Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“When will you get out of my mind?”
“When you are no longer of use. Not a moment before.”
“Why are you here? What do you want?”
“I thought we had become friends, my dear Ferg.”
“If this is what you think of as friendship, you’ve lived a sad existence.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “You know nothing about me. Sad is an understatement. Enough small talk.
“I have set the chaos needed for my plans. The fire fairies will set the stage for Cole to help Seraphina escape. I will be calling on your assistance.”
“Wait, this wasn’t the deal. You wanted me to make sure she survives the battle. That is all. You cannot change the terms of our agreement now. Have you no honor?”
I look her over and frown. The way she stands here before me answers my question. I’ve watched women lose their morals with the passing of time.
My Nariah would never. I was the only man to know her. She was mine and I was hers.
“You will do as I say,” Azar snarls. “If you want to know what happened to your precious love, you will do everything I ask.”
With her words, I drop to my knees in pain. A gasp leaves my lips and I clench at my chest. There is a burning in my lungs as if I swallowed fire.
I lift a hand in surrender, hoping she will make it stop. Again, I wonder how she has this much power over me. One thing I’m sure of, this woman is a fire fairy. However, she’s studied the arts of dark magic.
I’ve never heard of a caster with the ability to mock the strength of my kind. Yes, they can learn to wield magic, but things like this are not replicable actions. She would need to be of our blood or the mate of a king.
There’s too much darkness around her for me to scent her true essence. I’ve scented the fire fairy in her blood because she’s been heavily relying on it.
The pain recedes and I suck in a deep breath. Azar tilts her head to the side as she glares down at me. I fall back onto my behind and drape my arms over my knees.
“I will tell you who I am as well. Do as I say, and I will give you all the answers that are swirling in your head.”
“I want to know now. Then I will help you,” I snarl.
“Regain your strength. I must go. My time is up.”
With that, she vanishes, leaving me in the graveyard with my thoughts and regrets. I am being manipulated again. However, I have not decided which is the more dangerous opposition. The bishop or this mutant fairy.
I place my head in my hands. I swallow hard and my throat burns. This has turned into a nightmare within a nightmare.
“How have I gotten here, my love? Will any good ever come of this journey?”
I throw my head back and release a roar into the night.
Intruder
Dinner was so nice. It dawned on me that I was in a real relationship. Bradan doesn’t have to do any of the human things he does for me, but he makes the effort because it makes me happy. How can I not love him?
However, we shouldn’t have come here. The moment we got to the front door was my cue. I knew we should’ve skipped this stop, especially after Tangy said to stop by so late.
I had wanted to come sooner and be done with it. Now I’m ready to lose my shit on everyone in this funky-ass apartment. I’m so mad I can hear my anger sizzling.
“Sorry, I just got in. Give me a sec and I’ll get your package,” Tangy says as she comes out to greet me.
I’ve been waiting ten minutes for her. Leona was the one to open the door for me. She’s the one with the music blasting through the apartment.
I’m so glad to be done with this place. I live in a biker clubhouse filled with supernatural beings and it’s never this noisy and chaotic. There are clothes all over the living room and the sink is filled with dishes.
The place has gone to shit. Not that it was so great before I left. It was at least somewhat clean when I was living here.
“Where the hell is Angel? She better clean this shit up,” Tangy says in disgust as she waves us to follow her.
I should’ve known. Angel is like a tornado. Being the youngest roommate, her life is as messy as she is. Although, I don’t think that’s ever going to change, no matter how old she gets.
Tangy gets to the little hall closet and opens the door. A frown comes to her face as she looks inside. “Well, where the heck did it go?” she murmurs to herself.