Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“I need to find that girl. I need to clear my name. I need answers. He’s the only person I know who can help me with all of that.”
“Why would you risk your life trying to find that girl? You had nothing to do with that.”
I shake my head, tired of explaining the same story over and over. “That’s not what everyone in the town thinks, and I need to prove to them all that I’m not my father.”
“It won’t matter what you do, they won’t change their mind. You’re wasting your time and getting caught up in dangerous things to do it.”
I am trying to keep calm, but it’s frustrating that he doesn’t understand where I’m coming from.
“Look, I know it’s probably a bad decision, but it is a decision I made and I’m sticking to it. I understand if you want nothing to do with me because of that choice, and I will respect it. But I couldn’t not come here and apologize to you.”
His face softens. “I don’t know you well enough to tell you what to do, Mera, but please be careful. That club is known for being involved in some pretty illegal shit, and I don’t want you getting caught up in that.”
I nod. “I promise I’ll be careful. If it isn’t too much to ask, I would love if we can still remain friends. You’re about the only person in this town that doesn’t hate me.”
He smiles now, and I exhale with relief.
“You know I can’t say no to that kind of offer.”
I laugh. “Thanks, I think.”
He chuckles. “We’ll catch up later for drinks?”
“I’d love that.”
Leaving his house, I feel a touch lighter. Like I have one less thing to worry about. I like Jace, and I’d hate to ruin a budding friendship by being dishonest with him. He might not like my choices, but at least I’m truthful about them.
Arriving back at the hotel, I make my way toward my room, desperate for a nap. I haven’t slept properly since I’ve been here, and it’s starting to take its toll. Unlocking the door, I step inside and notice something on the ground. There is a folded slip of paper just beneath my door. Frowning, I reach down and pick it up, opening it and reading the words inside.
Confusion washes over me.
Come find her, if you can.
He can help you, if you’re lucky.
Know this, though, everything you think you know ... is a lie.
The secrets this town holds will crush you.
I promise you that.
What the hell?
I flip the note over, but that’s all that’s written on it.
My heart skips a beat as I try to decipher the words.
Someone is messing with me, but why?
He wants me to come and find the girl? Is this some sort of game? Is he enjoying watching me being tormented? The question is, why? Why would anyone want to hurt me? I haven’t done a single thing wrong to deserve that.
I’m missing something here.
I know that for certain.
Frustrated, I pull out my phone and dial Wolfe. He agreed to help me, so he can start with trying to figure out who the hell is watching me and leaving notes.
“Why are you calling Rook?”
Esme’s voice comes across the line, and I want to slam the phone down and scream as loudly as I can, but, instead, I stay calm.
“I need to speak to him. Put him on the phone.”
“If you’re trying to worm your way in, know this, he’s going to make me his Old Lady, and I’m not letting anyone get in the way of that.”
My chest clenches.
“Put him on the phone, Esmerelda.”
“Do not—”
“Why the fuck are you answerin’ my phone?”
Wolfe’s angry voice can be heard in the background, and then scratching sounds come across the line before I hear him growl, “What?”
Breathe, Mera.
“I need to see you.”
“I agreed to help you, but I’m not your fuckin’ call boy.”
Stay calm.
“I got a note. Pushed under my door. Can I see you or should I take it to the cops?”
He growls.
“Five minutes. Don’t move.”
Then, the line disconnects.
“Sir, yes sir,” I mutter, tossing the phone down.
I sit and wait until the familiar rumbling sound of Wolfe’s bike can be heard out front. Less than a minute later, my door swings open and he walks inside followed by Talon. Seriously, he had to bring him? The one person who probably wants to see me dead. Talon’s eyes swing to me, and they are so intense I can’t help but look away. Freaks me out the way he stares.
“Show me,” Wolfe orders, stretching out a hand.
I give him the note, and he reads over it, his face darkening with the shadow of a secret. He knows something, something more than he is letting on.
“Someone is just messin’ with you,” he murmurs, shoving the note into his pocket.