Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
“No touching!” I stomped over. “You can cut, but you do not touch him like that.”
Salvatore mumbled through the gag.
Still stroking his dick, she stayed right there and kept her face on Salvatore. But I knew her attention was on me. Her right foot leaned in my direction as if waiting for me to get closer, so she could get a good slice.
I closed the distance.
Shrieking like an injured animal, she spun around like a tornado and charged, slashing the air. Those curls whipped around her neck and then blew back.
I leapt back, dodged the blade, and twisted to the side, grabbing the hand holding the knife and wrapping my arm around her wrist.
“No!” She hit me with her other hand, but it held no strength.
I grabbed that wrist to stop another hit and then slapped the knife out of her other hand.
It fell to the floor with a clatter.
I wound the other hand around her back in a strong grip, twisted her body like we were dancing and then let her go.
She spun away and then stumbled back.
I checked for her next move, noticing her sloppy recovery.
Not my mysh at all.
My heart ached.
If I hadn’t believed that she wasn’t Emily, then now it was confirmed. With my mouse, we would still be fighting and the knife would have never left her hand.
In fact, I wasn’t sure if I could actually take any weapon from Emily.
What do I do. . .with this. . .person?
Lunging for me, she raised her right hand and tried to attack.
I snatched her hand and twisted it to the side. Her whole body spun around. The sudden movement made her fall to her knees.
I lowered to the floor with her.
She reached for the knife.
I slid her closer to me, picked up the knife, and threw it across the room. “What is your name?”
She pushed at my hold, but couldn’t get free.
“What is your name?”
She scowled. “I don’t speak.”
“Why not?”
“No one likes to talk to me.”
“I do.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know you now.”
“Let me go!!” She struggled for several seconds, pushing at me and trying to scratch my neck.
All I could do was gaze at her in utter amazement. She really couldn’t get away from me.
Meanwhile, Emily would have had me on my back in seconds.
Mysh? Where are you?
Panting, she gave up and slumped against me.
I kept her in my hold, still trying to wrap this information around my head.
She glared at me. “If you let me go, I will talk to you.”
“Can I trust you?”
“Yes.”
I released her and stood.
She rose. Foreign words left her.
What language is that?
Clearly stubborn, she rushed at me again and pushed me hard with both hands.
Shocked, I stumbled back.
She screamed and jumped on me.
I caught her, but it forced me down to the floor. My arms strained as I tried to make sure she wouldn’t be harmed.
She seized that moment to attempt to get me in a headlock.
I blocked the move, grabbed her hand, and gently flipped her over me.
She shrieked.
I slowly lowered her onto the floor, not wanting to harm the baby. Once I had her down, I pinned her.
Now flat on her back, she screeched and flailed her feet.
So intrigued, I simply held her down and watched.
More foreign words left her mouth.
Wait.
I leaned forward and listened.
That’s Spanish. Emily knows Spanish?
A good minute of this passed before she gave up.
I had no idea what the bound men around us thought of this sight. This was a hell of a thing to witness before meeting their deaths.
She returned to panting.
I smirked. “What is your name?”
“Emily.”
“No. You are not Emily.”
She rolled her eyes. “You don’t know anything!”
“Then, tell me.”
“I’m Emily.”
“If you were Emily, you would be on top of me and my head would be locked within your arm.”
To my shock, a huge smile spread across her face. “She’s really good at fighting.”
“She is.” I raised my eyebrows. “And what are you good at?”
“I give her a break when she can’t deal with the bad things.”
“Like right now?”
She pursed her lips together.
“Then. . .” Fear moved within me. “Then, it is. . .two of you inside of that beautiful head?”
She stared up at me like I was an idiot.
There was so much to process, but I couldn’t waste time unraveling the puzzle.
I cleared my throat. “You know Spanish?”
She spoke in that language. “Do you?”
“Only a little.”
This was utterly fascinating.
I let out an exasperated breath. “I can’t call you Emily. It would be too confusing.”
She switched back to English. “Then, what?”
“You will need a new name.” I searched her eyes, wondering where my mouse had gone. “What should I call you?”
She shook her head. “No one calls me anything anymore. I come. I go. Everyone leaves me alone.”
“Things will change.”
“I don’t want them to change.”
“Too bad. You’re mine now.”
“I’m not. She is.”
I frowned. “We should focus on one problem at a time.”