Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I looked at Draco, my heart skipping a beat. It was King. He was back.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Draco
The truth was finally coming out. After my visit to what I assumed was one of many Ten Club offices around the world, I learned they were very powerful people—both in the traditional and the otherworldly sense—who wholeheartedly believed my destiny was to unite Ten Club and the Seers.
How?
I wasn’t entirely certain, but Lori believed my lineage had everything to do with it. I was the son of the only living Seer, Jeni Arnold, and of King, a man who’d dedicated his existence to collecting power—wealth, mind control, and immortality, just to name a few. The Spiros family, a loyal army of servants, were compelled to serve him and maintain his businesses and assets or do whatever he needed. There was more to King, so much more, but I didn’t have all day to sit with Lori to review King’s four millennia of power trophies. Though, it might be worth returning to her at some point.
My father, King, had once owned an arsenal of rare and dangerous artifacts and housed them in that empty warehouse. Lori had tried multiple times to learn where the items went after King died but had little luck. If I could find them, they might come in handy.
In the meantime, I had read through the file they kept on me, and it was enough to make me understand I had to move quickly. My awakening was the trigger for Ten Club to begin their final takeover, and it was a sign to the Seers that their time to rise again was here.
I looked at Piper, who still baffled me. I sensed nothing dark inside her. She had no powers, from what I ascertained, but I had zero doubt that she and I were meant to share this path. I’d dreamed of her and that house months before finally tracking her down. What were the odds that she lived in a home my father once owned and that she’d been raised a Spiros? It was more than a coincidence, which meant I would not let her leave my side until I figured out her role.
“I don’t trust you,” she said as she sat at the kitchen table, and I hovered over her. Strange how being near her quieted my mind and allowed me to think more clearly. That was, when I wasn’t busy having thoughts of fucking her.
Play nice, Draco. You need her. Or so I suspected. And above all, do not let her distract you. She was beautiful in a way I’d never seen before. And yes, I had slept with a few women since waking up—wanted to know what the real thing was like—and I had seen plenty of pretty faces, too. But Piper was oblivious to her beauty or did not care one way or another about it. To Piper, it was more important to live a life she was proud of.
So while I found her body and face attractive, those were not what made her different. And a pain in the ass.
My eyes narrowed, knowing I had to choose my words carefully if she was going to come willingly. She’d just said she didn’t trust me.
“Give me a chance to change that,” I said.
“How?” Piper asked.
Good question. Perhaps a show of faith would change her mind. “I give you my word I will not hide anything from you going forward. In fact, I will make you remember what I took from you.”
She frowned, confused.
“I can make people forget things,” I added.
“People like me?”
“Yes. And now I want you to remember,” I commanded.
“Remember what?”
Why the hell hadn’t that worked?
“Draco!” a voice roared from the front of the house. “Show yourself!”
It was King. He was back.
I looked at Piper. “Don’t think with your gut or your heart—they will only deceive you like they did with Leo. Use logic. Use the facts you’re so fond of. King is everything unholy, and if you have doubts about that, then why is he back from the dead after crossing over? How did he live for thousands of years? He is the devil, a master of manipulation. And he created Ten Club.”
She stared back, contemplating my words.
If King is the devil, then what does that make Draco? she wondered to herself.
“Draco! Face me,” King called out.
If my father believed for one second that I was about to scurry off like a coward, he wasn’t as intelligent as the legends said. I fully planned to confront him and make him pay for what he’d done to me.
“I’m in here, Father,” I barked out. “Come face the monster you created.”
Piper
Monster? I wasn’t sure if Draco really saw himself that way, but it wasn’t my problem. My issue was getting the hell out of here. Draco terrified me. So did King. People were not supposed to come back from the dead, let alone live thousands of years.