Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Creed’s lip twitches, but he doesn’t give anything away. Less than what I thought he would.
“I’m not asking for permission.” I make that shit clear, watching as London takes a shot of Fae dust—that she shouldn’t have been able to see, but figuring out who gave it to her is an issue for another day—and hands it down the line to her friends. “And besides, the girl is fucking wasted.”
I shove Creed out of the way, and just as she and her little posse are about to walk the opposite direction down the road, I drop the seal that was hiding us and reach for her hand. On impact, my palm ignites into flames, and she turns slowly, her eyes coming to mine.
“Knight?”
I ignore the idiots she surrounds herself with. “You’re coming with me.”
“But my friends.” She gestures to them, and before I can give her time to say no, I pull her in closer. She can’t see the portal, she’s not made of magic, but if she did, I’d be able to blame it on the Fae juice she’s been sucking on like a fucking calf does its mother’s tit.
“Knight—” Her voice is cut short when I cover her mouth with my hand and step us both through the murky water. She stops fighting when gravity gives way and our bodies turn upside down. An eruption of colors rains down around us as her little body goes limp. I hear the loud crack vibrate behind me as the portal closes and we continue to swim through time. Either Creed threw her crew in too—which knowing him he would—or he shut it down and is playing mind games with Ben.
A bright light mirrors back at us from deep in the tunnel, and as seconds fly past us, that same circle gets bigger and bigger. The landing is rough, especially if you don’t know how to do it, which London won’t. Aside from that too, she’s also human. It will kill her on impact. It should. I should just let her splatter and be done with it.
A sharp pain stabs at my chest at the thought and I grit my teeth, ignoring that bitch.
I intensify my grip around her mouth and flip us around, so I land first to stop the blow. Crack! The back of my skull cracks on collision and death crawls its long fingers over the sides of my cheek for a second before receding.
London doesn’t move in my grip, and when I see Creed jump through the portal and it slam shut behind him, I don’t know if I’m relieved he didn’t shove someone like Ben down with him, or panicked? Angry? I don’t care. Having her beneath my grip is everything I want. I want to tear through her mind to see what goes on inside there. Maybe she could tell me why I’m so fucking obsessed with her. Or maybe I should just punish her.
I shove her off me and she rolls to the side, sucking in a deep breath.
The Weeknd sounds through the dark room, with little bubbles of light floating above our heads, giving just enough to show what you want to see.
Creed stares blankly at her before coming back to me. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Yeah, fuck. Me too.
He makes his way to the floating bar in the corner of the room, where cobblestones unfold onto the back wall, displaying every poison you’d ever want. Fae dust, Cupid’s capsules, dragon ash, and pixie plants grown from earth pixies. That shit will knock you right out, and all of this isn’t allowed earthbound. If humans get their hands on this shit, it risks exposure. Not that the government doesn’t already know. Pretty sure there’s a whole file for us in the Pentagon—not that they would ever admit it. Humans like to hide behind their narcissism. There can’t possibly be any other beings except for them. In our defense, and others that are living out there, it works. We love that they’re fucking stupid. Makes it easy for us to hide.
“Jesus fuck!” London pushes herself up from the ground, her blonde hair falling over her slender back. “I feel sick.”
“Hey!” Kaia, an earth Pixie, kneels down to her level, looking between London and me. “I’m Kaia. Smoke this. It’ll help.”
London takes the rolled up blunt from her and brings it to her lips. “I think I’m tripping majorly. I have no idea what’s happening.”
Kaia’s eyes narrow on her before she gives her a hand to help her to her feet. “Smoke. It’ll level you out from all the…err…coke?”
I step backward and away from London, needing space. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking bringing her through the portal. The fucking chick has me doing shit I would never do. The longer I think about it, the angrier I get. Something is off about this.