Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Of the way she’d saved Conall from the silver bullets.
All the lies he’d believed about her seemed ridiculous now. Feeling his chest ache with a strength of emotion that surprised him, his heart beating a wee bit faster than usual, Conall cleared his throat. “There was a shopkeeper in Budapest.”
Thea narrowed her eyes and nodded.
“Did you kill him?”
Disbelief slackened her features. “What? No.” She shook her head. “I liked the old guy. He was always lecturing me about walking around by myself at night. Strangers rarely care about other strangers, but he seemed genuinely concerned for me. That night someone came in to rob the store while I was there. I got that feeling I told you about … my internal alarm system that warns me of danger. The gunman was going to harm the shopkeeper, so I stupidly stepped in, even though I knew my kind of activity sends up a flare in the supernatural community. Ashforth has eyes and ears everywhere, apparently. The gunman shot me and seeing me react inhumanly caused the old man to flee. The gunman fled too.”
She shrugged, her tone defensive. “I knew I had to leave the country after that, but I didn’t have enough money, so I stole from the cash register. I’m not proud of that but I considered it payment for saving the shopkeeper’s life.”
Fuck.
Conall sighed, hating to impart the news. “He’s dead, Thea. The shopkeeper’s dead. Ashforth showed me photographs. Of him and of others. And he told me they were your victims.”
He watched the color drain from her face as she pushed up onto her feet, giving him her back. The shadowy room filled with static and then the lights flickered on before blazing to life.
Conall bit back a curse at the show of power and studied Thea’s slender back, remembering the scars he’d seen beneath her shirt. That ache in his chest flared, the knot in his gut tightened again, and he wished Ashforth was in front of him so he could rip his fucking heart out.
The intensity of the feeling was overwhelming.
She turned to him, desolate. “I’ve never intentionally harmed a human. Not since that guard back at Ashforth’s island house. He’s lying. About all of them. I would never hurt an innocent or someone who can’t fight back.”
Conall nodded, thinking of the atrocities Ashforth had committed to keep Thea’s existence a secret. “He’s killing witnesses to cover your trail.”
She pressed a hand to her mouth. “Oh my God.” She looked sick as the magnitude of Ashforth’s crimes set in. Her hand dropped limply to her side, her expression stark. “Maybe I should have stayed with him. All those people would be alive. They died for my freedom.”
Angry at her self-directed and misplaced guilt, Conall stood and glowered down at her. “No. Their deaths are not on you. You’re not responsible for Ashforth’s actions. He’s a psychopath.”
She made a harsh sound of strangled laughter. “Actually, I don’t know if he is. I looked up the definition of psychopath and Ashforth isn’t emotionally shallow or without conscience. He has the ability to love, to care. He loved his family. But, ultimately, he loves power more. Ashforth is a megalomaniac. And that unnatural drive to obtain power has warped him. It’s an obsession. It makes him justify all the bad things he’s done. And somewhere along the way, I think it just became easier for him to stop seeing me as a person, as Thea, and more as an object of power. Killing innocent people”—she shook her head—“he’s so far gone now. I can only imagine Amanda’s death was a catalyst. Something’s snapped in his mind.”
Conall thought that made sense. He nodded. “He needs to achieve what he set out to achieve, otherwise her death was for nothing.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry I believed you killed Amanda.”
He saw the harsh grief mar her face before she hid it beneath her rage. “The first hunter he sent after me was a mercenary for hire, armed with a dart gun and Ashforth’s drug. He said he didn’t know why Ashforth wanted me back alive, that if I had killed his wife, he’d take his revenge on the spot. And that’s when I knew he probably told Devon that I murdered Amanda. I wanted to kill Ashforth for that. Everything he’d done to me … and somehow,” she said, her jaw tensing as she blinked, fighting back tears, “somehow that was the worst.”
His throat thickened, watching her battle her emotions and win. There was a part of him relieved that she won. Conall wasn’t sure how he’d cope with Thea crying.
“Thea, what is the weapon he used against you?” He sounded gruff, impatient. However, his frustration wasn’t just with her. He was frustrated with himself for believing Ashforth’s lies. And he wanted Thea to trust him.