Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Her brows furrowed.
“You’re stronger than me,” she pointed out. “And you drink my blood and are able to sustain yourself.”
“I am able to sustain myself, yes,” I agreed. “But I can’t do that on a continual basis. My body needs human blood to work. I can just go longer than most. I just drink you because you taste delicious.”
She blushed profusely.
I found myself grinning despite the fact that this situation was beyond serious.
“We have alarms set throughout the house that activate when certain gases are sensed,” Pavlov added his two cents.
Acadia stiffened.
“Actually, the alarms were going off,” Acadia added. “I remember them now. I was freaked out about the little girl standing in the middle of the snow more so, though. The alarms didn’t even register to me as significant until right now. Not to mention they stopped the moment I opened the door to the house.”
“She left the door wide open,” Abe said. “I watched the feed. The fresh air must’ve been enough to cause the gas to dissipate.”
“Fox’s kids aren’t vampires. How are they all right?” I countered.
“My kids were sleeping in the safe room. It has a different ventilation system than the rest of the house, remember?” Fox supplied.
I gritted my teeth.
“Yeah, I remember,” I grunted. “How’d she get gas anywhere near this place? Seems to me this is still questionable. Nobody but us should know the whereabouts of this place unless one of us was talking.”
“Or one of us could lock onto a person and teleport like you or I do.”
I gritted my teeth.
“That would mean she was made by someone in our line.”
The words sent chills down my spine, but each of the men in the room knew that.
“Why now?” I finally asked. “Why this? Why her?”
“You’ve never been serious with anyone else before,” Fox said quietly. “You announced your intentions to the world with that little stunt with the mayor. Maybe she wasn’t happy being replaced.”
I felt Acadia’s nails digging into my side, and I squeezed her hip to help calm her.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered into her ear.
“How can I not?” she growled cutely back.
“Because I plan on fixing everything.”
CHAPTER 23
I’d rather not.
-Coffee Cup
ACADIA
“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when you said you’d fix everything,” I murmured quietly to the man at my side.
Constantine didn’t even crack a smile.
His eyes were focused straight forward, and he was staring at the destruction of his home with nothing but a blank mask covering his face.
I could hear the flashes going off behind us, and I knew that every news channel in the area was currently taping our every reaction.
We’d been waiting here for something to happen for over ten minutes, and I was half convinced that said trap that they all felt was here wasn’t actually here. Surely something would’ve happened by now if it was going to happen… right?
“Aren’t you worried that I’ll die a terrible death if I’m here?”
He looked at me then, his face filled with amusement.
“Did you forget that I could transport you anywhere I wanted you to go with less than a thought on my part?” he questioned.
I pursed my lips.
“I don’t understand why I couldn’t stay where I was,” I grumbled under my breath.
I really did not want to be here. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I somehow knew that I shouldn’t be here. Something was practically screaming at me to break free and run from this place. To cut out and get away while I still could.
Rationally, I knew that Con could take me wherever the hell I needed to go. Rationally, I knew that he was strong, fast, and could likely change the world if he put his mind to it.
But irrationally, something was squigging me out. Whether it be the cameras that I could still feel through the trees that managed to escape the explosion, or the fact that something felt off.
Whatever it was, my sixth senses were screaming at me to get gone.
But I couldn’t leave. Not without seriously dividing not only Con’s attention but also my brothers’ as well, seeing as they were both here for some reason.
We passed the cemetery, and I felt rather than saw Con’s emotions go from bad to worse. His eyes landed on the desecrated grave, the resting place of his baby girl.
It was when I saw the tiny little bones of a hand that I lost it. I stopped and stared, a sense of utter horror at what had been done to this tiny girl’s resting place, and wished that this had never happened to Con.
“Come on.” Con’s words were short and clipped, but I could feel the underlying tension. The anger that was building and building. It—he—would blow here shortly, I just knew it.
He grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me along, forcing me to walk when I wanted nothing more than to run in the opposite direction.