Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“For fuck’s sake.” He swoops me into his strong arms, cradling me to his chest.
“I'm not going anywhere with you.”
He ignores me, and as he turns, my head rolls to the side. Through murky vision, I take in the blood-stained floor with dark clumps of muddled ash and all the glass shattered over marble. The splatters of blood paint the walls like something out of a horror movie and darkness weighs down on my chest.
“Leave me here, Legend.”
“Shut the fuck up, London,” he snaps, holding me tighter.
“I hate you and your family,” I tell him, but the warmth of his body draws me closer, so I move the shirt hanging over his shoulder, pressing my cheek to his bare skin.
“There you go, baby,” he whispers, his lips running along my blood-caked forehead. “Now, let’s get out of here, hm?”
There are screams and shouts and then ... darkness.
A smile curves my lips because finally.
Finally ... the Grim Reaper has come for me.
I’m ready for him to take me home.
I win.
I wake with a pounding so heavy; I swear someone is delivering blow after blow as we speak. And they must be wearing brass knuckles because goddamn does that shit hurt. There’s a ringing in my ears and my limbs burn like a flame curling around what’s left of them.
“He’s going to fucking kill you, man,” someone says.
There’s a scoff and then, “Just fucking get on with it. I’ll deal with my brother.”
What... my body twitches.
“She’s waking up.”
The fire grows stronger, and I scream, my back bowing. My eyes fly open and I shoot up, but my shoulders are shoved back to the flat surface in the same instance. My head snaps left to find Silver, his eyes white as a ghost, fingers covered in blood. I look down, watching as he presses them against my skin.
I pull at my strength, tearing free for a moment, and then Legend’s face is above me.
“London, if you don’t sit your fuck—”
I headbutt him with a growl. My head explodes with pain as more blood pours down my face, but I smile manically when the pain finally touches the void in my chest. Blood pours from his nose, dripping over my face and my chest and he growls back, slamming me down.
Panic seers through me, and my body begins to shake as if they shot me with a two-prong taser on full fucking force.
Legend’s eyes pop wide.
“You see that?” Silver hisses.
“Are you hurting her?!” he shouts.
“Well … yeah, man. Hurts before it heals.”
Heals.
Silver is healing me.
“No.” I yank my arm, but the second it moves, it’s as if flames lick their way across my flesh, and a scream bubbles up inside of me again. Something is shoved into my mouth, so I bite down as hard as I can, my tongue instantly hit with rosemary and gasoline. It’s a toxic concoction that makes my tastebuds dance. My eyes open.
It's Legend.
A smirk pulls at his lips, but the creases at the edge of his eyes give away his concern. Concern for me. “Bite it off if you need to, anything to shut you up.”
I sink my teeth farther into the flesh of his fist and he growls, a groan mixed into it.
If I were thinking right at the moment, I would roll my eyes, but I can’t see past the pain...and he kind of likes it.
“Almost done,” Silver whispers.
Forcing myself to look, I watch as he spins his fingers and wrists this way then the next, twisting and turning, fingers playing as if pressing the keys of a piano. Slowly, the deep gashes he reopened begin to close until all that’s left are the smears of the mess I made. His eyes pop up to meet mine a moment, and then a piercing shriek fights its way up my throat as he breaks every bone in my hands at once, resetting them in the next.
The pain is gone as soon as the last pieces of me reconnect and my muscles slump with fatigue.
Slowly, Legend takes his fist from my mouth and brings it to his, his tongue flicking across his flesh until the blood is gone. He pins me with a scowl. “I should spank your fucking ass.”
“Fuck you, and I didn’t ask to be healed.” I tear my hands from Silver’s when he reaches out, likely to inspect his work.
“Knight would murder me if I let you die.” Silver glares.
“Scared little bitch—”
“Don’t start problems with me, babe. You’re going to need me one day and—”
“You’re fucking delusional.” I close my eyes.
“Your body needs to recharge.”
“Recharge,” I mock. “I’m not a fucking battery.”
Someone’s phone rings, and then Legend says, “Fuck, we gotta go. Now.”
“I’ll stay with her a little longer and then take her back.” Silver offers as he reaches toward my chin, sighing when I jerk away. “She shouldn’t enter a portal yet.”