I lay on the cold cement floor of the CPI labs. Everything inside me sizzled and fizzled like water dancing on a hot skillet. Anda had vanished back inside me with the magic bomb I'd somehow managed to set off. "You have excellent instincts, Kiema. Remember that," she said from inside me somewhere. "Then I'd really appreciate those training lessons you said you'd give me. If I don't even know when Asta shows up, how am I supposed to save and protect my family?" I retorted. "The answers will come to you, little sister. Do not fear. Your time is coming soon." With that, she once again disappeared. I rolled to my side, my head and body aching with each breath. "Thanks a lot for nothing.""Well, that's a little rude, luv," Lukas said as he helped me to my knees. "I was doing the best I could, considering I was smashed face first into the floor."I chuckled. "I was talking to Anda. Not you. Thank you, Lukas, for helping me up." He glanced over me quickly before turning to At
"Watch the bloody holes, luv. My spleen can't take much more of your shite driving.""I've never driven before, so be glad you're still alive, you bonking wanker."I smiled. She had picked up my slang faster than I could have imagined, but I was pretty sure she didn't really understand what she was actually saying. "I still don't understand how I got stuffed on the floor while you get to ride pretty as you please up there," I said from my hiding spot just behind the driver's seat of the truck. "Because they'll recognize your face. Except for Ferria, Juan, and Aeron, no one here should know who I am. And you can keep my magical signature from flaring. Hence, I get to see what's going on. While you get to sit back and wonder. You know, like when you left me under a rock for hours on end." I sighed hugely. "Just hurry up. But try to get us there in one piece. This is the worst plan I've ever been a part of. You just want Ransom and Saint to kill me before Atlas gets a chance
I shut the door with a soft click. "Oh thank Gaia. I don't think we were seen." I slumped against the door in petrified joy. Turning, I felt that joy ooze away as fear strangled me once again. The man was as tall as Saint, even if he was slimmer. His muscles were clearly defined - especially the ones in his arm. The ones locked around Lukas' neck? Yeah, those were deliciously outlined in the soft lighting. My body went warm and liquid. I brushed it aside. This man had one of my family. No matter how much I wanted to take him in my mouth, bathe in his scent, he didn't get to do that to one of mine. I really hoped he wanted to be one of mine. I could definitely get on board with that idea. Then I wouldn't have to punish him. Or I could let him punish me."For fuck sake, Kiema, get your bloody head out of your knickers and do something," Lukas said, his voice a strained whisper. He was pulling on the man's arm, trying to get some room for his neck, probably needing some extr
Glaring at the beautiful woman in my arms, I rolled my eyes. Could no one follow a simple ancient prophecy these days? Must they always run around indulging their own whims while eons of history are tossed aside like so much trash? She stirred. The potion I'd blown at her should have kept her under far longer than a handful of seconds. I gritted my teeth. Something else she's screwing up for me. With a sigh, she curled against my chest. My lower body tugged. I dismissed the sensation. There was much more at stake here than just my raging body in need of satisfaction. Moving to my little area at the end and around the corner of the lines of shelves, I set her down in my chair. I went back and retrieved the male. Another complication I hadn't planned on. They were making me out to be a fool, and they didn't even realize it. The main door slammed open. I snarled as I glanced over my shoulder in the direction of the entrance. Did no one recognize the books? There were literally
I kept my tears to myself, knowing instinctually this man was going to hate me for what I was doing even if it was saving him. I didn't need to add insult to injury by letting him see my understanding that his structured and disciplined life held no love. Over his head, I could see Lukas trying to get up to his hands and knees. My brother made it, barely, but he was making his way towards us. His desire to help, to protect, even in his slightly damaged state, was something beautiful to watch. "What the fuck did you just do to me?" the man between my legs snarled at me."I made you whole. Welcome to the fucking family." Levering myself up against his chest, I pushed to my feet. The hollow emptiness between my legs...I brushed it aside. I needed to get this odious man and Lukas out of this hell hole before Ferria or Asta found us. Grabbing Lukas under one of his arms, I helped him to his feet. The man who unhappily completed my mate ring was already on his feet. He was boun
"And now we're in a jail-type situation. Waiting on my evil adopted monster to come kill the guys and siphon my magic. And they - well, we - did not live happily every after. The End," Kiema finished her tale with a weak laugh. "I'm glad you don't mind standing or laying down, honey. Your ass is mine," I growled low over the mental connection she'd forced open with her banshee screams."Get me out of here, and you can claim my ass anytime you want, Saint baby."My dick gave a half-hearted jerk at her words. I was too fucking upset and scared to think about her ass in anything but disciplinary terms right now. "I can get her tracker data. See where she's at. If she's far enough away from Juan, I can detonate him. She might be able to escape in the panic," Xander offered. "Do it. Now," I growled. He shot me a scowl; brows arched high over his dark eyes.. "Please." I sighed. "Thanks, brother."He slapped me on the shoulder as he raced by. With a dark laugh, he said, "
"What the fuck just happened? Was that a bomb?"The woman laughed. "Oh yeah. My fake daddy's the bomb.""I didn't ask, and certainly don't care, what you think of your father. Even if he is fake. Where was the bomb even located?" I asked as we ran down another alley. "No, gov. She means her fake father was literally the bomb. Her men got to him, shot him up with tiny robots. I'm guessing they detonated him as a distraction. Thank Gaia we were on the other side of the place," the man explained as we all stopped at an empty corner. Peeking around the edge of the building, the woman nodded as she beckoned us to follow her as she crossed into the street. We plunged down another dark alley. The stench of piss, vomit, and desperation pushed at even my deadened sense of smell. I turned my head. I grabbed the woman's hand as the sound of footsteps up ahead registered in my ears. "Stop. Someone's up there."She stopped immediately, pushed to the side of the building, pressed up a
I rocked to a stop when I saw Ferria standing in the glow of a streetlight. I almost chuckled. She was a whore. It was about time she stood in her natural habitat."There you are, you little bitch. Where's my magic?" she demanded, not moving from under the spill of the light."If you're talking about the spheres, that would be my magic. And it's back where it belongs." I laid a hand on my chest. "Guess you're shit out of luck, you filthy cunt."She jerked back as if I'd struck her. I felt like rejoicing. I'd always wanted to tell her my thoughts and feelings about how she treated her husband, but also herself. The woman had no self-respect. Always searching for power from outside. She'd never known, or understood, that she had more than enough power inside her. "Watch how you talk to me, little girl. Or this won't end well for you." She leaned forward, her face a horror mask under the unrelenting bright white light of the streetlamp. "Oh no. What are you going to do? Bea