how your girlfriend is.”
Slowly, Alessandro’s gaze turned to Kassia.
She was bound in a chair, her lip swelling and bruised.
Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine...
Alessandro breathed deeply. “Who did that to you, Kassia?”
But Kassia didn’t answer.
Her mother stepped forward. “Will you beat me if I said it was me?” Kimberley knew she was playing with fire by drawing the werewolf prince’s attention to her, but she simply couldn’t help it. She wanted Alessandro Moretti to look at her and find out that a mousy little girl like Kassia could never compare to a full-fledged woman like her.
But then Alessandro Moretti’s gaze did slide towards her, and Kimberley almost stumbled a step back at the murderous intent that glinted in his emerald green eyes. No one had ever looked at her with such revulsion, and that it was someone as beautiful and virile as the prince made Kimberley feel old and ugly.
Her blood boiled, and before she could stop herself, she slapped Kassia, knowing that by hurting her daughter, she was hurting the cocky wolf in front of her.
Alessandro growled. One moment he was a dozen feet away, the next moment he was right beside Kassia, shoving Kimberley away with enough force to have her flying and her back hitting the wall with a scream.
Kassia screamed, too, but it wasn’t fear for herself. As Alessandro had reached for her, a seemingly invisible force shoved the professor away at the same time the man called Mel shot him in the chest.
“The next silver bullet will be to your heart, prince,” Mel gritted out. Things were happening too fast and spinning out of control, and he didn’t like it. Every assassination he carried out had always been meticulously organized and normally, Kimberley was a big help to him in those instances. He should have known this time would be different, with the stupid slut too caught up with her infantile jealousies over her own daughter to be her usual sensible self.
“I’ll make it simple for you, Moretti. You tell us what we need to know about the Lyccan Council, and we’ll set you and the girl free.”
Alessandro only stared at him, his cold green eyes giving nothing away.
Mel shot the prince’s other leg and was rewarded by a brief spasm of pain crossing the younger man’s face. But that was it.
A Faerie, Alessandro was thinking grimly. No wonder this man considered himself equal to a Lyccan. He had a fucking Faerie working for him, the only race in this world capable of turning invisible...for a time.