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“Where do you want to meet?”
Dragon’s eyes are like windows and reveal he’s close to violence. “Tell me, you fucker.”
I take out the other papers and hold them up in front of the screen so he can see I have what he wants.
“Let’s do this. Just you and me. My daughter for these papers. The Titan empire for her life. Deal?”
“Glad you’re seeing this my way. I’m sure you’ve heard how I have come across a new mansion recently. I think you know it. My new office does have a few stains. I’m standing where your life should have ended. You have twenty minutes.”
Dragon hangs up and I fall into his arms. “Oh my God, Dragon. I can’t live without my baby.” I’m shaking so badly my teeth knock together.
He kneels in front of me and his next words tear me to shreds. “Our daughter will be in your arms before the night is over. I promise. Or I die trying. There is no other option.”
“Her name is Heaven.”
“Heaven,” he repeats reverently as he stands and cups the back of my head. “You will be holding Heaven tonight. I promise.”
I nod absently and excuse myself while everyone prepares for the coming fight. Shouting, weapons talk, and revving motorcycles set my already frayed nerves on edge. I needed to calm down and get my head right.
Nova moves to walk with me but I hold a hand up. “I just need a moment. I won’t go far. Tell Dragon to give me two minutes, okay?”
I need to think, to breathe. I finally took Doc’s advice and told Hark. And now he could lose everything. What an absolute shit show my life has become. But I did the right thing. I know I did. The fury and life in his eyes for his daughter is beyond anything I have seen in him before. I actually feel sorry for Sean when he catches up with him.
Behind me six or seven motorcycles rumble and roar, the sound intense and deafening. I continue around the side of the mansion and the second I am out of sight that’s when I feel it. Pain across the back of my head and then my vision fades to black.
Nineteen
Asena
Ithink I’m dreaming at first. The sound of a child’s whimper. Echoes of feet walking across tiles. The sound of hummingbirds.
The second my eyes open the room around me starts to spin. I groan through the throbbing pain in my head and slam my eyes shut again until the feeling of nausea passes.
“There you are. I thought I hit you a little too hard.”
I blink my eyes open slowly and try to sit up. A bolt of lightning shoots behind my eyes.
Son of a bitch!
I breathe through the pain. I open my other senses. Nothing. No traffic, no crickets. No gunfire.
Penetrating blue eyes and an ash blond braid fill my vision when I dare try opening them again.
“Doc.” Relief makes my shoulders sag. “Thank God! I think I’m bleeding.”
I look around me. Water, rolling steam. Hanging vines? “Why Am I in the bathhouse?”
A tiny cry stabs through my fogginess and I bolt to sitting—everything comes to me in a flash of dread.
And so does another reality. “You. It was you. You hit me. I saw you out of the corner of my eye. Before…why?” I raise a hand to check the back of my head. I pull back blood on the ends of my fingertips.
In a panic, I try to stand but I feel my knees and legs not getting the signals from my brain.
“You don’t get your happily ever after, little girl.” All the kindness and compassion in Doc’s expression and tone melt away to reveal vileness so rotten the stench reaches into me and twists.
I dry heave, nothing coming up since I haven’t eaten in forever. Pain rolls through me and it takes me several seconds to try and control my spazzing diaphragm.
Heavy boots on cool marble sound like a herd of elephants when you have your ear pressed to the floor trying not to hurl.
