Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Fine, but what about Nolan?” Fox demanded. “Winter and I talked to him. He never chose to be Christoph’s pet. And even if Christoph tricked him into saying yes, there’s no fucking way Nolan knew what he was agreeing to.”
“Exactly!” Sky pointed a finger at Fox and the witch across the room grinned at him. “Nolan was acting drunk that night at Phoenix. That asshole tried to drain him! Nolan knew nothing about vampires until a few days prior. He didn’t know what he was getting into. It’s not right that he’s trapped with Christoph because the vampire was a sneaky, slimy…”
“Asshole?” Winter provided with a smirk.
“Yes!”
“Father,” Marcus interjected in a low, hard voice. “They’re here.”
A wave of biting cold swept through Sky, bringing up goose bumps all across his flesh while an icicle stabbed the center of his stomach. He didn’t need Marcus to explain who was there. He was talking about the Sandor clan.
“Did Rafe see Nolan with them?” Aiden inquired quietly.
Marcus pulled his phone from his pocket and checked his messages before grunting. “The human is with them.”
Sky slipped to the edge of his seat, ready to leap to his feet, but Aiden raised a hand, halting him.
“Sky, I need to ask a difficult favor, one I think even my sons would fail.”
“Hey!” Bel shouted. Marcus and Winter also looked thoroughly disgruntled.
“I need you to stay calm and not lose your temper. You must trust that if Nolan truly didn’t want to be Christoph’s pet, I will do everything I can to get him free.”
Sky leaned toward Aiden. “I will do my best, but you need to understand that there is no ‘if.’ Nolan does not want this. I don’t give a damn about any brainwashing nonsense Christoph has done. I promised Nolan I would protect him, and that’s what I intend to do.”
Even if it means starting a war with the vampires.
Chapter 9
Nolan Banks
His world was spiraling out of control.
The only thing he was sure of was that Christoph was livid, and it had something to do with him.
After several hours of being prodded, beaten, and manipulated, they’d packed him into a car with Christoph and warned him to keep his mouth shut. In the heavy silence, he’d tried to wrack his brain for ideas on how to escape his current predicament, but his thoughts were fragmented, sharp, and painful. He’d never felt so helpless in his life.
No.
That was wrong.
Owen had cursed him with this feeling regularly, and each time, he found a new way to help. He’d borrowed, bargained, and bled for his brother. When left with no choice, he’d sent Owen away for his own protection. He could do it again. This time, he’d save himself.
All that shit he’d gone through with his older brother could serve as training for this moment. He would find a way out.
And the first thing he was going to do was find Sky. He would throw himself into Sky’s arms and apologize for not being more careful, for not taking the danger more seriously. Afterward, he’d cook dinner for the witch.
No, he’d take fucking cooking lessons, and he’d make amazing meals for Sky every night so long as Sky was willing to keep him.
God, he missed Sky.
Sure, it had been only a handful of hours, but Christoph had a way of making it feel like an eternity.
To get to Sky, he needed to work on a plan. He scraped together all kinds of crazy plans for his characters to use to get out of dangerous situations. He needed one little scheme to save his own ass.
Those thoughts were thrown out the car window as they pulled up the long driveway to an enormous house. He’d lived around Hartford nearly his entire life, and he’d never glimpsed a home quite like this.
“Where are we?” he asked before he could stop himself.
“The Variks and the man who crowned himself king,” Christoph replied, his words clipped and tight.
The Variks? He’d heard of them.
No. He’d met them! Rafe and Winter.
This had to be Sky’s doing. His sweet necromancer was fighting to get him free. That was it. One step closer. He had to find a way to help Sky.
Cool fingers slid under Nolan’s chin, sending a chill down his spine, as Christoph firmly gripped his jaw and turned his head to face him. “Remember, my pet, you belong to me now. If you try to leave me or help that bastard king free you, I will kill you, but only after I kill that witch you’re so fond of.” Despite his harsh words, Christoph’s thumb stroked gently along his jaw and teased the edge of his bottom lip. “No one has to get hurt tonight. That decision lies solely in your hands. You don’t want anyone to be hurt or killed tonight, right?”