Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
I promised Keenan I wouldn’t, she grumbled. He freaked out when he heard my plans to take over the planet. Like it’s some big deal.
Teague frowned. You’d make an awesome world leader.
That’s what I said. Keenan insisted I’d eventually get executed by the people under my command after I’d driven them insane.
Maybe, but . . . Sanity is overrated.
I couldn’t agree more. She paused. He’s back. Gotta go. Say hi to the guys for me.
Will do, he told her just as he took the turn that would lead him out of the small urban area toward the large sections of undeveloped land that was approximately twenty minutes away from his home.
He’d had to pop out to grab a few things from the local minimart which, due to his camp being smack bam in the middle of nowhere, was a thirty-minute journey by bike.
There was a slight breeze tonight, but it wasn’t so cool that he was sorry he hadn’t worn his riding gloves. Unlike his demon, he didn’t mind the cold.
He passed pastureland, forested areas, and privately owned stretches of land that weren’t occupied by people or animals. Soon, he reached the roads that were only really used by those who lived in this area, which was mainly farmers.
His clan had together purchased their own plot of land from a farmer years ago. The human hadn’t been keen on selling, but it hadn’t taken much to convince him. Especially when they’d offered him more cash than the plot was worth.
A mind again touched Teague’s, feminine and familiar. It wasn’t Khloë’s this time. It was Larkin’s.
Just a quick heads-up, the harpy said. My psi-mate—who I haven’t claimed and never will—is unfortunately in Vegas.
Teague felt his brows lift. He hadn’t known she’d found her anchor.
So if a blond guy with a Canadian accent comes up to you and starts asking questions about our ‘relationship’ or gives you any trouble, let me know, she went on. I’ll deal with it.
She’d said it all so casually, in a sort of ‘by the way, this is no big thing, but just so you know’ manner. But Teague wasn’t at all buying that she felt in any way nonchalant about it. Who would be blasé about having such an ill relationship with your anchor that you never intended to claim your rights as their psi-mate?
Why is he in Vegas? Teague asked her.
Holt wants to form the anchor bond. I don’t. He’s hoping to change my mind on that.
His name was Holt? Teague disliked him already. He’d never met a person with that name who he hadn’t found annoying. Then again, he found a fair amount of people annoying.
I told him I won’t agree to his request, but he’s difficult and stubborn, so he might not return to Canada straight away, she continued. As he’s now Prime of his lair, he shouldn’t hang around too long. He’ll need to get back to his demons.
Teague couldn’t help but frown, totally thrown by the whole situation—by her refusal to form the bond, by her clear lack of affection for her anchor, by how she’d rather chance turning rogue than have the male in her life. Why are you so against claiming him?
Why is there no record of your past? she shot back.
He felt his lips twitch. He did love it when she used that snarky tone.
Holt probably won’t bother you, she said. I simply wanted to warn you that he’s around just in case he decided to approach you. Her mind bumped his slightly, and then it was gone before he could ask more questions.
And he did have more questions. Like was this why she’d been in such a state yesterday evening? Had she somehow found out then that her anchor was in Vegas? And if so, why had she been determined to hide it from everyone at Jolene’s dinner table?
He also wondered if there was any chance of Holt talking her into forming the bond. It didn’t seem likely, because Teague had come to learn something about his harpy: when she firmly made up her mind on something, there was no changing it.
But then . . . this was no simple situation. This was the matter of her psi-mate; of the anchor bond being her only protection against her demon one day gaining supremacy over her.
Teague had never before met anyone who’d rejected their psi-mate, though he knew it happened. Such a decision wasn’t made lightly. He couldn’t imagine that Larkin would reject her own anchor without good reason.
His beast rumbled a displeased sound as it wondered if the male had harmed her. Teague highly doubted it. The guy would surely be dead if that were the case—either Larkin or her demon would have seen to that. If they’d somehow failed, Knox would have stepped in. Or even one of the sentinels so that—