AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Keir nodded. “Abby is a witch. We all knew her chances were slim at best to fight the vampire blood. And now that we know who she is and what she’s capable of, well, she can’t live with vampires with her gift of turning water to blood. With Liam alive, the moment she is released, she will go to him. Ending her life is—”
Damien’s eyes flashed with fury and he raised his hand, sending Keir backward into the wall.
“Damien.” I dove in front of his line of sight to Keir. “Save your anger for Liam. If he dies, Abby won’t be drawn to him any longer and she may have a chance.”
Damien opened his mouth to say something when a door slammed. Then Waleron walked down the hallway toward us.
And, Jesus, he looked furious, eyes a pale ice blue and brows lowered over them. My eyes landed on the crushed cell phone in his hand. Oh, God, something happened. I lived in perpetual fear that Liam would call Waleron and tell him.
My throat closed up as my nerves clamped down on me.
Waleron nodded toward the bedroom door. “He lives?”
Keir nodded.
“Good,” Waleron said. “I need him functioning by tomorrow night.”
“Damien told us Abby Turned,” Keir said.
“Yes. Simian is with her.” Waleron turned to Damien. “I gave Abby animal blood and she’s calm and sane. I need you to call Simian to you. Then you’ll return to Florida. The jet is waiting at Pearson.”
“I’m not fuckin’ leaving,” Damien stated, eyes unwavering from Waleron’s.
Oh shit. This was not good.
“It’s unwise for you to be here, Damien,” Waleron said. “You’ve done more than could be asked to help this witch. You must let her go, as must Simian. She’s a vampire now.”
Damien glared at Waleron, his hands curled into fists, cheeks with deep red splotches on them. He suddenly smashed his fist through the drywall.
I held my breath, waiting for him to do more, but he brushed past Waleron and went upstairs. I heard the front door slam.
“Waleron, there must be a way to help Abby,” Jedrik said.
“There is nothing we can do,” Waleron stated. “Liam wishes to negotiate for Rayne’s release.”
“We don’t negotiate. Ever,” Keir stated. “It’s out of the question. We go after him. Simple.”
I watched Waleron. He was off. Something was really off. He was steady. Calm. Face unemotional, but it was the hint of uneasiness in his stance. Probably no one would pick up on it except me.
A shiver went down my spine as I realized what was different. He’d not once looked at me.
“We will meet Liam tomorrow evening,” Waleron said and tossed the busted cell on the side table. All eyes went to it then back to him. “I will inform Trinity.”
I didn’t imagine Trinity would be pleased that one of her coven girls had fucked up so royally. She liked debts paid to her, never vice versa, and she’d owe the Scars after this.
I stiffened when finally Waleron’s gaze settled on me, and it was far from a good settle. It was so fierce and filled with unadulterated fury that I actually felt that my life might be in danger.
It took him five strides to reach me, and it took everything I had not to run. Shit, I probably couldn’t anyway because I was freaking out and frozen.
He grabbed my forearm, fingers bruising as he yanked me up against his chest then locked me to him, eyes glaring into mine as if daring me to say something.
I didn’t. Shit, I couldn’t even breathe.
Waleron placed one arm around my back, and then there was a swirling mist around us. My vision blurred. My body turned ice-cold.
Then nothing.
