Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“You don’t sound like you’re doing so good; do you want me to come over?”
“I don’t think we’re really allowed to be seen together. You know, for obvious reasons ...”
She snorts. “I am stealth, honey. I’ll find a way. Do not doubt it.”
“Alarick isn’t going to be happy with that.”
“Alarick can fight me then.”
I chuckle. I do like her, there’s no doubt about that.
“You leave it with me, I’m going to find a way to you. I promise you that. Sit tight.”
I hang up after a few more laughs and swipe my tears. I reach down in the room I’m staying at back at Cohen’s, and pick up a picture of Magnolia and myself. My heart aches and my nostrils burn at the threat of even more tears. I miss her so much. I miss them both so much. I wish they were here right now so I had someone to talk to, someone to tell me we’re going to get through this.
I put the picture down and stand, walking out into the living area. The house is quiet, Cohen is at the club, and I made him promise not to let Alarick come here for a few days, that I needed space. He agreed, but told me he can’t get involved and isn’t going to keep Alarick out for long, that he’s got to respect his President also.
I get that.
But I only need a few days.
The reason being that I’m going to get out of here. I’m going to find somewhere to go and look into Cova myself.
I know it’s wrong.
I know it’s dangerous.
But I also know I can’t sleep until I know more about Cova.
I’m going to go through Mom’s things, the things we packed into boxes and never read through. I know she’s got to have something in there, some information, anything at all. Even a picture. I want to help King, I want to find where my sister was sent, I want to get her back.
I know there is one place I can find that information.
One place where it’ll be easy for me to access.
But I’ll be going into the devil’s pen.
I have a plan, though. A plan that could ultimately put me in harm’s way, but I think it’ll work.
I think I can convince Dax to tell me where Cova is.
I just have to have something to give him, that’s going to mean more than her life.
I only want one thing and, in exchange, I will give him something he’s wanting.
The club off his back.
I know it’s a risk, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
Right now, the only thing that matters is getting the information he hangs onto so dearly.
I’m not making a smart choice, but I’m making a choice all the same.
I just hope it works out.
Because if it doesn’t, I’ll lose everything.
Everything.
“QUICK, BEFORE ANYONE sees me.”
I stare at Waverly, halfway through Cohen’s open back window. She’s flushed and red and looks like she’s been running.
I literally have no idea how she got here, how she got the window open, and why she’s stuck halfway through it. But I can’t help the laughter that bursts out of my mouth at the sight of her.
“What are you doing, you crazy woman?” I laugh.
“I told you I’d find a way to get here, and I did. But my god, those bikers can run fast.”
Oh, god.
“You’re going to give them a damned heart attack!”
She climbs in and then waves her hand. “Eh, it’ll do them good. Keep them on their toes.”
“Until you get back.”
She grins. “Yeah, that. But, I had to see you and I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way. Not even a bunch of angry bikers.”
I’m grateful.
So grateful.
Even so I text Cohen and tell him she’s with me and not to barge in the front door and carry on. Just let her stay here and watch the house. He replies back and lets me know that Mykel is going to have her ass on a platter, but that’s for a later date. I laugh, show Waverly, and then the two of us flop back onto the couch with a bottle of vodka.
Exactly what I need.
“So, tell me,” Waverly says, pouring a drink. “What’s going on between you and the king?”
I snort. “You have such a way with words.”
“Well, he is the high ruler and all of that. Might as well call it as I see it. He is a grumpy bugger, though, isn’t he?”
I nod, sipping the vodka and squinting as it burns my throat. “You’re not wrong.”
“What did he do to upset you so much?”
I exhale. “It’s a long story.”
She leans over and refills my cup. “We’ve got all night.”
I tell her everything, excluding King being alive, and then wait as she processes it. For a moment, she just stares at me, eyes wide, and then she says, “Oh lordy, I’m starting to get it. He didn’t tell you that you had a sister?”