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)
Yet he’s never approached me. I sigh and begin to put my things away. I think it’s time I go home.
I need a shower and some sleep. Maybe then I can focus on something other than a big, sexy biker who’s not even interested in me. Like I would be able to talk to him if he were.
“Actually, I was about to leave,” I say shyly, proving my thoughts right.
I’m not even that into this guy and I want to curl into myself instead of talking. I’ve always dreamed my person would be someone I could hide in or they would have the ability to bring me safely out of my shell.
“Oh,” Ferg says and pouts. “Maybe some other time.”
“Maybe,” I reply.
I sigh. Maybe I should give this guy a chance. It’s not like I stand a chance with that biker. I’m a thirty-year-old nursing student and a virgin on top of that.
Okay, twenty-nine, but I’ll be thirty soon. It’s not like I’m going to have a lot of options these days. To this day, I can remember the social worker who drilled it in my head to save it—Mrs. Perkins.
I will forever remember her name and face. She had been my one constant. She probably didn’t mean for me to hold out for this long.
“I’ve seen you here before. Maybe I can treat you to dinner next time.”
I shrug. “I have plans tomorrow night, I won’t be here for long. Maybe the night after. I still have this paper to finish, so I’ll be here,” I say.
“It’s a date. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Okay.” I smile and give a small wave as I turn to leave.
I step out of the diner and an eerie feeling comes over me. I look around the empty street. The diner is in the factory district. Probably not the best place to be around alone this time of night.
Big Red usually leaves the same time I do. I’ve noticed him sitting on his bike while looking down at his phone. He doesn’t take off until I’m in my car and have started it.
I guess that’s where my hope has stemmed from. I thought maybe he wanted to make sure I was safe or something. And here we have reason one hundred and one why I should stop reading romance novels.
I move quickly to my car in the small parking lot. Tossing my bag inside, I hop in and lock the doors behind me. Starting the engine, I take a glance back at the diner.
Ferg is nice looking, but I can’t help wondering what happened to my fiery biker. I’ve begun to look forward to his intoxicating presence. I shove down the feeling and pull off.
“Maybe seeing me on a date will get him to make a move.”
A tiny smile comes to my lips. I would love to watch that big man become all possessive over me. Gah, why can’t I have an interesting life?
Ferg
“Did you find the girl?” The bishop asks as soon as I enter his office.
No other greeting. Always straight to the point. We are his soldiers, nothing more.
“I think so.”
“You think so?” he replies dryly.
“How are we to know which one she is? The locator spell has been leading us in four different directions. I didn’t sense a child.”
“Did I ask you to try to sense a child? I gave you a spelled charm. You were to bring me the one the charm led you to. Where is she?”
“I wasn’t sure she was the one.”
The bishop stands and flips his desk over. “Why is it so hard to follow directions? I led you straight to her. Did the charm not respond as you approached her?”
“It did.”
“Get out of my sight. Clearly, you couldn’t handle this on your own. You will take the others with you and bring her back to me.”
“But the charms have led us in four different directions. How are we to know which is right?”
“We follow them all. Stop thinking, Ferg. It’s not what you’ve been blessed to do.”
I tighten my lips but say no more. There is something awry here. The prophecy speaks of the son. We need to find the one with the child. Three other women shouldn’t come to harm.
“Ferg?”
“Yes, Bishop.”
“I do hope for your sake that you at least masked your scent. I don’t need anyone finding out that you’ve been to see her before you can capture her. If she is the one, I will not be forgiving. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” I say tightly.
The Bishop
I stand with my hands on my hips, staring at the mess I made in my rage. I’m so close to my goal. My master will have his freedom.
This is the first time there has been no interference while hunting Tanrı’s unnatural mutts. Somehow, Tanrı has managed to throttle our moves without breaking the accords and freeing my master from his cage. This should not be, but you can’t trust the gods.