Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t…I’m not. Fucking now.” Conan spits the words out and walks away, River right behind him.
“What the hell just happened?” Blain asks.
“No goddamned clue…but I’ve never seen Conan flustered before.” And I’m curious as hell as to why he is. It’s good for him, though. The kid will keep him on his toes while working here. Conan could use someone to shake up his life. I know because of what Abbott did to mine.
“He wants Conan,” Abbott tells me.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.”
They disappear into the crowd while the rest of us continue to enjoy the night. Two songs later, River does make his way to one of the raised stands to dance, but Conan is nowhere in sight.
As much as I’m enjoying myself, I’m getting impatient to get my man home so I can remind him just how much I want him.
I frown when my phone buzzes on my hip, pulling it from my pocket to look at the name.
Conan.
My heart instantly races, the beat rivaling that of the music thumping around us.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I answer, feeling the eyes of Abbott and the others on me.
“I just got a phone call…there’s been a fire at the safe house…the one where our little prisoner is. The house burned to the ground, and he either went with it, or…”
Or someone helped him escape. Either way, there’s no doubt in my mind that the fire was intentional, that whoever is after us just stepped up their game.
My family is under attack.
“They’re dead.” Conan’s voice is ice cold—deadly.
“Fuck right, they are.”