Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” That was exactly what I was thinking.
He gives me a squeeze. “We’ll figure out a plan once we get out of here. Give me that long, okay?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
His lips curve. “Would you rather I toss your over my shoulder and just take you with me?”
Kind of.
Except, no, I wouldn’t. I wanted a choice, and now I have one. Really, there’s only one option. If my father realizes what I am, he’ll try to kill me. Or, more likely, he’ll try to break me so he can use me to boost his own power. Neither option are good ones for me. At least with these three, I have a chance. Hell, I have more than a chance.
First, we have to get out of this house.
Two minutes later, we’re at the front door. Malachi tosses my suitcase to Wolf and hefts me into his arms. When I start to protest, he gives me a look. “Seraph or not, you can’t keep up.”
Damn it, but he’s right. “Okay.”
He looks at Wolf and Rylan. “Where to?”
“New York.” Rylan glances at the sky. “We can get there in half a day or so, and even if he sends his trackers, it will be difficult to find us amongst that many humans.”
Malachi nods. “Lead the way.”
He moves as a quick lope across the grounds, not quite blurring. When we reach the edge of the property, Wolf leaps over the seven foot iron fence as if it’s nothing. Rylan follows suit. Malachi hesitates and then we’re airborne. He tenses as we pass over the top, but nothing happens. The blood ward really is broken.
He gives that rusty laugh of his when he lands on the other side. “Freedom.”
“Not quite,” Rylan says.
“Close enough for me.”
We take off into the night, the cool air whipping against my face. I look over Malachi’s shoulder in time to see flames licking through the windows of the house we just abandoned. They spread preternaturally fast, consuming the roof in giant bites. Something gives way and a piece of the house collapses. There will be no rebuilding that particular cage.
Malachi and I really are free. Or as free as we can be while my father still lives.
I open my eyes, resolve settling over me. No matter what else happens with these three men, one thing is certain.
For us to be safe, we have to kill my father.
And I have to be pregnant before we can do it.